Mordon

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

To post or to study biology?

That is the question!

@Delta44

I don't get it! Why don't I get it!?

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

"Jess" Lee [+]

Name: Jessica "Jess" Lee

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Personality: Jess has always been observant. Often mistaken for being quiet, she tends to stay towards the side of a situation before jumping into it. Analytical and incredibly sensitive to even the slightest shift in mood, she takes her time when it comes to all the situations she's put into, even going so far as too delay her response even if it requires immediate attention (which isn't very efficient at times). Her first instinct is to carefully and dutifully assesses everything that's going on around her and weigh all her options. She is level-headed under extreme pressure, but does end up cracking from it every once in a while, something that happens very rarely for her. But when she cracks, she cracks, and it usually isn't a pretty sight to observe.

Despite people saying that she has a resting bitch face (something she doesn't mind having at all) when they first meet her, when she decides to be open and friendly to the people around her it usually changes their impression of her. She comes across as bitchy and icy, but that's really because she's shy and doesn't really know what to say, having spent a good chunk of her short life being cooped up at home doing schoolwork and studying every other thing. She isn't overtly shy, just introverted and finds solace keeping her thoughts to herself over being the one to take charge and leading a group. Likely, she would be a better tactician than a leader (another thing she doesn't mind at all).

What she greatly dislikes is inefficiency and recklessness, as well as incompetency, which signals you to how uptight she can be as well. Yes, she can be fun to be around. Yes, she can be friendly. But when she is in serious-mode, don't bother trying to joke around with her or mess with her as she's trying to figure out something which only further pushes her "bitchy" nature. Highly disciplined and sometimes a little snooty in demeanor when interacting with other people, she really can come across as

Physical Description: Jess is petite both height and build-wise. Standing at 5 feet and an inch, she isn't reaching the top of her cupboard shelf that easily. But because of that she is very light on her feet (even having run track in high school for her junior year, despite her height). She has the typical Asian dark brown hair but dyed it a few years back and has been keeping it the same lighter, chestnut brown ever since. An interesting thing about her hair is that it isn't pin-straight or curly, rather it falls in loose waves all the way down to her mid-back after getting it permed a year ago. She is fair-skinned and her facial features consist of larger than the average, almond-shaped brown eyes, a flat nose, and small lips. She is cute in her own right, but not necessarily a glamorous model.

Weapons/Equipment:

• A hunting knife
• A small first aid kit filled with the essentials
  
  
  
  • A box of 25 bandages of different sizes
  • A small 12 oz spray bottle of ethyl alcohol
  • A small roller bandage
  • A pack of Tylenol
  • 5 gauze pads
• Bottle of water and three packets of crackers
• Small flashlight
• Her outfit consists of: a heavy flannel jacket, a dark blue t-shirt, jeans, and camo boots.

History: All Jessica has ever been in her life is driven. She aims to be the best that she possibly could be, aiming for the highest honors in academics as she possibly could, ever since she first enrolled in school. Her parents never really pressured her to get good grades or anything, but rather pushed her in the right direction to wanting to get those herself. Highly critical of herself, she wanted to settle for nothing less than the best that she can achieve in her life.

And she got it.

She won spelling bees when she was in grade 2, she's fluent in Korean and English and is learning Mandarin in her spare time, she got those straight A's, she played the violin and piano and got special awards in her recitals, she was an honor student throughout most of her schooling life and was valedictorian when she graduated highschool. In a sense, she had managed to achieve everything she wanted in her life and she was only getting started with it all. She moved to Pittsburgh when she began university.

Life after the outbreak: She spent the first few nights in her apartment near her university in Pittsburgh when everything was still chaotic. She and her roommates boarded up the doors and took shifts standing watch. Everything was fine until they started running out of food about two weeks in. That was when they all started taking turns, making supply runs. Thankfully by then, most of the chaos had settled down. They managed to stay alive and safe for two more weeks, until the raiders came. They broke down the barricade on their front door and shot one of her roommates as soon as they saw him. Her and her two other roommates managed to escape using the fire escape ladder. But with all the shots going off in the building, it alerted all the nearby zombies. Sad to say, she was the only one who was alive and still walking by nightfall.

