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The Light In The Dark
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Oh! By the way, you don't have to introduce all for your characters at once. I only have three right now and I'm still debating who to bring out into my 5, as I myself have.. 13 characters I use? I'm not sure, I have a list somewhere. But anyways, yeah. Don't stress yourself. :)
Richard watched the world collapse in front of his eyes. Behind the boarded window, he was safe. But in his mind, he was still amid the chaos.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.
Rules
-usual stuff, none of the metagaming, auto-hitting, or godmodding.
-don't be a dick to other people
-some level of romance is allowed but please take it elsewhere before it gets out of hand
-curse words are allowed, but I will bring out my ban-hammer if racial slurs are used.
-please inform me if you'll be gone for some time
-character limit is 5
-when you go to apply, please use the following format
Name
Age, height, weight
Picture and text description of your character
Background or history
Your character's persona (including their likes/dislikes)
Other notes
I will approve your characters, at which point you may put them in the character sheets.
-usual stuff, none of the metagaming, auto-hitting, or godmodding.
-don't be a dick to other people
-some level of romance is allowed but please take it elsewhere before it gets out of hand
-curse words are allowed, but I will bring out my ban-hammer if racial slurs are used.
-please inform me if you'll be gone for some time
-character limit is 5
-when you go to apply, please use the following format
Name
Age, height, weight
Picture and text description of your character
Background or history
Your character's persona (including their likes/dislikes)
Other notes
I will approve your characters, at which point you may put them in the character sheets.
Oh crap sorry I went to edit didn't know that would repost it. ^^"" Have only been on this site for like 2 hours I have no idea how to work it yet haha..""
(First of all sorry apparently you can't put pictures from your mobile device. Picture is in the url)
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Richard Shane Mason
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 108 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Prefers to be called Richard.
Afraid of death, the dark, violence, and loud noises in some cases. Doesn't like heights, enclosed spaces, people, and strangers.
History: (This one is easiest first) Raised in a religious household with abusive parents, Richard didn't have many friends. Realized his sexuality differs form others at an early age, punished by his parents for it. Has a younger sister who has multiple personality disorder. Was frequently at school with bruises and a sad expression, some wondered but never took the problem into their own hands, or cared enough to really see what was going on. Moved out of his house as soon as he could get a job and now has a restraining order on his parents.
Lives in the dorm room at his college but has an apartment for the summer.
On a tight budget as most of his paycheck goes towards his college. Works at a pet store when he isn't at college and is assistant manager.
Persona: Timid, doesn't speak up much. Hides behind his curtain of hair and wears concealing clothes, even in the hot summers. Dresses nicely. (Nice zip jackets over button up shirts, tighter jeans but not skinny jeans.) Silent most of the time, but can talk his worth when actually spoke to. Very organized and neat,
enrolled in a nice college at the moment for his interest in the culinary arts. Has two ferrets, Scooby and Shaggy. Takes walks during the day and eats healthy, finds fast food repulsive. Cooks for himself most of the time. Has anxiety and depression. Effective worker when he wants to work towards something, although usually over works himself.Still has an old flip phone because he doesn't talk to many people.
Skills:
-Very good cook, if he says so himself.
-Has a wide range of knowledge for animals.
-Very organized.
-Taking some side classes in the medical field in college right now (In case of a kitchen accident), and can suture.
-Good writer and illustrator
Likes: Fond of animals, not so much people. Likes cooking, especially healthy food. Reads often and likes to be active, practices yoga when he can't go outside because of the weather.
Dislikes: Loud noises, abuse (animals/people), ignorance and violence.
(Sorry this is a mess... Anxiety gets to me. ^^" Please tell me if I missed something cause I feel like I did.)
(First of all sorry apparently you can't put pictures from your mobile device. Picture is in the url)
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/a8/33/cfa833252736a4d491a9a4f2d1ee9583.jpg
Richard Shane Mason
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 108 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Prefers to be called Richard.
