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TWD - Among the Ruined

@RedVII It’s gonna be about a year since the outbreak and about eight months since society crumbled. Welcome to the rp!

TWD - Among the Ruined

@wolverbells oh my god bells!!! I can’t believe it!! Of course you are welcome! You are always welcome!

@Weeping Raven
Hi! It was set in Louisiana before but I am open to other suggestions for where it should be set.

TWD - Among the Ruined

Name : Jessalyn "Jess"

Age : 21

Skill : cook and supply organizer

Weapon (up three): lead pipe with a jagged end

Personality : sweet, naïve, helpful, hesitates to strike, trusting, 'blonde' at times, has trouble coping

Bio : Jessalyn was working as a prep cook when the outbreak happened. Her and her boyfriend lasted quite a while before she got pregnant. They were captured by raiders and her boyfriend was killed. The stress from it caused Jess to miscarry. Jess worked for the raiders until she saw an opportunity to let the walkers into the camp. She escaped to sounds of carnage. Now she lives in dilapidated school bus half buried in the side of a building.

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Name : Katelyn (Katie)

Age : 7

Skill : epic cuteness, hiding

Weapon : small pocket knife

Personality : adorable and uses it, not trustworthy at all, she can't really fight, but she can hide like nobody's business.

Brief Bio : Katie was left on her own after her school was attacked and she saw most of her classmates and teachers torn to pieces. She uses her cuteness to lull people into a false sense of security before stealing anything she can carry and taking off. Since she is small she is hard to find once she runs.

TWD - Among the Ruined

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined
Season 4

When hell gets full, the Devil lets the dead walk the earth...

So this is a walking dead style rp. There will be action and gore and zombie killing, but mostly this will be about the twists and turns, the drama, the heartache and the joy of moral decisions that have both good and bad consequences.
Everything you do and say will have consequences further down the line. The walker you killed yesterday was actually the mother of the person you met today. That guy you refused to give food? He came back as a walker and killed your best friend. That little boy you helped? He came back with a large group to steal your supplies. Each choice is life and death. Don't ever get too comfortable, because you never know when things will go to hell.

So this is actually an RP I had from five years ago. It was my most successful and long lasting rp. I took a VERY long hiatus from rpg because of family and health issues. I have been wanting to return for a while now but this quarantine period has finally given me the time I need to return.
I figure this is a fitting rp to return with.

Rules :
1. No fighting in the OOC or Chat. I mean it. You get one warning, then your characters gets killed off and you are banned from the rp.
2. No overpowered characters. It's okay to have weapons, but not everyone is survival trained and can make a rocket launcher with a pocket knife, some string and a potato. Be realistic with your characters skills and their weapons.
3. Gore is fine, but romance (if there is any during a zombie apocalypse) goes to PM. Anything above kissing goes to PM.
4. Killing of characters must be agreed upon.
5. All ideas are welcome! If you have any ideas for major plot-related ideas, characters. locations, etc. then please PM either myself or my Co-GM(s).
6. Before making any game changing decisions please pm me to ask or discuss it in the OOC before posting it. This does not mean I need to make every decision for you, but MAJOR plot twists need to be approved by either me or my Co-GM (once I get one).
7. You can have as many characters as you can handle. Do not ignore anyone and post regularly. If you can't post for a couple of days, let us know so we can move around your character. If you do not post in the IC or OOC for a significant amount of time, then your character will be made an NPC and likely become a walker. If you want to return after that, you can make another character.
8. In that same vein, if you've been in the rp for some time and decide you want to go, the option for your character to become an NPC is there in case you ever return. Though NPCs are more likely to be killed off, the character just may be alive when you come back.
9. It might seem strange to have this rule but I have run into problems with this in the past so I am going to say it right off : NO ONE IS IMMUNE. This is not "The Last of Us" this is a "The Walking Dead" rp. There is no cure and there is no immunity to the zombie virus. Everyone already has it. Your character can be working on a cure, but that is all.
10. Please follow the posting rule (see below) If you do not, your post will be ignored.
11. I reserve the right to add more rules if needed.

CS:

Appearance : (please no anime pics. portraits are fine as long as they are realistic)
Name :
Age :
Skill : (are you good at medicine? cooking? electronics? hunting? marksman? these can be skills acquired after the outbreak)
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : (anything you can realistically have)
Personality : (good and bad points)
Brief Bio : (we are not going to know much about each other at first so only a brief history, such as what they were doing before the outbreak, is fine)

posting rule

Something I have started doing in my rps and I have found to be extremely helpful in keeping track of everyone and everywhere is a formula to posting : at the top of the post put, in bold, the name of the character you are currently playing, their location and who you are interacting with. For example:
Kim - Bus Stop - Steven
If you are playing multiple characters in one post, just add their names in:
Kim and Stacy - Restaurant - Each Other
If there are multiple people in the same place and you don't know who you are interacting with at the moment, broaden the terms:
Kim - Office - Everyone
This way no matter who replies everyone who is currently in the office knows you might be interacting with them or can start an interaction.

So I know you read this, please comment on it in your first post. Tell me what you think of this posting rule.