Later that night she was starving, the only thing she managed to grab out of her apartment was her hunting knife and her backpack which had a bottle of water and some crackers in it, as well as the first aid kit and flashlight, she leaves in when she goes out on her run. She holed herself up in the back of a pharmacy in the hopes that she could get some rest and then go out for supplies in the morning.

Hope this is alright :)

@bbyangellike

I like it, and am more than willing to accept. Just have to wait for Double's word and then you should be good to go.

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

As long as it makes sense compared to how much she had when she first started rationing it should be all good.

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

Her band was pretty popular a few years back I think, I can't remember whether it got much play on TV though.

Dragon Age: The Black Warden (closed)

Two Dwarves from the slums of Orzammer! Those two should have fun discussing who's early life was shittiest. :P

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

Uh, I had a huge crush on Hayley Williams several years ago, so she sprang to mind, haha. Not even sure if she'd count as skater/punk, in style I mean. Wasn't my scene, unfortunately.

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

Hey, that dude wasn't cowardly! Well, maybe a little, but his sheer anxiety kept him alive when everyone else died. xD

Ah, I'm afraid Sam's already got the Tallahassee vibes on lock in this RP, haha.

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

Ha, I like him. He reminds me of the dude in Zombieland.

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

Try not to worry too much about who everyone else is playing when writing your character, we don't want you writing someone you don't really want to because there was too much of a focus on not being like others. Write who you're inspired to and it'll likely come out the best.

Oh and aye, the CS section does look mighty confusing from a new-comers perspective. I guess from here on out if we continue to post your CS's on there we'll add a "By (You)" at the top.

We'll be coming together... until then just do what you feel. I'm looking forward to our group dynamic. :)

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

Abel O'Connell
11:08 AM

Abel awoke slowly, the feeling of his aching back immediately hitting him. He groaned, stretching his arms above his head and his legs out as he yawned heavily and for a minute entertained the idea of going back to sleep. His stomach rumbled loudly and he was hit with sudden pangs of hunger, his body's way of telling him going back to sleep was not a smart move. He only had two tins of food left. One, after he ate the pork and beans in a few minutes. He had to go back out there, today was the last day he would have a choice in the matter and it was always a bad idea to wait until you were out of choices.

With that thought in his mind he sat up, groaning once again and massaging the back of his neck, trying to rub some of the stiffness out of it. He wasn't sure what time it was but there was some light coming in through the dirty warehouse windows. He looked around like he did every morning and once again wondered what this place had been used for in the past. It seemed abandoned, disused. The various shelves were all bare. He had used a few empty cardboard boxes around the place to make himself a bed, though it had been pretty damn uncomfortable. It reminded him of prison, spend a couple of weeks sleeping on it and you felt like you'd aged ten years.

He looked down towards the side of his makeshift bed. There lay his bag, his handgun and his blade, out of it's sheathe. He was paranoid one of the Gob's would find their way in without him hearing and try to tear into him. It was sheer paranoia, the vehicle entrance into the warehouse was padlocked when he got there and he had locked the only other entrance with a decent quality one he had stolen himself. He reached over and pulled his bag towards him, going inside it and taking out the tin of pork and beans. Picking up his blade he slid it under the tab and lifted it slightly before pulling the top off using his fingers and placing the knife back into it's sheathe. He 'ate' from the tin as if he were trying to down a drink that was being difficult about it, frustrated with himself for not thinking to grab a damn spoon whilst he was out there but still unwilling to go into the mess with his fingers. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to wash his hands.

