Rodiak

For Whom the Bell Tolls - A Zombie Survival RP

Quick question. What is the setting? What part of the country, or the world, is this going to take place? Kinda needed for the biography.

Might make another character too.

What I have so far:

Jun-seo Park

APPERANCE __________________________________________________________________________ Standing at just over six feet, Jun-seo is a man of simplicity. From his simple hair cut to his bland fashion taste, Jun-seo is a simple man. Brown eyes sport dark under eyes, and the slight slouch he had developed indicates the amount he has spent away from bed and over his desk grading papers. Over his lip, Jun-seo wears a mustache he's been too lazy to shave off or maintain. It's clear to anyone that lays their eyes on him that he cares very little about his appearance, and yet he manages to not look too bad. As for his fashion taste, his simplicity extends to the way he dresses. Jun-seo's closet consists of black, white, and everything in between. He considers practicability over fashion any day of the year. It's easy to match his clothes, especially when everything is a shade of black or white. There have been a few special occasions when he wears the color blue, but those are rare. PERSONALITY __________________________________________________________________________ Openminded | Resourceful | Sarcastic | Cynical | Patient | Apathetic Jun-seo is a stoic man that keeps to himself most of the time. While there have been instances where his students have seen the more gentle and kind side of him he tries to put up a front. There are very few rare moments where he will approach a person and strike a conversation as he tends to be critical of others. There's something in Jun-seo that makes him push others away, perhaps is his non-caring attitude towards things or the stoic tone his voice has. While his outward attitude is toned down to almost no emotions, Jun-seo shows his emotions with actions. He likes to buy his students candies and offer them after tests or writes down a happy face on the student's papers he personally liked. There are little things that Jun-seo does to show his appreciation towards those he likes. It's easy to miss. BIOGRAPHY __________________________________________________________________________ Jun-seo grew up in Los Angeles, to be more specified, in Koreatown. His parents owned a little resturant off of Wilshire. He, along with his older sister, helped run the place. The family's restuarant wasn't that much of a hit for the locals, but it kept a roff over their heads and allowed his parents to set some money aside for the kid's college fund. Growing up, Jun-seo was a hardworking student. He had to be. His parents were strict about school and rarely had any free time to hang out with his friends outside school. While he didn't mind his situation, he had always wished he had more time for the very few friends he had made throughout high school. Jun-seo graduated from high school with honors, unfortunately, his mother had had an accident just a year prior to that. While his sister was already in university, his college fund had gone to help with his mother's medical bills. The whole bill almost crippled them into closing the store. Jun-seo had to take a year break between high school and college to help around the restaurant while his mother recovered. After that, he was finally able to enroll in community college while he worked two jobs. He never resented his parents or the situation he was in. Jun0seo knew that was life. All he could do was work hard and try to give back to his parents. Simple. That was Jun-seo's life. He graduated from UCLA with a Ph.D. in Psychology. He began working a few weeks after in the UCLA Psychology department. He recently took a class to teach in the university and has been trying to save up money along with his sister to buy their parents a new home in El Segundo. OTHER __________________________________________________________________________ Kim Nam Gil | #495855 Knows how to speak Spanish. He cooks a bowl of mean kimchi rice. Recenty took up running, as he's trying to loose a few extra pound he has gained.

_______________________________________________ | 30 | cis Male | Bisexual | | Professor / Psychologist | _______________________________________________

For Whom the Bell Tolls - A Zombie Survival RP

interested! i've been wanting to do some survival for a while now.

some thoughts

the notes you have for the zombies are all good! i think we should have a variety of all types of zombies. the quicker ones with good eyesight and hearing could be freshly turned zombies while the slower ones with dull sense could be older ones. it would make sense since the more they walk around the more they decay unless decaying isn't something that happens to these zombies. the weakness of these zombies would also go into play if decay is a thing or not.

as for mutated zombies, hell yeah! i would love to see those huge mutated zombies. would make a good challenge to face off against.

as for the infection, it would make sense if it was bodily fluid; blood, sweat, saliva.

_{these are just my opinion/suggestions}

Current Mood in One Gif

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

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Sorcha could hear someone talking around her. Their voice was distant and muffled as if she was submerged underwater. Words were being spoken quietly at her, like a whisper in the middle of the night during a sleepover. In front of her, she could see the familiar pages of her notebook opened to a blank page staring at her. Lost. She was lost in the lines of the page. They reached out towards her, wrapping themselves around Sorcha, trying to bring her into the page.

"Miss." Sorcha looked up from her notebook, dark eyes looking past the person in front of her. "Miss O'Sullivan, your drink."

