MonsieurShade

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@ClocktowerEchos "I don't have a problem! You have a problem!" Jak-jak shouts moments before collapsing from the fumes. After waking up he manages to croak out "Fuck off, this proves nothing."
Expect this to happen at some point. Boy's got some issues.
@Mercenary Lord what can I say? I've got a soft spot for ranger and barbarian type classes even in goofier settings. Just give it a bit of time, I'm sure we'll break through to hilarity.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

It's funny how much power can be found in a name. "Wal-world", "The World", "Salvation", "Hell", the monolithic building that the scattered remains of a once civilized world had come to know many titles after the great strife had gone into full swing. Every single one of them was appropriate for one reason or another. To the man that had just awoken and begun to wipe crusted and dried blood from his nostrils after a having fallen into a fitful slumber under a pile of only god knew what kind of detritus in a damp and musty corner near the Feasting Court, this land had another name: Home. This land was all he knew, all he would know, and all he would ever care to understand. There was no escape. More still, there was no reason to escape. If he failed to make a living here then that was because he was weak and deserved to be culled and discarded with the rest of the trash.

The man slowly arose from his resting place and glanced around to ensure he wasn't about to meet his end in one way or another. No beasts, no Stockers, no mad cultists looking to literally skull-fuck and eat him. "Coast looks clear." He muttered in a hoarse voice before rising to gather the few belongings he had to his name. A soft rustling in he pile altered this man to the presence of the small reptile moments before it clambered up his clothing and into his hood with a soft chittering sound that the man returned in kind. The odd pair continued trading these sounds until a sharp pain in the man's abdomen reminded him of more pressing needs. Time to grab a bite to eat. Scavenging was good and all, but sometimes it was nice to just sit down and not have to stab a guy in the chest for getting to close to your breakfast. After shouldering his spear and brushing over his close shaven scalp to ensure nothing had stuck to it the man trundled wordlessly towards the tavern in search of his next meal.

There was yet one more pause outside of the doors as a poster caught the traveler's eye. Fame and Glory? Bah, what a crock of shit. But a job was a job he supposed. It could wait until after he'd gotten a bit of food in him. Entering the tavern was a lot like playing Russian roulette. While the guy wasn't exactly some infamous bandit king he'd definitely made an enemy or two in the past, so it was wise to be prepared for a brawl. With a scowl on his face and firm grip on his spear the man walked calmly towards an open seat and waited for the bartender to address him, "Alpo. Leave the juice n' grubs in it." he stated plainly before slapping the last of the payment from his previous job onto he dirty table.

Dog food might not have been seen as particularly appetizing to what passed for the upper crust of the dystopian society of today, but to someone that didn't know if they'd even eat for the next few days it hardly mattered. A plastic plate covered in a greasy off-brown pile of meat that teamed with maggots was set before the man. He didn't even think to hesitate as he dove into his meal. Every now and again the man sat up to pick out and chuck a few of the maggots into his hood, his eyes darting about as if he was daring someone to question his actions. No one did, at least verbally. The meal came to an end with the man titling the plate up to his mouth and slurping up the gruel that remained as if it were chicken gravy before setting the plate down and wiping his mouth on his stained sleeves. That was problem one taken care of, now for problem two. He began to scan the tavern's patrons, searching anyone that seemed to be his soon to be employer. Failing that he simply turned to the bartender and asked which of the chuckle fucks sitting about was the guy that set up the poster outside. His gaze followed the dismissive flick of he bartender to an older looking man sitting next to a younger red headed woman.

"Great, a sugar daddy. 'Least that means the pay should be good." He mused before he arose to make his way towards the pair. Lewis was momentarily concerned when the scowling man wielding the spear walked purposefully towards him. Half expecting trouble, his hand had just brushed against the handle of his las-revolver when the younger man came to a halt and jerked his head towards the door. "You the guy who put up the job poster?", Lewis relaxed slightly, "That'd be me. I-" "Save it.". Lewis's brows shot up in surprise as the man plopped down in an empty seat, "You don't gotta string me along with promises of riches n' shit, I'm just here for a job.". "I see. Well, I don't see any reason to turn you away. Welcome aboard." Lewis grunted, somewhat annoyed by the dismissive nature of the man that had come before him, "I'd like to wait for a few more companions before we set out. Make yourself comfortable, mister...?" he said, trailing off with an expectant look, "Jackson. Just call me Jak-jak.".