Goblin Market (accepting)

This caught my eye because Goblin Market happens to be one of my favorite poems. I am interested to see where this goes. I might even make my first male character (fae) for this because I'm going to tell you right now you are going to end up with a LOT of female humans. Just something that tends to happen in these types of rps.
If you want to attract more players and not make it weird or uncomfortable maybe add some kind of political intrigue element, like a fae version of Game of Thrones. Just a suggestion. Either way I am interested and will follow the thread to see what happens before I make a character.

Bioshock - Left Behind (re-vamped)

I am still here and yes Maya and Bart are heading for the Welcome Center

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

OMG I POSTED!!

And got some signing in for Brenna. is it bad that I plan to use this rp to practice my ASL?

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Maria

They were headed home. Lucian had left her. Her sire had found her pain a thing to jest at. But she had no where else to go.
And she wasn't certain she would ever sing again.

Then the million dollar question was asked.
"Angry, that is how I am doing," she snapped then relented. "Not at you. I am angry at men. At that sick freak for doing this to me, at Lucian for leaving me and at my sire for not caring. So to answer your question I want to either kill something or hijack a Ben and Jerry's truck and put myself in a sugar induced coma. And right now Ben and Jerry's is starting to win."

They reached the Manor soon after. Maria sensed the presence of a long lost sister inside.
Brenna...

Sister, Maria called in her mind, her heartache translating to the mind of the deaf female. Once they entered the house Maria went right to her sister by blood, clinging to her as she trembled with hurt.

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Brenna

Sister...

She was shocked to find the mind that called to her was Maria, her sister borne from the same sire. Before she could send a mental reply the female was before her, holding on tightly as if Brenna was the only thing keeping her from falling into a firey hell. She held her sister as the female whimpered and trembled.

Sister mine... she thought and broke one of her own rules by searching her mind.

What she saw shocked and horrified her. It was bits and pieces, like someone was fast-forwarding a movie, but it was enough to know why her sister was in pain.
Sister mine... she repeated but in a different tone. Instead of curiosity the thought relayed sadness and grief, sharing of pain.

As Brenne held her sister close and made comforting sounds she turned a questioning frown to Alistair, and a look of surprise to Morven. It seemed her gut feeling had been right. Her family did need her.

Grand-mère she thought to Morven, a French term from her youth meaning 'grandmother' but denoting great respect to the older woman. Although Maria had always disliked the older female, and the feeling was mutual, Brenna had nothing but respect for the female Brenna considered their ancestor.

What happen future? Brenna signed. ASL had a different sentence structure then normal English speaking. She was asking what was going to happen, what they were going to do.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Heather - Reality? - Hank

Voices. Shapes. Time.
They all passed before her. All meaningless.

She was poked and prodded, hit, yelled at, laughed at, moved from one place to another like a piece on a chess board. She might had been raped by their captors but in truth she didn't know. She couldn't seperate nightmares from reality anymore. That was what happened when your reality became a nightmare.

She didn't eat, barely slept, didn't move without force and didn't make a sound. If she hadn't breathed and blinked she could have been mistaken for a doll or a statue, just as lifeless.

Aaliyah... Seth... Jennifer... Imogen... Floyd... DeSean...

Gone...
All... gone...

She watched their faces go by in her mind like a neverending loop. Aaliyah's laugh... Jennifer and DeSean holding hands... Seth's shy smile... Floyd's gruff voice...

All gone now...

She had screamed herself hoarse and cried herself sick when they'd been forced to watch Aaliyah and Jennifer's deaths. One of the murderous demons had smacked her so hard she had lost a tooth. After that she'd shut down. Not even Hank could reach her. Nothing registered. It was all meaningless white noise, like she was watching static on a TV screen.
Gentle, kind Aaliyah...
Beautiful, strong Jennifer...
Gone. Their lives snuffed out quickly and brutally.

The liberation of her and Hank and been equally as meaningless to her. They were taken from one kind of captivity to another. The nurse's part of her mind recognized that she had been placed in some kind of medical area and was being observed and treated for PTSD. Some woman who thought she was a doctor tried to get her to talk about what she had been through but Heather spoke to no one. Not even Imogen. In truth Heather hadn't even recognized the girl as Imogen, but as another faceless person that wouldn't leave her alone.
They kept them together, her and Hank. He spoke to her, told her things, tried to reach her, but it was all still white noise to her. She never responded or gave an indication she even understood what he said, which she didn't. But hearing his voice every day kept her from finding a way to slit her wrists. It was her lifeboat, the one thing she recognized as familiar in the surrounding haze.

Then his voice changed. He spoke to her in desperation, wanting her to come back. It was hard to struggle back. She didn't want to. It was easier to stay in the void of white noise, of meaningless existence where nothing mattered anymore.
But the strong did not take the easy way.
So she struggled. For him, she struggled back through the white noise and the haze. She focused on his hands taking hers, on his head touching her own, on his voice guiding her back to him.

And, for the first time in days, her eyes focused.
He came into view.
"Hank..." she said, her voice nearly a whisper from disuse. When he looked at her and she was able to see his eyes her own teared up. Moving slowly, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around him, pressing her forehead against his shoulder.

They were broken, but not ruined.
They could survive.
And maybe... maybe they could live again...

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Right Tremblay. Completely leave out the fact that your men attacked and broke the ribs of and nearly shot a 7 year old girl.
Seriously he is pissing me off now.