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Name: Leonardo Stroza Moretti

Nickname: Nero

Leonardo

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 pounds
Physique: Toned and fit
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Salt and pepper
Scars: None
Tattoos: None

Age: 50

Gender: Male

Personality: quiet, quiet would be the best term to describe Nero besides the word cold. Nero is not what you would call the life of the party, nor does he really want to be. Nero is a loner by nature, and he does not easily make connections with others. He chooses to be alone because he believes that he is incapable of really having or keeping friends. On the outside he is like a rock, he hardly shows his emotions and is very calm in intense situations. On the inside however he has a nice side, but he rarely shows it to anyone for he is afraid to let that side of himself be seen. Sarcastic by nature every word he might say is usually sarcastic with a hint of humor in it. He does not care much for know it alls, and despises those who act ignorant or fail to grasp reality. He does not believe in dream worlds where everything is always ok, and he ridicules anyone who does. However these personality quirks Nero is a rough yet gentle person who does care even if he does not show it often, and is a great friend to anyone who can break through his rocky outer shell. He is extremely loyal to those he cares about, and would protect them with his life if it came down to it, he has no fear of dieing and he does not fear pain either.

Occupation before: Retired CIA Analyst

Weapons

Duel Beretta's equipped with shotty laser sights


Hitachi Katana

Equipment

Clothing: Starting from foot Nero wears a pair of scuffed up Rothco Steel toe jungle boots which go up his ankles, his pants are a pair of faded and slight torn dark black cargos which he has the bottoms stuffed into the boots. An Italian made leather belt which has become quick thready but is still tight enough to hold with a gold belt buckle in the form of an eagle. Upper body he wears a black mens beater with a black bullet and knife proof vest which protects both his back and his front. Over the vest he wears a mens black T-shirt which has definitively seen better days as it is quite raggy in most respects. A black leather an gold watch on his right arm, the lcd cracked and the watch does not work anymore. On his face he has a pair of golden aviators and on his head a black special forces Beret.

Equipment:
- Black Swiss gear travel backpack
Contents of backpack includes:
Pair of black binoculars
a metal lock box
a large geographical folding map
two black sharpies
a medium size compass
two large bags of trail mix
a half eaten box of saltine crackers
three large water bottle which are fill-able by rain water
two MRE'S
two boxs of 9mm rounds (200 bullets total)
two lighters
one half bottle of lighter fluid
half box of Marborlo blacks

Skills:
-MMA Ability
-Small arms expert
-Long range rifle

History: Nero does not talk about his past much to any really, his entire life has sort of been what you would call a black shroud pulled over everyone's eye's. He is a secretive and secluded man who prefers to not go into details. (I will input all his history into the RP then update this periodically)

As for the Apocalypse Nero was part of a detachment to a Military controlled safe zone when the infected went completely viral, he was part of the effort to protect the camps from the overwhelming Walkers that were devouring everything. The events are unclear, but the camp Nero was at was over run and the entire facility was destroyed by the walkers and everyone in it dead. Nero himself was one of the only survivors of the refugee Camp, having survived the ordeal he went on the road and has been traveling ever sense looked for a place where there could possibly be protection but with no luck. Through bad or worse he diverted southward and traveled to Louisiana for his own reasons.

Other: TBR

The Walking Dead: Desperation

The Start of the end

I can't begin to tell you how it started, and I can't tell you how I happened to survive this long, contribute it to luck, skill, being in the right place at the right time, believe whatever you want that's what I say. But its been over four years since this hellish disease hit, I can't tell you where it started because honestly I don't even know or even remember when I first heard the reports. I guess thats the price of trying to survive for four years solid, you never remember the truly important things, or to me forget the stuff that does not really make a difference anymore. Some might argue that its important to remember these things, but honestly I don't give a shit anymore, I have seen so much death and killing, and some truly terrible acts, its just not something I even care to remember because I can't forget the terrible things that this world has forced me to do. Besides anyone who lives this long usually won't care about such things. usually the ones who survive this long as just shells of their former selves, forsaking their humanity, because one truth we can't avoid is that the less humanity you have the longer you will live. You know what? Why am I even bothering to say this to you now? Why do I ever bother to leave something behind when I know that no one will ever find it, and even if they do they won't give a shit. Screw it, when it comes down to it, the world is screwed and there is nothing we can do to stop it. There is no hope anymore, there is no such thing as coming back from this, this has gone on too long, and too many people have died because of it. I am not ever sure anymore if there is enough of the living left to even attempt to bring the world back to the way it was... No... the world will never be the same even if their was hope.

The world is wracked by nothing but desperation now, survivors scattered across miles of Walker infested lands. Desperate for food and clean water and a safe place to stay that will never be found. If there is a God, then this is a punishment, a punishment for all the sins we have committed in our lives, there is no other way to justify these events, all this death. This is our end game, this is our extinction, and it wasn't caused by polar ice caps melting, or green house effect, or a world wide global devastation of nuclear devices, but by these god damn lifeless corpses that refuse to die. I can't take this anymore to be honest, maybe once upon a time I had a reason to live, but you know what I had to shoot them in the head because I failed to protect them. An I went this long only because I thought that maybe this would be my punishment for failing them. But you know what, no punishment is worth this, no punishment should be like this, Iv come to the end of my road, and if there is a god out there watching and listening to my words now... I hope that I am forgiven for what I am about to do.

I can't keep living a lie anymore, I can't keep fooling myself into believe there is reason for my still being alive, everyday I breath I see their innocent faces and I see the glazed look in their eyes, and I see the gun I used to kill them, an... an... I can't do it. These will be my last words ever spoken on this planet, and I hope that if anyone ever find this journal that they are living in a world that is no longer infested with this hellish disease, living in a world with no more fear of death. I am sorry Anna my wife, I am sorry Dylan my son, I am sorry that I failed you and that it took this long to realize that I don't belong here anymore. This is my last entry, and these are my very last words..... God help us all...

† Hello and Welcome to The Walking Dead: Desperation my newest spin off roleplay of Walking Dead.†

Lets get some general info in and out of the way so we can get down to some serious roleplaying here. First and foremost as stated above it has now been four years solid of grueling survival against these living dead atrocity's. The stakes are high and more and more people are dieing everyday because of it. Desperation is very rampant as supplies are dwindling and ammunition is becoming more and more scarce to fight the Walking Dead. You of course are one of the few survivors left who are trying to survive for whatever reason that you find most dear to you. This particular spin off roleplay will be taking place deep in Southern Louisiana, particularly around a small town named Jordan Hill population in the real world being 211 people. In this roleplay you will be making all the decisions on who and what you are going to be, and the way you treat others and portray yourself will be the determination of how long you survive. Will you band together or will you refuse to work with others? Will you help people or will you try to kill them? Have you forsaken yourself or do you hold onto your humanity, this is all for you to decide as you enter Walking Dead: Desperation.

† Rules †

1. No god modding period, I do not like this action and a lot of other people don't either. Get permission first from the owner of the character or you will be in trouble.

2. No mary or gary sues

3. Only original characters, there are no canon characters from the show, and def no look like or personality alikes period.

4. There will be realism in this roleplay, you are not god or can you take on a horde of Walkers alone, take into account your actions in your posts.

5. No OP characters period. I don't tolerate this, were all human.

6. This is a free-Casual type roleplay so keep one liners to a minimum, being this is free I won't take them out all together but put effort into your posts.

7. What I say goes, I am an easy going guy and if you want to have discussions im down for it. But don't outright disrespect me or other players in the RP this is a quick way to be kicked out.

8. Have fun, I know my rules make me look strict but I am truly not unless I have to be. Respect the rules and never a problem will we ever have.

† Character Biography †

Theme song: (Optional)

Name:

Nickname:

Age: (15+)

Gender:

Appearance: (Picture with small description)

Personality:

Occupation before: (what did you do for a living)

Weapons: (Keep it real no ST Launchers, no RPG's, if your edgy about something ask an ill tell you if its okay)

Equipment: (Got food? Cigarettes? Kevlar? put it here)

Skills: (Tow major skills, one minor for example Martial artist, Small arms expert, Lockpicker)

History: (Does not have to be indepth just tell us how you got to where you are now)

Other: (Anything else not covered)

† Character List †

Raikage / Leonardo Stroza Moretti / 44 / Male / Alive

HollywoodMole / Alistair Blemtu / 17 / Male / Alive

User / Charles Rishardson / 38 / Male / Alive

SolameLike / Stephanie White / 18 / Male / Alive

Nuttynad / Nadia / 17 / Female / Alive

Darkshark / John Blacksmith / 31 / Male / Alive

Knights of Galvarok: The Forbidden Gate

Ok guys I will clear this up, I was vague when I put in my family heirloom items. The weapons he has now are in fact similar to his family's heirlooms however they are no where near the same. They can mimic certain aspects but they are nothing like the family heirlooms. He does know what they look like because his father whom he seen rarely was the one who wielded the heirlooms before he died. Armendir does not have them, or does he know where they went since his father died, I wanted to describe the weapons so if the time came in the RP for him to obtain them you would know. But in hindsight I should have stated they were not the real ones an I apologize for the confusion, and I hope this clears up the conversation.

Knights of Galvarok: The Forbidden Gate

Armendur Theme Song

Armendir stood silently with his arms crossed upon his chest as he watched the sun slowly rise into the sky, no one really knew but the young wood elf enjoyed watching the sun rise in the morning. It was one thing since he was a small child that he often had done when everyone else was asleep, being and Elf it was not general knowledge, but Elven people slept very little a lot of the time, only needing a couple hours of sleep to be fully rested compared to a normal humans eight hours. Sometimes Armendir imagined himself somewhere far away, in a deep wooded area, standing in some green meadow watching the sun rise in the sky. Armendir had never known his true home, he had been taken as an infant into the Knighthood what seemed like so many years ago now, a lot of the time he could see images in his head of his home, but often he did not know if it was glimpse as a child of his home or merely made up images of what he thought it might be. While he did not regret being here now, deep down inside Armendir did feel a small regret never knowing his own people. But he would Honor them always even if he never knew them, and the place in which he was born, for forgetting where you come from and forsaking yourself is a road which can only lead to destruction.

In a way the sun rising in the sky was a reminder to Armendir, that the real reason he was here right now where he stood, was to be one of the protectors of not only his homeland but the beauty that still existed in this world. That is why he held no regrets for being here now, because if evil were to come back to this world with its darkness, then he would stand in its way and every breath he would take would be to ex spell it back to the shadows. Armendir thought back to when he was young, and recalled the last words his father had told him one of the rare times he was able to speak to his father, whom had been a Knight himself, before his sudden passing.

"Son I don't expect you understand everything in the world, for you are still young, this world is full of hatred and evil, people who would hurt others and take lives merely because they can. As you grow into a Knight, you like I did at your age will come to know the pain that is when you first see it. No matter how much we can control our emotions, some day they will come out, and when that day comes I can only hope your ready to face that pain. An if there is anything that I want you to remember my son, it is that you must never forsake yourself or the Honor which has been imbued in you from birth. For if you forsake yourself it is a dark and lonely road ahead, and can only lead to destruction. Your life is meant to be a guiding light, like all life that is brought into this world, and one day you will come to that crossroad and you will decide if you would forsake yourself and your comrades, or be that light in the dark."

Armendir did not understand what his father meant back then, and maybe he still did not now, but he did understand what his father meant by not forsaking yourself, and Armendir truly hoped that if a time ever did come when he might forsake himself, that his fathers words would never be forgotten in the darkness of the world, drowned out by such pain. Looking down below at the town below, the many various people were already appearing out in the square, setting up shops, getting ready to serve breakfast, very soon Armendir's comrades would be getting up soon. Jumping down off the stone edge over looking the town Armendir made his way down back into the castle and then down to the room where his bed lay. Opening the door Armendir was instantly smacked in the face with a pillow, the scene that unfolded after this was quite the spectacle to see to be sure. The many men and woman were in and uproar trying to get rid of a Silver falcon that was going rampant around the room, Armendir merely shook his head as he made his way into the room and maneuvered his way around the men trying to get the Falcon. Reaching his bed one of the men finally did manage to subdue it, but it lasted not even a couple seconds before the bird busted from the bad in a fury of feathers.

"How do you think we get that? I don't want to hurt it."

Armendir averted his Elven eye's to the Falcon still perched on the windowsill glaring menacingly at the other recruits after their round with the bird and noticed that alas there was a note attached to the birds leg, obviously it would be meant for them to obtain, which would be no mere cake walk now given the uproar that had just happened. Stepping forward Armendir positioned himself near the windowsill and spoke in a deep but clear voice.

"Let me try, I think that bird probably hates you all right now after what you just did."

Armendir slowly raised two fingers to his lips and then started to blow, a whistle came from his fingers and mouth as he whistled toawrds the bird, it was an old Elven technique that was meant to calm down aggravated animals, hopefully the Falcon would find calmness and come down. Putting his arm out slowly with the black leather bracer facing the bird Armendir blew more notes to try and coax it to his arm.

Knights of Galvarok: The Forbidden Gate

I am really into those types of ideals, things having a lot of meaning not just random things thrown together for the heck. It is why I love the Elven culture, and chose and Elven race as my character, my real taste coming from Lord of the Rings. How they were not just known for their abilities in combat, but also for the ages of culture that they brought with them, the deepness of every Elven man and woman, always a story behind them. An like the Elven race everything about him is steeped in deep tradition and honor just like his race.

"A war is not just fought and won through violence and blood shed, but also through wisdom and learning through the pain and loss of our comrades. Only when we understand such principles will we ever truly find peace in the world."
- Armendir

Just an example of who my character will grow to be and is.

Knights of Galvarok: The Forbidden Gate

Lionheart said
You're accepted Rai, and also the absolute final CS I will take. Welcome aboard, go ahead and post whenever just assume you are also sleeping in the same barracks as everyone else, same goes for you Erode.

Thank you Lionheart When I read the OOC talk after putting up my bio I realized you said it was closed for applications and was hoping you would like my bio enough to take me in, this RP looks like it is gonna have a really good story line ^^

Knights of Galvarok: The Forbidden Gate

Name: Armendir Galamiel

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Elven

Personality: Like most of his kind Armendir is endowed with an innate ability to stifle if not completely ignore his emotions all together. This can make him seem very cold to others, but it also makes him impossible to manipulate. With a stead fast way of thinking Armendir is fearless in a lot of respects and will likely be the first to go into battle when the time calls. But unlike most of his kind Armendir cares deeply for the men and woman who stand beside him in battle and out of battle even if he does not show it physically. He would die for them if the time called for it, and he do it gladly without hesitation. On a lighter side Armendir can be how do you say slightly awkward when it comes to social situations. In other words finding him in a pub is not a very common thing, and if you do it was probably because he was dragged there by someone else. Like most of his kind Armendir does not nor can he show affection like humans or other races, so most times the way he does can be viewed at as insulting or worse. In the end Armendir is extremely loyal, his loyalty's are deep set and uncorruptable, he is the greatest ally to have in battle even if not in the party afterwards and a fierce friend.

Armendir Galamiel Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 pounds
Body physique: Fit and well toned
Hair color and style: White and keep long shoulder blade length
Eye Color: Dark blue
Scars: Only one scar in particular one in which goes directly through his right eye, not through the the eye itself but from top of the eye and bottom of the eye.
Tattoo's:
This quote on his chest with translates to from Elven to human tongue: I am the vigilant, my bow is fast steady, my sword is sharp and hard. Evil can not abide by my light. and in its rays parish back into the forbidden dark.

Backstory: Armendir never knew his home but he knows that he comes from a large settlement in the Westlands. Born with an innate ability to use bows Armendir is considered an elven prophecy, if you believed in such things. In his culture Armendir was consider almost like a treasure being his parents were both young members of the Elven council, on his taking into the knights the many people of his city thought this treasonous. But being Born into the lineage of the Knights, Armendir was of course taken from his home as a very young child and he was trained. Armendir's father and mother died very young in Elven years, so Armendir by all rights is the pride of his family line and also the very last of his family, and is charged with ensuring that his blood line continues on through his own children one day. Now Armendir constantly hones his skills with not only the bow, but the blade, his dedication remains with both the Knights and his homeland which he never knew, and his aspirations being one day he can visit his homeland just one time.

Knight's Raiment: Its is important to note that Armendirs Raiment is a set of armor and weapons that were passed down from father to son for many a year. This particular set of raiment can never be used by anyone not of Armendirs bloodline including his weapons.The magical property's imbued into his Raiment would just make anyone not of his bloodline sluggish, weak, and just a complete utter useless sog until it is taken off or dropped. The effects are immediate and last as long as you hold or equip his Raiment, and then slowly wears off when you drop it.

Raiment

Adoni meaning Peace in Elvish
Weapon Class: Short to medium class bow
Description: Adoni is a bow made of both wood and a metal that both have magical components with in. This bow has the unique ability to be completely dedicated to only those of the Galamiel bloodline. The bow is adorned with many different engravings that each and every member of the Galamiel have applied. It has not only the spirit of of its previous owner but their wisdom which they chose to put on it for younger generations to come. The bow also has another hidden ability which is only known to the Galamiel which is that the user does not have to assert any kind of strength to pull the string back, in other words shooting arrows is virtually weightless and uses no energy making the shots more accurate and quicker paced.


'Athaan' meaning Justice in Elvish
Weapon class: Long sword
Description: Athaan is an Elvish longblade that is made from the same metal that Elvish bows are made of and therefore have the same magical components that the bows hold. However the long blades in particular have another magical component and that is the fact that they do not ever require any sharpening physically and always keep their deadly edge. This particular Elvish blade is the second and only other weapon passed along the Galamiel line, very much like the bow there are several words of wisdom engraved into its blade and hilt by the many who wielded it before. The swords particular hidden ability makes it impossible to use on its own as well, the sword to one of the Galamiel bloodline weights that of a feather, but to someone who tried to pick it up outside the blood line will be unable to do so for it will weigh thousands of pounds to anyone else.


'Sularus' meaning Honour in Elvish
Armor class: Black leather (lightweight)
Description: Sularus is the first armor passed down by the Galamiel family, the armor itself is made of a very light black leather that is exclusive to the Westlands however is not impossible to find elsewhere. The armor is formed particulars to protect the more vital spots leaving others open, making this armor a bit hard to use in battle but also giving the wearer the motion they need to fight without being constricted. The material itself had no special abilities magical wise, however this set of armor has been imbued with a magical trait by the Galamiel, which makes this armor tough as iron but still keeping its lightweight stature. However it is important to note even with this ability the armor can still be penetrated by sword BUT the armor has a special resistance to arrows, so arrows can never penetrate this armor fully.


'Khess' Elvish for Love
Class: Necklace
Description: Khess is not a family heirloom as much as it is a special necklace that all Elvish woman are given upon coming into adult hood in Elvish age. The necklace is passed down to the first son of the family, who will then one day give to the one who will become his eternal soul mate. The necklace is made of a fine metal found in the Elvish lands and is handcrafted with jewels that are worth a lot, because of the necklace and its worth to others, a small magical enchantment is placed upon it, if anyone were to ever steal the necklace, their first touch would almost immediately awaken a spell which will cause them harm, enough to make them drop the necklace. This particular necklace can only ever be given willfully not forcefully.

Skills:

Ancient scripture: Armendir has a special ability one in which has found him invaluable when traveling to ancient lands if the time calls for it. Armendir is born with a natural ability to look at ancient scripture and analyze it then read with it with little to no effort. It is unknown how this is possible at least by human standards. But there is a tail in Elvish culture that speaks of a child being born every 1000 years who has this particular ability. This is the only known explanation for this ability and the one that is mostly widely accepted by others.

Cooking: Like most of his kind Armendir is good at cooking, an ability which is very useful if out in the country side where finding normal ingredients are next to impossible. Armendir has a great knowledge of plants, and where to find them plus wild life that may be in the area. All of which are useful if you are running low on food and need something safe to eat at a moments notice. This skill also contributes to another skill which Armendir is special in.

Herbalism: Armendir has a very wide knowledge of plants which contributes to the fact that he also knows the same components which can be the healing effects that certain plants can have on certain wounds. This make him invaluable in a battle, with his natural Elven medical skills, he can take it a step further and make remedies which can be the difference between life and death for comrades.

Weapon special: Bow: Armendir is an expert with bow type weapons, he can use from short bow to long bow with deadly precision. He is able to make long shots and also a more rare shot where he can use multiple arrows up to three or four in one shot and spread them out to hit enemies that are coming in a line. His bow is merely and extension of his arm.

Weapon special: Sword: Armendir is a sword expert, while in reality his sword skills pale in comparison to his Bow skills, he is an formidable foe when it comes to different sword styles. He mainly uses long sword and is actually more or less restricted to long sword in the long run, his knowledge of other blade types is lacking which can be a bad thing and a good thing in some cases.

Magistra:

Healing Hands: Healing hands is a particular useful magical ability which make Armendir able to heal different types of wounds and in special cases can also cure someone of poison that has been put into their body. This ability however does come with a cost, and that is the fact that the larger or worse the wound is, the more energy magical wise that he will have to use to heal the wound. The effects of this spell can lead to dangerously low amounts of energy both magically and physically, in the worse case scenario, his inability to fight in battle until his energy regains.

Piercing Veil: This is the second and only know magical ability that Armendir has, this ability allows him to imbue a small to large portion of his own magical energy into the arrows he uses with his special family line bow. The shot in comparison to a normal shot is twenty times more lethal, and this ability allows Armendir to pierce many type of armor with little effort with his arrows. However like Healing Hands this ability is also very costly in a battle, Armendir depending on the amount of magical energy he uses will be weakened every time he uses this ability and the same effects will apply like in healings hands. Which in the end makes this magical ability deadly but also one that can not always be used or used a lot in one setting.

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