"What?" Her eyes finally focused on the glass of martini on the tray that had been presented to her. "Ah, I spaced out, sorry about that, hun." She placed her pen down and reach for the glass with her left hand. She thanked the young woman with a smile and turned her attention back to the black pages. They continued to stare back at her until she had drunk half of the martini.

With a sigh, Sorcha forced herself to close the notebook and look up at the hosts of the cruise. Jack and Maggie were their names. She had been one of the first guests to arrive on the cruise. With no one to talk to, Sorcha had taken the free time to brainstorm any ideas into paper. Anything that popped into mind, she usually wrote in quickly capitalized letters. Her notes mostly consisted of random bullet points with no sense of real direction. To anyone, they would just be weird ramblings- to Sorcha; they were the bones of her films.

They had been the bones of her films.

Time had escaped her. The V.I.P. deck now seemed full of all sorts of mismatched people all looking for something. She looked at every one of them with critical eyes, separating those who looked comfortable enough to stand there and those who were itching to get away—the mention of speed dating only bringing the latter group more reason to flee. For Sorcha, speed dating was a walk in the park. She wasn't afraid of interacting with new people. In fact, she enjoyed it. Something about talking to strangers she might end up banging the next few days was exciting enough for her.

"Don't know, slam dancing sounds fun. The more, the merrier, right?" Sorcha stood up from the lounge chair she had been sitting, notebook forgotten in her bag. She shot the woman with the "boner donor" shirt a wink before she downed the rest of her martini in a similar fashion she had with the champagne.

Jesus was this week going to be something. Sorcha was looking forward to it.

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa

_{𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒}

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Name

Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa

Sorie

Age

30

Gender

cis Female

Sexuality

Polyamorous Bisexual

Occupation

Director / Actress

_{𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐄}

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Appearance

Sorcha carries herself with the grace of a sleep-deprived college student high on weed for the tenth time this week. Standing at 5'10", Sorcha has sun-kissed skin and dark hair. Her hair is cut up to her shoulders, and she often styles it as if she had just gotten out of bed. She weighs around 175lbs, with a little chub around her stomach and thighs, and her arms have some big muscles that Sorcha loves to show off to the ladies.

Sorcha's fashion could fall between a butch lesbian that loves books trying to dress up and a high fashion model going to the store at 3 am in the morning. There is no in-between. She loves to dress in plaid suits with muted dark colors. While some of her clothes may be expensive, she loves to thrift shop around town quite often, adding some vintage statement items into her wardrobe.

Personality

Sorcha is a passionate and dedicated woman that will pour everything into the current project she is working on. While she wouldn't call herself a perfectionist, she would be described as one. She will work herself to the bone for her films to be perfect. It doesn't matter if Sorcha has to go sleepless nights editing the screenplay, the script, or the visuals. Her fear of failure and obsession with her projects is what drives Sorcha, almost to the point of exhaustion.

While Sorcha could be pretty intense in her work, she does try to make room for relaxation. Outside of her work, the woman likes to go on adventures to places she's never been to. She enjoys new experiences and the change that it brings to her life. Sorcha isn't afraid to delve into the unknown and instead embraces it, using her experiences around her to fuel her creativity. She likes to call herself an observant woman, always reading into people to try to figure them out. With that said, Sorcha isn't afraid to voice her opinion and cares very little about what people might think of her. She usually has a witty or sarcastic remark to give when people give her shit, which she takes none of.

Sorcha loves to talk with random people on the streets and restaurants, often just enjoy small talk or those deep conversations that make you question the meaning of life- but never anything about herself. Really, Sorcha is chill with pretty much everyone she meets. Although she could be a bit of a flirt, especially when a beautiful person is in front of her. She's not afraid to shoot her shot, fuck it. If Sorcha wants someone, she will try.

_{𝐈 𝐍 𝐌 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓}

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Biography

Born in Mexico City to a Mayra Mesa-O'Sullivan and Declan O'Sullivan, Sorcha grew up along with his two older sisters. Her mother was a famous singer in Mexico, and her father was an Oscar-winning actor. Talent flowed in their veins, so it came as no surprise when her older sisters began to express their interests in acting or singing. Both of her sisters had started early; as soon as they could sit up, their parents had started to influence them with music, classical films, and many music lessons. Just like them, Sorcha was different.

In school, Sorcha was that loud kid that ran around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little troublemaker since day one all the way to Juilliard. She'd often had witty remarks or sarcastic comments that didn't fly well with the teachers or professors. Sorcha was a smart and responsible student; she got all of her assignments done, showed up to time for every casting and rehearsal- but holy shit, could she be a little shit. She would always pull pranks on her teachers, skip class to watch movies with the potheads, and spend a serious amount of hours playing videogames.

