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The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

@Wick

About to write a post. Small question, what time is it right now? Day or night?

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

Hey, sorry for not making a post (if that's what's being waited on). Been having a rough period of time. I'll have one up tomorrow.

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

Walter

It was easy to go crazy these days, almost as easy as going hungry. Walter felt that it seemed like such a short time since his group perished at the hands of themselves, but in reality, months had already passed. Time really passed that quickly when you had to keep moving on. He was fortunate that he could continue without succumbing to exhaustion, but at the end of the day, he was only human. He couldn't find so much as a scrap of food for miles, and he was down to the last of his own supplies.

"I've had better days," Walter could admit to himself; pale from malnutrition, he found it funny that he could keep track of the time but never his health. In the grand scheme of things, he wasn't even sure about his next goal. He felt that he could not bring himself to be around others, after what went wrong between his former group. From the wooded area he came from, were several corpses of biters recently killed. A town or city of sorts was nearby, but it was not his point of interest.

His footing led to the outskirts of a military compound, an unfamiliar setting to the young man. Scratching his face, Walter eased his arms as the contents of his backpack shifted at his shoulderblades, looking to the pistol holstered at his belt. An unloaded gun was entirely useless, one would learn; meanwhile, his crowbar could double as both a weapon and tool. Scavenging was his niche, and it proved useful for prying containers and biter brains open.

From surveying the surroundings, Walter weighed on the possibility of the encampment being looted completely; maybe the looters were still there. Whatever the situation, it was always a risk when he searched for supplies, and if he didn't at least try at this point, he was a dead man.

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

OC: Lee Min-ho

Information

Height: 5'9

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Slim

Name: Walter Pierce

Age: Twenty-years old

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Weapon(s): Steel crowbar, hunting knife, Glock 17 handgun

Skills

• Dexterity: With the nature of his occupation, Walter is fast in the usage of his hands; over the coarse of the outbreak, this resulted in him developing a preference for close-quarters combat, boasting proficient use of melee weapons.
• Stamina: Walter is a runner; given his smaller stature and agile nature, he was commonly a member of countless scouting parties and supply runs for his former group, allowing him to remain physically able for long periods of time before requiring rest.
• Survivalist: A feat developed over the course of the outbreak, Walter possesses an adept knowledge in a variety of things like scavenging and hunting to suffice for himself.

Fears

• Afraid of heights.
• Detests acts of brutality.
• Afraid of being deceived / betrayed by others.

Personality: Thoughtful, curious, kind, loyal, and reliable. Headstrong in the face of pressure, his mental fortitude and the will to live has given Walter a stronger mind; though, this has slightly crumbled in light of recent events, and he can be sensitive to the cruelty of others.

Backstory: Walter Pierce was the first child of a Korean mother and Irish father; his mother was an immigrant to the United States, and years before his birth, met his father. He grew up normally in the neighborhood of South Philadelphia, and despite racial differences between him and his peers, the boy got along just fine.

Overall, like most of the children and teenagers growing up, Walter was oriented on making his family proud, doing well in school along with running track, being greatly successful in this aspect. Despite this, the young man was at a lost; he struggled to find something to do with his life after the high school days, and in a series of breakdowns and falling outs, he moved away from home.

On the west coast, Walter did find a semblance of purpose, set to attend college under an athletic scholarship while working at a local cafe in Los Angeles. When the outbreak started, he was quick to leave the major cities with several coworkers. Since then, they had survived on the land and occasional runs into the towns and cities. But over time, the group began to grow desperate with dwindling supplies, and conflicted with one another regularly.

After another unsuccessful supply run, Walter was caught between the paranoia of his group members when tensions reached a fever pitch. His group proceeded to turn on one another, all until he was forced to defend himself. Shaken, Walter took off from his former refuge, and has since then committed to surviving on his own.

Family: Walter has not communicated with his family since the start of the outbreak, but assumes them to be likely deceased.

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"We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it."
_Interested!

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

OC: Lee Min-ho

Information

Height: 5'9

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Slim

Name: Walter Pierce

Age: Twenty-years old

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Weapon(s): Steel crowbar, hunting knife, Glock 17 handgun

Skills

• