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The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

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The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

If I don't get a post in tonight, I will have one tomorrow. Birthday shenanigans affecting my schedule :D

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Location: Mall Parking Lot | Interactions: @Belle

The moans became harmonious. A symphony of disgusting anguish getting ever louder with each shuffled footstep. Rex began to see them, the massive herd of undead, a mobile shadow of unholy mass that grew exponentially with each passing second. He looked in the opposite direction toward the scream and gunfire. Even if there were two separate gunners, he had King. It was a fair fight. The other option, however... He would need way more arrows than what he housed in his quiver to get passed that horde.

The problem became mathematical and therefore much simpler. There really was no more question. He looked toward the alley that had echoed out gunshots and gave King the signal, communicating his intentions. The two of them moved quickly, hugging the walls of each building they passed, trying to minimize their presence.

"Come back here! I'll break every bone in your damn body!" The holler was gruff. Rex and King followed it to it's source, spotting a bearded man who seemed frantic in his pursuit. It took Rex an extra second to realize what it was he was after and, by the time he did, the stranger already had her, throwing the little girl against one of the vehicles, pressing his weight against her with a look in his eye that shouted ill intent. "Little rat bitch think you can steal from me?!" Rex's vision tunneled. This was not a fair fight. In this life, he dealt with the undead everyday but today, in this moment, he was sure he was staring at a monster.

King's growl broke Rex's trance. The hairs on the dog's back stood on end, making him appear bigger than he actually was. Saliva seeped out between his teeth and trailed down his jowls before hitting the hot asphalt below. King was hungry. Rex looked to his partner and, after a moment's hesitation, his partner looked back up at him. The cowboy swung his bow in front toward his own torso with one hand and retrieved a whittled bolt with another, never breaking eye contact. The man drew his bow back, bending the brim of his black hat as the reinforced string moved passed his face, passed his ear and settled adjacently to the back of his head, the bolt betwixt his fingers, aimed precisely toward the warm blooded predator. Rex's eyes then moved from King and toward the trajectory of his target. There were three sounds after that. One was a harsh twang, the other a sharp whistle and finally a single utterance: "Balls."

As if launched from a compound bow himself, King sprung to action, closing the distance between him and the little girl's assailant in what seemed like no time. Despite the German Shepherd's best efforts, the bolt beat him to the scene, landing in the bearded man's shoulder. A second later, King got a mouthful of what he was after, bringing the guy down to the ground, his gun inadvertently discarded on the asphalt. Ol' Beardy did not go down quietly. The dog's clenched teeth writhed back and forth with an intent to mangle. With the man occupied, albeit noisily so, Rex casually made his approach and looked at the young girl, his eyes squinting before he spoke. "This ain't the type a place a youngin' ought to be wandering around alone," he said, his voice deep and gravely, marked with an accent that gave away the fact that he wasn't from around here. After a beat, he continued, "We best git. This squealer's bound to bring all sorts of attention. Do you gotta place ya need to be?"

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Location: Mall Parking Lot | Interactions: None

"Hold," Rex whispered, squatting down beside an abandoned car, his body leaning against the passenger-side front wheel while his eyes peered over the hood down yonder, gazing at a mass of people who seem to have assembled in the middle of the parking lot of the Sawgrass Mills Outlet Mall. Rex's partner acknowledged the command with a small, subtle huff. The people... they moved funny. They seemed as though they could never truly attain perfect balance and their joints appeared rigid, their extremities piloted with a total lack of precision. Rex immediately knew why. These weren't people at all. These were what people became after.

His eyes were covered in the shadow of his black hat's brim as he squinted to try and see just what was motivating this small horde to gather. These morbid shells of flesh always seemed to have a singular motive; hunger. No doubt they found something or someone to sate their appetites, but the crowd was too dense to see passed. It was hard to confirm what the prize was. Regardless, he and King didn't hear any screams. The worst part was already over. Now all that was left was the grotesque consumption of their victim.

Rex let out a disappointed grunt. In times that he could help the living, he would. It seemed as though he was too late to be of any service here, though. No point in wasting energy or ammo on these biters. They were distracted and would continue to be until every last morsel of their victim was gone. Rex looked to King and the German Shepherd immediately met the gaze awaiting further instruction. Rex brought up an index finger and touched right between his eyebrows before bringing that same finger down like an ax, pointing toward the western end of the parking lot, which was populated by even more abandoned cars, but with far less undead. King took the silent order and complied, making himself small as he crawled, moving quickly each time he was exposed and slowing down again when his presence was hidden by one of the vehicles. Rex followed suit, hunched over holding his bow and quiver in place on his back so that they wouldn't rustle or make any unnecessary noise as he moved.

It didn't take long before the duo was far enough away to be out of earshot of the ghouls. Rex's muscles relaxed a bit more and King's demeanor did as well, the dog's mood ever the reflection of his owner's. A rumble then sounded out into the air, causing King to look sideways at Rex's stomach. The cowboy exhaled out of his nose in a sort of laugh. The zombies weren't the only ones that were hungry. It had been a while since their last meal. Rex had come to the outlet mall to try and scavenge any morsels he could get his hands on. Since the main entrance was occupied, he would have to go at it from the side.

He glanced at the western entrance and luckily saw no impediments. Looking at King again, he performed the same gesture as before, only this time it ended with his index finger pointing toward the way inside. King immediately obeyed, moving a few yards ahead to scout the area while Rex slowly followed behind, ready to grab his bow from it's sling at a moment's notice.

With only a few more yards to go before they were officially in the courtyard, something made the duo immediately freeze in their tracks. There was a scream, shrill and blood curdling, followed by two loud gunshots. King's ears went straight up as he froze in place while Rex's eyes grew to a nearly unnatural size. The commotion wasn't far and seemed to be coming from the right. Biters don't use guns, though. Rex and King refused to move, trying to decide if it was worth their attention... trying to gather what the hell the situation could even possibly be down there. Then they heard something else that sent a chill down Rex's spine, causing goosebumps to appear on his arm. On the opposite side, coming from the left was the raspy moans and shuffling footsteps of the dead who also appeared to be interested in the gunshots. Rex and King found themselves in the middle of a disastrous sandwich. He looked to his dog and managed to utter only one word: "Fuck."

The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Gonna start the IC in a bit

@Belle

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The Walking Dead - Hell on Earth

Name:
Rex Carmine

Age:
32

Skill:
• Hunter - Proficient in tracking, marksmanship, archery and stealth
• Primitive Survivalist - Proficient in setting up camp and living off the land
• Animal Tamer - Proficient in training and caring for animals from dogs to livestock

Preferred Weapons:
• 357 Magnum Revolver - A gun given to him by his late father. Rex only has a limited supply of bullets and the gun tends to be loud so it is only used in emergencies.
• Compact Compound Hunting Bow - Small and light, this bow packs a punch without being cumbersome. Rex wears a custom sling that houses the bow across his back with an added quiver filled with crude bolts that he whittles himself.
• Survival Knife - Whether he uses it as a weapon or a tool, Rex doesn't go anywhere without his knife.

Personality:
There are days when Rex embraces solitude. It's a simpler way to live in the midst of the apocalypse. Less mouths to feed, no need for suspicions about other peoples' motives. However, isolation has it's cost as well. In truth, Rex prefers the company of others and, when comfortable, can be quite funny, compassionate and fiercely loyal. However, if someone were to prove themselves unworthy of his friendship, he can be fiercely vengeful. He is low to trust, but once you've earned it, it's incredibly difficult to lose. He is also generous to a fault when it comes to those in his clan which whom he feels an obligation to protect. On cold, lonely nights, he is no stranger to brooding but he tries to keep his emotions in check.

He's got a love of drinking, smoking and gambling. In the times before the world turned upside down, he was a good ol' boy party animal raised on a ranch and brought up to enjoy the small things in life. Today, he still tries to embrace that mentality when he can, but the opportunities to do so are fewer and further between.

Brief Bio:
Rex was raised on his family's ranch. The sole son of his parents, he took over the property when they passed. He eventually found love in a woman named Nikki the two of them created a small picturesque family complete with their dog, a German Shepherd named King,
with a daughter on the way.

The beautiful dream life that Rex wove for himself soon came crashing down once the dead refused to stay that way. While Rex and King were out herding the cattle, the ranch house was quietly overtaken by walkers. A pregnant Nikki was alone, fending for herself against the shambling mass of grotesque horror. When Rex and King had returned, all they found inside the house were animated corpses, one of whom looked tragically familiar. The horde was too much to take on by himself so he decided to do the one thing he could to clear out the problem in one fell swoop; he set his familial home ablaze with the abominations trapped inside.

With no house, no more family and just his canine companion at his side, Rex fled his homestead and set off on his own, living off what nature provides and seeking companionship with the living or vengeance against the dead.

Anyone wanna rp with a lonely young adult?

Looking for a decent survivor/zombie type RP right now

Dragon Ball - Planet Breakers [Mission style roleplay]

Cool idea and probably the best way to do a Dragonball RP. I'm sitting this one out, but I'll definitely be reading along to see how it goes! Good luck!

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Oh you want to use real photos. Never mind, then. I'm sorry. I feel like using IRL face claims is a bit creepy and strange. ;;

@Sonnenschein

You would abandon an RP you're interested in because of the type of picture? I'm truly befuddled at that concept.

I, too, am tentatively interested. I've already got a character in mind that, coincidentally, I might be using in a different zombie RP if it ever takes off. I'll get it formatted to your CS template and get it posted up soon. Very cool concept. Bravo!

The Lantern Corps - a Green Lantern inspired role play

The Lantern Corps is a cool concept.

If you plan on letting people pick different corp colors, however, you're going to have to figure out a reason why all the players would team up and stay together, which may prove difficult. Herding the cats, as it were, may be easier if you limit everyone to start out as a Green Lantern and possibly allow them to branch our to other corps colors during gameplay. That way the players can build a camaraderie in-game and have more reason to reconnect when/if they transfer to another corps.

The other thing you'll need to nail down is what you want the players to be doing. Figure out a main antagonist that will take the power of every player to defeat and then several lesser antagonists that can keep the players busy until they reach that ultimate climax. Perhaps the first mission involves introducing the main antagonist and why it's a menacing threat and the subsequent missions are more focused on the Underbosses who are wrecking havoc across the galaxy that the players will have to go handle.

In any case, I'm interested, but it definitely needs to be developed more.