Her love for film came from horror films first; during her first year at Juilliard, Sorcha wrote her first successful screenplay for her writing class. Very quickly, she became a fan of classic horror films that just kept growing and growing.

Her first real film was named Deep into the Abyss, a horror film filled with soft monochromic colors and dark themes. That got her name out there; soon, there were more films, one after the other, all revolved around darker themes in life surrounded by so many beautiful scenery and dreamlike colors. That had become Sorcha's signature, something that she didn't mind much. That was until she began to lose interest in her own films. Everything just seemed... the same.

So, in typical Sorcha action, he decided to drop everything for a week and ask her assistant to book her a random cruise. The woman didn't expect a "matchmaking" cruise, but Sorcha agreed to it. You might as well! She'd spent the last five years sleeping around with no serious relationship in mind, so this wasn't hurting anyone. Maybe it was time to settle and give her mind a little break.

_{𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒}

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Other

FC:Mishel Prada // 6E6277

• Her movie, Twin Flames, was nominated for best picture.
• She has two cats, Pompom and Ser Wilhelm.
• She smokes pot, like a lot of pot. Eats it too.
• Big k-pop fan.
• Wants to make a fantasy movie next, not sure where to start.
• Has a slight Irish accent.
• Sorcha knows how to speak English, Spanish, French, and some Gaelic.
• Used to be married to an actor named Davis Woodlock, but divorced after a year of being married.

Winter Tales

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Sorcha had gone a day without stop. She had been driving through the snowy roads of the Switzerland countryside. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and her stomach twisted with hunger. The snacks she had picked up at the last gas station had only lasted her for a few hours and had done a very poor job in keeping her full.

Sorcha was close; she could feel it in her chest. If she powered through another sleepless night, she would be able to finally catch up to the bastard that stole her skin. The thought of him made Sorcha grip the steering wheel of her car and glare at the road ahead. How could she have been so stupid? Trust someone enough to tell them her most tressured secret only of it to stab her in the back. Sorcha should have listened to her family, trusted them and not that man.

Cold.

She felt cold and tired. Sorcha craved a hot chocolate, like the one the old witch made for her during harsh winters. Maybe Sorcha could stop by the nearest town. Just for a few hours to rest up and eat a decent meal for once. She glanced to the side where her phone was perched up and began to search for a town or a rest stop, or anything.

Nothing. Sorcha found nothing within a reasonable distance from her. She wasn't going to risk it and go back to the town she had just left. She would have to power through the hunger and sleepiness for tonight as well.

With a loud yawn, Sorcha continued to drive towards the direction of the hex. She drove past snow-covered trees, one after the other. They seemed to lull her, making her forget the reason why she was even driving. Forget that man and her missing skin. It was almost relaxing to the point of sleep. Her eyes had become heavy, so heavy that Sorcha closed for a second or for what felt a second before she realized she was still driving.

With a jerk, Sorcha opened her eyes to the sound of metal hitting wood. It doesn't a bad crash, but her car was definitively in a ditch at the side of the road. Great. Just great. With some force, Sorcha pushed her door opened and climbed out of the car to examine the damage. In no way was she going to be able to back up from this place.

"Just what I needed. Good job on falling asleep, idiot." Sorcha groaned as she got her phone from the car to dial 112. Nothing. No ring, no signal, nothing. Another great was heard from Sorcha as she climbed up the dirt and snow towards the road. She stood there for a minute, just staring down the road where she was supposed to be heading. Great. Fucking great. He was getting away, and she was stuck here.

The hunger and the exhaustion mixed with frustration was only making her head pound with a massive headache. Sorcha was never great at expressing her frustration outwards. Most of her emotions overwhelmed her until she cried, and right now was one of those moments.

After a few seconds, she wiped her cheeks cleaned and turned back to her car but a warm light caught the corner of her eyes. Lights! Sorcha turned towards the source of the light and squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. Those were definitely lights!

Sorcha ran to her car, grabbed her backpack and phone charger before she hurried past the tree line towards the lights.

It was a house decorated in Christmas lights followed by another house, then another. She continued to walk until she was standing in the middle of what seemed to be the center of this town.

"What the fuuu..." Sorcha had been sure she hadn't seen any towns nearby the last time she had checked the map. It didn't matter though, the feeling in her chest, the little tug returned to her for just a second.

He was here.

What Are You Listening To?

_{look, i'm alone in my hotel room and i can't sleep.}

Word association Game!

destiny

Manor for the Non-human (Title WIP)

Interested!

Winter Tales

@Dr Lovecraft Sorcha would already be there, but she doesn't live in Lemmas- just passing through. I should have specified, sorry!