Monster

Dark, Post-Apocalyptic Zombie RP set in Chicago

This is really intriguing. I haven't really indulged in a zombie rp yet, though on the old guild I loved to. So, in other words, I am interested, and would love to join the story.

As for whether or not to go with the post-nuclear apocalypse, that sounds really cool. And it leaves way for some possible political tension- if any type of government still remains at this point.

I like the idea of certain skills based on character sets. That would add an extra layer of importance to each decision. It would make the roleplayer place more attention to their characters skill-set.

Okay, that seems to be it for now. If you wouldn't mind my joining, I'll start on my character sheet!

EDIT: Something just popped into my head, figured I'd ask about it. If you get injured bad enough, will the injury stick with you? Can it affect you in later sequences?
(Example: "Timmy" breaks his arm in a fall, it doesn't heal right, he can't rely on that arm strength-wise anymore)

Int. Check - Hellbent - (Low-Fantasy, High-Casual, Adventure RP)

I'm interested in this as well, it looks promising. I'll definitely be watching it.

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Epiphany said
Your personality(parts like the couch and shops) and Biography don't match with the plotEveryone believes that The Ark looks like a giant floating city in space, but really it's just a giant space station(Like modern day ones, just larger and slightly more advanced)

Okay, I'll be sure to edit it.

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|εsρεη|

Age
14 years old.
Gender
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Personality
Though very high-strung, Espen is quite a little girl. If that could be taken as a good thing. She is smart, but has much yet to learn, and is eager to soak up any knowledge she can. Whenever she falls silent, she is no doubt deciphering something about the unknown, something that many never truly bother to question. Perhaps that is why she seems a little...off kilter. Was it because someone so young thought so hard? Or was it because she knows something everyone else doesn't? No one knows. Those that asked, never got an answer, only a bright smile and a shrug. As complicated as she can be, Espen is a caring person at heart, but is riddled with many inhibitions. Many things that she has quieted down from, things that have turned her to a darker nature. She may smile, but steel lies at her core, melting away slowly, yet steadily. As her heart tries to break free from the barrier she had built for a long time- bordering insanity.
Criminal Offense
As a child, Espen had been very fond of fire. In fact, it was the flames that she took comfort in, they would tell her stories with their images, and provide her with warmth. She wondered how such a dangerous thing could be so wonderful, so...beautiful. In fact, it hadn't been long after she had first begun lighting small matches to larger, yet contained flares. She could manage to keep them contained, until the ever fateful day an officer had caught her about to light a small couch near the back of their unit. He yelled at her to put her hands up just as she was pouring a little bit of 'ignition fluid' into the flames. She responded with a gasp, surprised by the booming voice behind her, and in her haste to comply, the bottle slipped from her hands and fell into the fire below. What happened next, happened very, very fast. Though it seemed to go by extremely slow for Espen. As soon as the bottle landed with a sickening thud, the flames flickered before roaring to life, exploding beside Espen and licking at her legs as she was knocked out of the way. The officer had received the brunt of the fire, it had scorched his clothes, nipping at the skin on his back. The flames were spreading quickly, and Espen knew that if she stayed, she would be in horrible trouble, that if she ran, she might have a chance.. Without thinking, her fist brought itself upon the officers jaw, causing him to do no more than let out a groan- she was quite a bit smaller than him after all. But she did manage to take him by surprise, allowing herself time to wriggle out of his grasp and dash to the door. It wasn't long though before she had been cornered, the officer, Jake Reynolds, had her pinned against the wall of the unit and had cuffs on her in no-time. As he was a family friend, or more so, a friend to her father, he had managed to persuade the system into letting her legs be cleansed and properly bandaged, as well as covered with her favorite knee-high socks. Soon after, she had been thrown into the juvenile systems. Left to think over what she had done. Yet again, she felt no remorse, only a bitter hatred burning inside.
History
Espen has always liked to runaway from her housing unit. Not that she could go anywhere on the small shuttle, she had always been returned by Mr. Reynolds, who seemed to know where she'd be. She had always liked to feel the longing in her chest that reminded her she was alive, that reminded her she was in fact human. Even after receiving plenty of scolds from her parents, even a minor strike from her mother, and still didn't feel any remorse for what she had done. She had only felt the thrill of the adventure, the fire in her chest at the realization that she cared enough to want to go back. But never, not even once, did she ever feel that unmistakable pang of regret, the little voice in the back of her head never spoke up, never warned her off, leaving her to her own devices. Her parents had soon had enough heartbreak, enough stress from their no-doubt troubled child. They had said it was for her own good, to be locked away from the outside world and kept under wraps in their unit. This, of course had led her spiraling into more of a defiant young girl, causing her to spiral off into her own world, Seek relief from the world within the flames she lit. Trouble was, she never found any.
Relationship(s)
None as of yet.
Other
Hella Cool & Hopefully it isn't too late for me to join. >3