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

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| NAME |

Jackson "Jak-jak" Anderson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pets & Animals

| AGE |

27

| TRAITS | -

• Seasoned huntsman - Jackson is a hunter through and through. From the very moment he could properly defend himself he's been sent out alongside others of his ilk to either fight back the beasts that roamed the land or bring back anything his people could use. Be it by scavenging or raiding Jackson is more than capable of getting hold of almost anything needed to survive the walmart.
• Attitude - While he's capable of reigning in his animalistic impulses Jackson isn't exactly what one would call a people person. He's crass, can be ill tempered, and is known to occasionally hold petty grudges. While he's not exactly wont to go around making threats and assualting people for every perceived slight things can still escalate pretty quickly if he gets rubbed the wrong way. Further adding to his problem would be the fact that Jackson is extremely Darwinist in his views and is quite vocal about it at times. Suffice it to say, negotions are better left to someone else.
• Bad blood - Between his less than stellar social skills and some prexisting rivalries between departments, Jackson isn't exactly going to be welcomed with open arms into every community, especially those that've been on the receiving end of a raid by him and his kin, whether said raid was successful or not.
• Inhalant abuser - Jackson has developed a rather unhealthy addiction to huffing fumes. Gasoline, lighter fluid, burning shoe polish, whatever. If Jackson can inhale it for a high; he's going to inhale it for a high. This can negatively affect his mind and performance, and lately his nose has begun bleeding, a sign of things to come if he doesn't stop.
• Melee fighter - While the preferred melee weapon for those that inhabit the Pets&Animals department might be swords Jackson has opted to master using the spear instead as they are much easier to craft or come by. With a sturdy spear Jackson can impale his foes up close, keep them at bay, or nail them from afar with a good toss. This also extends to javelins.
• Animal senses - Jackson's senses are extremely acute, with his sense of smell being his strongest. This is as much a curse as it is a blessing due to he fact that his sharpened senses can easily be turned against him if he isn't mindful. As of late his sense of smell has actually been on a slow decline due to his huffing habit.

| EQUIPMENT | -

• Pocket knife - A tool given to his by his father. His most prized possession
• Fishing vest - good for holding multiple items thanks to its many pockets.
• Thresher - His mutant leopard gecko companion and best friend. Small, but has a remarkably strong bite (enough to bruise and draw some blood, not much else). Can act as a warning system for bigger, meaner beasts. Good for pest control.
• Slapdash spear A very sturdy walking stick that's been sharpened on one end. Has coils of rope wrapped around three different sections to allow for a strong grip.
• Canteen - Holds liquid and not much else. Makes for a passable blunt weapon when full of necessary.

| BIOGRAPHY |

There's really nothing all that interesting about Jackson's life. He was born in the store to a pair of bog standard hunters (a supplier and defender, respectively) and picked up the same line of work as parents. After a few years of training with the master hunter Jackson struck out into the only world he knew with little more than the clothes on his back and the small companion animal he'd been granted when he'd earned the right to pick one. More years went by and as Jackson's skills grew he began to alternate between working with groups and going it alone until finally branching off from his tribe and doing his own thing as a bargain hunter once he realized they did the exact same thing and got paid for it.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@Raddum
I am totally not going to find a reason to get Jak-Jak high on helium

@ClocktowerEchos

Yes. This needs to be a thing.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@ClocktowerEchosI'm nowhere near cruel enough to unleash the rabbit onto something, lol.
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>Unless
Autocorrect is fucking with me today it seems. Anywho, my post is edited.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@ClocktowerEchosS'all good. I can just drop the size down to around foot and have working with it be a little side hobby for my character between jobs. I'd rather avoid dropping it altogether since pet ownership seems to be integral to the P&A department and hunter lifestyle.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@ClocktowerEchosthats cool. Didn't really have much to go on in terms of size on the link you posted beyond the whole devour a man in one bite thing so I tried to nerf the size to something more manageable. Would you prefer I further decrease the size or try for a different companion?

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

Holy shit, never thought I'd see something spawned from /tg/ here given the usual attitude about free form Rp there. Apologies for the short bio, kind of drawing blanks as to what else I'd like to add. I'll be more than happy to try and brainstorm a bit to change it if you'd like.

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[.hr][.hr]

| NAME |

Jackson "Jak-jak" Anderson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pets & Animals

| AGE |

27

| TRAITS | -

• Seasoned huntsman - Jackson is a hunter through and through. From the very moment he could properly defend himself he's been sent out alongside others of his ilk to either fight back the beasts that roamed the land or bring back anything his people could use. Be it by scavenging or raiding Jackson is more than capable of getting hold of almost anything needed to survive the walmart.
• Attitude - While he's capable of reigning in his animalistic impulses Jackson isn't exactly what one would call a people person. He's crass, can be ill tempered, and is known to occasionally hold petty grudges. While he's not exactly wont to go around making threats and assualting people for every perceived slight things can still escalate pretty quickly if he gets rubbed the wrong way. Further adding to his problem would be the fact that Jackson is extremely Darwinist in his views and is quite vocal about it at times. Suffice it to say, negotions are better left to someone else.
• Bad blood - Between his less than stellar social skills and some prexisting rivalries between departments, Jackson isn't exactly going to be welcomed with open arms into every community, especially those that've been on the receiving end of a raid by him and his kin, whether said raid was successful or not.
• Inhalant abuser - Jackson has developed a rather unhealthy addiction to huffing fumes. Gasoline, lighter fluid, burning shoe polish, whatever. If Jackson can inhale it for a high; he's going to inhale it for a high. This can negatively affect his mind and performance, and lately his nose has begun bleeding, a sign of things to come if he doesn't stop.
• Melee fighter - While the preferred melee weapon for those that inhabit the Pets&Animals department might be swords Jackson has opted to master using the spear instead as they are much easier to craft or come by. With a sturdy spear Jackson can impale his foes up close, keep them at bay, or nail them from afar with a good toss. This also extends to javelins.
• Animal senses - Jackson's senses are extremely acute, with his sense of smell being his strongest. This is as much a curse as it is a blessing due to he fact that his sharpened senses can easily be turned against him if he isn't mindful. As of late his sense of smell has actually been on a slow decline due to his huffing habit.

| EQUIPMENT | -

• Pocket knife - A tool given to his by his father. His most prized possession
• Fishing vest - good for holding multiple items thanks to its many pockets.
• Thresher - His mutant leopard gecko companion and best friend. Small, but has a remarkably strong bite (enough to bruise and draw some blood, not much else). Can act as a warning system for bigger, meaner beasts. Good for pest control.
• Slapdash spear A very sturdy walking stick that's been sharpened on one end. Has coils of rope wrapped around three different sections to allow for a strong grip.
• Canteen - Holds liquid and not much else. Makes for a passable blunt weapon when full of necessary.

| BIOGRAPHY |

There's really nothing all that interesting about Jackson's life. He was born in the store to a pair of bog standard hunters (a supplier and defender, respectively) and picked up the same line of work as parents. After a few years of training with the master hunter Jackson struck out into the only world he knew with little more than the clothes on his back and the small companion animal he'd been granted when he'd earned the right to pick one. More years went by and as Jackson's skills grew he began to alternate between working with groups and going it alone until finally branching off from his tribe and doing his own thing as a bargain hunter once he realized they did the exact same thing and got paid for it.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Apologies for the blank post, I wanted to try and revise the CS I had posted last night a bit once I had the free time to do so.