Afraid of death, the dark, violence, and loud noises in some cases. Doesn't like heights, enclosed spaces, people, and strangers.
History: (This one is easiest first) Raised in a religious household with abusive parents, Richard didn't have many friends. Realized his sexuality differs form others at an early age, punished by his parents for it. Has a younger sister who has multiple personality disorder. Was frequently at school with bruises and a sad expression, some wondered but never took the problem into their own hands, or cared enough to really see what was going on. Moved out of his house as soon as he could get a job and now has a restraining order on his parents.
Lives in the dorm room at his college but has an apartment for the summer.
On a tight budget as most of his paycheck goes towards his college. Works at a per store when he isn't at college and is assistant manager.
Persona: Timid, doesn't speak up much. Hides behind his curtain of hair and wears concealing clothes, even in the hot summers. Dresses nicely. (Nice zip jackets over button up shirts, tighter jeans but not skinny jeans.) Silent most of the time, but can talk his worth when actually spoke to. Very organized and neat,
enrolled in a nice college at the moment for his interest in the culinary arts. Has two ferrets, Scooby and Shaggy. Takes walks during the day and eats healthy, finds fast food repulsive. Cooks for himself most of the time. Has anxiety and depression.
Skills:
-Very good cook, if he says so himself.
-Has a wide range of knowledge for animals.
-Very organized.
-Taking some side classes in the medical field in college right now (In case of a kitchen accident), and can suture.
-Good writer and illustrator
Likes: Fond of animals, not so much people. Likes cooking, especially healthy food. Reads often and likes to be active, practices yoga when he can't go outside because of the weather.
Dislikes: Loud noises, abuse (animals/people), ignorance and violence.
(Sorry this is a mess... Anxiety gets to me. ^^" Please tell me if I missed something cause I feel like I did.)
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/a8/33/cfa833252736a4d491a9a4f2d1ee9583.jpg
Richard Shane Mason
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 108 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Prefers to be called Richard.
Afraid of death, the dark, violence, and loud noises in some cases. Doesn't like heights, enclosed spaces, people, and strangers.
History: (This one is easiest first) Raised in a religious household with abusive parents, Richard didn't have many friends. Realized his sexuality differs form others at an early age, punished by his parents for it. Has a younger sister who has multiple personality disorder. Was frequently at school with bruises and a sad expression, some wondered but never took the problem into their own hands, or cared enough to really see what was going on. Moved out of his house as soon as he could get a job and now has a restraining order on his parents.
Lives in the dorm room at his college but has an apartment for the summer.
On a tight budget as most of his paycheck goes towards his college. Works at a per store when he isn't at college and is assistant manager.
Persona: Timid, doesn't speak up much. Hides behind his curtain of hair and wears concealing clothes, even in the hot summers. Dresses nicely. (Nice zip jackets over button up shirts, tighter jeans but not skinny jeans.) Silent most of the time, but can talk his worth when actually spoke to. Very organized and neat,
enrolled in a nice college at the moment for his interest in the culinary arts. Has two ferrets, Scooby and Shaggy. Takes walks during the day and eats healthy, finds fast food repulsive. Cooks for himself most of the time. Has anxiety and depression.
Skills:
-Very good cook, if he says so himself.
-Has a wide range of knowledge for animals.
-Very organized.
-Taking some side classes in the medical field in college right now (In case of a kitchen accident), and can suture.
-Good writer and illustrator
Likes: Fond of animals, not so much people. Likes cooking, especially healthy food. Reads often and likes to be active, practices yoga when he can't go outside because of the weather.
Dislikes: Loud noises, abuse (animals/people), ignorance and violence.
(Sorry this is a mess... Anxiety gets to me. ^^" Please tell me if I missed something cause I feel like I did.)
Richard watched the world collapse in front of his eyes. Behind the boarded window, he was safe. But in his mind, he was still amid the chaos.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.
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