Sup?

^-^ Thanks Ermine & Malefica

That's either the craziest thing I've heard, or the best. If that's the average for people to be around 6' in middle school (or junior high?) where you are, that's pretty cool. I think?

But here, everyone is just naturally small and midget-like. So I take pride in looming over everyone. XD

As for the whole knight thing-

Wrath of the Gods: Apocalyptic Fantasy

Ariana The Huntress

|Name| Ariana "Ana" Razun

|Age| 29 (Appearance-Wise)

|Race| Half-Blood, Dark Elf/Human

|Occupation| Ariana is a bounty hunter, just recently earning her own position in the guild after a hard apprenticeship. As a woman, she has thoroughly relied on tactics less...aggressive. Giving her an edge when it came to any situation that called for her natural ability to talk. In her line of work, it's dagger against dagger, or brawn to brain. In matters of that nature, she will most always lean on brain. She takes her job very seriously, but as new as she is, she hasn't been on too many missions yet.

|Personality| She may be young, but Ariana is very mature for a woman her age, having seen many things one could only leave to the imagination. She is very cut and dry, one for facts, and as such, is very serious. As serious as she is, she still prefers a laugh every now and then, not too often, but after enough to keep her from drowning in the shallow pit of reality that has builded up around her. She is independent, strong-willed, and at times very fiery. She has made many mistakes because of her need to be better than her male guild members, being too stubborn to accept help. This has left her somewhat reluctant to receive help, but if need be, she will not decline a helping hand. It just depends who that hand belongs to.

|Bio| Once a sneak-thief on the streets, awaiting the perfect chance to snatch the coins from an unsuspecting passerby, Ariana had managed to get caught while sliding the wallet from a armored guard. So she had thought. As her wrist had been caught in the large man's hand, she noticed the symbol of a dark red dragon skull on his gauntlet. The symbol of the Dawn Riders, a well known guild made up of strong bounty hunters, or sell-swords. Some had even progressed to guarding royalty. The man, instead of reporting her or taking her to the dungeons himself, had simply smiled down at the wide-eyed girl. The same wide-eyed girl who would be taken under the apprenticeship to leader of the Dawn Riders, who would grow with a fire in her heart and a passion behind each swing of her blade. Even more-so when she were to raise her bow, a weapon she feel's most comfortable with, blending into her surroundings in the trees. She will sit upon the branches of the highest tree she can find, reflect over her day, or relax from time-to-time.

|Equipment| Ariana has sturdy leather armor with a belt for her money. A black cloak, and the deep silver gauntlets that are made from the guild blacksmith. As for her weaponry, she has a small dagger strapped and hidden on her thigh, as well as a light hunting bow made from smooth elder-green bark, with seven iron arrows to accompany it.

|Talents/Traits| Stealth has always been a major component to Ariana, followed by her quick-thinking and matched with her ability to persuade others. She is a fair-shot with a bow, and very agile, but struggles with close-combat. As a result of her dark-elf heritage, she has the ability to see in the darkness, her eyes taking on a bright glow unknown to other races. Her human features have bestowed upon her a charm that she can use to her advantage when trying to sway those who have what she wants.

Hell Is A Giant Insane Asylum *Horror/Survival*

Okay, thanks.

Hell Is A Giant Insane Asylum *Horror/Survival*

I'm interested, should I get started on my character or wait until the OOC?

Sky High RP

I'm interested!