Name: Dimitri Collins
Age: 18
Appearance:

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- A little detail regarding physical traits: Dude ate his fucking Wheaties. The guy is best described as a fridge with legs, standing at roughly 6'4" in height and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds.

Specialty: As the captain of the boxing club at his local gym Dimitri is a true force to be reckoned with. His sheer size and strength paired with years or training and experience gives him the edge in most fights that he enters. Ironically enough this aptitude for inflicting harm pales in comparison to his ability to mend wounds. After taking a few first aid classes, reading a few books, and using himself (and occasionally his club mates) for practice after matches, the guy is a natural when it comes to medicinal matters, able to bandage, bind, disinfect, set bones, and stitch, well enough to last until proper medical help can be received. Just don't expect much in the way of good bedside manners, "Stop being a lil' bitch about it" is a phrase that will become very familiar to those that complain while he does his work.

Bio: Dimitri's life leading up until the recent years was best described as fairly mundane until recently, save for a few rough patches that is. Having a career marine for a father and a project architect for a mother meant that, while Dimitri wasn't exactly born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he has more than enough to get by and was subject to a pretty comfortable, if somewhat strict childhood in the beginning. This began to change somewhere around the time that he entered into the fifth year of elementary school. The stresses of his parent's careers began to cause a rift in the once happy couple's relationship. Disagreements turned into arguments, then into full on shouting matches, then into terrible silence as both parties began outright ignoring each other completely. Of course they still tried to put on a show of being happy for Dimitri's sake, but after a while even a child could pick up what was going on.

It all came to a head during Dimitri's eight grade year. His father, having been deployed at the time, one day mailed home his wedding ring with a note that simply read "I'm done" and never came back after returning to he states. His mother took this a lot poorer than Dimitri would have expected. She started drinking heavily, and had picked up the sort of smoking habit that would make a pack-a-day smoker turn visibly ill. After a while she began blaming Dimitri for the failed relationship, heaping verbal and physical abuse onto the boy in an effort to find comfort with her life. In his desperation to see his mother appeased he tried to apologize once and ended up catching an ash tray to he jaw for his troubles. You know how people occasionally have what we call a moment of clarity? Well the sight of her son crumpled in a heap on the floor was (former) Mrs. Collins'. Dimitri would be sent to live with his grandmother in Missouri while his mother tried to seek thereputic help.

His nana was firm but as sweet as can be, providing much needed love and discipline as Dimitri grew over the next few years. After a bit of work to become his legal guardian in exchange for brief visitations from his mother, Nana Collins quickly became the guiding hand and pillar that Dimitri needed. Under her watchful eye Dimitri overcame a brief delinquent phase, picked up an extracurricular activity and passed through all the milestones that an average teenager would; license, first car, first job, dances, etc. up until now, his final year of high school.

All's well that ends well, right? Ha, no. With his final year of high school laid out before him Dimitri allowed himself to think that everything could only get better from that point on; and then the break in happened. With the claw marks and fur that were strewn around the house it was ruled as a black bear attack, likely a large male that was used to being fed and had lost its fear of humans. Nana Collins, while alive, was hospitalized. With medical insurance covering hospital bills Dimitri focused on trying to ensure his grandma would have a home to return to when she got out, picking up extra weekend and graveyard shifts at his job at a 24 hour doughnut shop to keep up with bills when savings could be put to better use. As one would imagine, this would have a poor effect on both his social life and his sleeping patterns. Now, perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but when it was just him in the shop Dimitri swore he could see strange things in the darkness.

When his nana up and disappeared one night from the hospital Dimitri finally realized that something was very, very wrong around town. He's never been one to believe in the supernatural, but with each night it becomes harder to deny that there could very well be something waiting in the darkness for people to drop their guard. It becomes especially hard when the moon is full, and he swears he can hear howling in the distance, or soft scratches and snuffling at the back door of his house.

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

Crap, sorry I missed the chance to say congrats on your wedding date, been pretty busy. CONGRATS THOUGH DIZ!!!