A frustrating amount of time later the tin was empty. He made a mental note to beat his own ass if he didn't remember to get a damn spoon from somewhere today, and maybe some washing up liquid. The last thing he needed was to get sick. He searched what he assumed used to be the warehouse's office for a few minutes looking for a pencil and paper, hoping to write a list, or even just a pen so he could write on his skin, but the place was empty. He was surprised they left a damn desk. He tried to make a mental note instead, in the order of importance.

Food
Water
Sleeping Bag
Ammo
Spoon, or preferably a Spork

He'd never had the greatest memory, but hoped his current situation would give him the motivation to remember. With his preparation over and done with he went back to his corner of the warehouse and retrieved his weapons. Putting his belt on first with his blade's sheathe attached and tucking his handgun into the belt near his midsection. He slid his leather jacket on, grabbed his courier bag and picked up his knife. He was ready. He hoped he'd live to get back to this shithole.

Unlocking the padlock on the warehouse's front entrance he pulled the door open and stepped outside, using his hand to block the light whilst his eyes adjusted. Luckily for him it seemed rather cloudy so his eyes didn't need to adjust too much, although staying in the relative darkness of the warehouse for the last... He didn't know had certainly done a bit of a number on him. He looked up and down the street. Deserted. He guessed when the shit hit the fan very few people thought to run towards the warehouse district. Luckily for him, he imagined. Where he had to head towards now however was where there were likely to be people, both the living and Gob's. He wasn't too excited about seeing either. History repeated itself because human behavior repeated itself, and history told him people became monsters when put into situations with this much fear and desperation. He hoped the change hadn't already happened in most people.

With his mind full of thoughts he walked down the street with his knife in his hand, trying to be as observant as he could and push the intruding thoughts to the side. He entered the first alley heading the way he wanted to go, hoping there was less chance of running into anything down them than on the main streets. Right or wrong, he still ran into one of the fucking things. Blood all around it, mostly dry. It was eating... He didn't want to know what, he saw enough to see it was a gory mess of flesh and exposed bone and that's all he wanted to see. The thing, sensed, or probably heard him breathing, it turned slowly, rising to it's feel and letting out a noise that Abel had never heard from any human being. He gripped his knife tighter, unable to look away from the mess that used to be a man's face. It was gaunt and rotted, the flesh around it's left eye socket had rotted away and the eye had gone with it.

The Gob shuffled forward, making that horrible noise all the while. Abel tried to steady his breathing and get into something of a fighting stance, putting some weight on his back foot so he wouldn't be knocked down by any small amount of force. As it came within arms-reach Abel set his eyes once again on it's disgusting left eye socket, intending that as his target he thrust his blade forward, the knife going straight through like butter but exiting out of the thing's temple. He yanked the blade out, causing the wound to become even more gaping and hideous, if that were at all possible. The thing was close enough to attack now and seemed to lunge at him. He moved quickly, but the thing still barreled into his left shoulder as he sidestepped to the right, leaving a gross sheen of something on his jacket. As the thing went past him, he spun with it and let out a grunt of effort as he once again shot his blade towards the things face, the steel entering in the middle of where it's eyebrows used to be. At first it didn't even seem to notice, but as Abel twisted and pulled his blade in a panic the thing suddenly went limp and fell to the ground motionless.

He took a couple of steps back from the corpse, afraid that it would start making that horrific noise and stand again. After about a minute he was confident it was dead, and the how seemed pretty obvious. Brain injury. Maiming, even it's eye socket and temple didn't seem to do anything and Abel had already seen one not react to multiple rounds put into it's chest during the riots. He would need to become better with his blade, if there had been two of them he had no doubt he'd be dead if he wasn't smart enough to choose to run. Leaning down and wiping his gore covered blade on the things shirt he examined his body. It was rotten, with mortal wounds on it's stomach, chest and head. There was no denying it, the thing had been a moving dead person. It was crazy, but it was. His breathing still heavy he continued his walk through the back alleys, eventually remembering the horrible sheen the thing had left on his jacket. He stopped, looking down at it. Don't ask him why but he chose to sniff. He gagged, barely containing the urge to vomit before breaking out into a coughing fit.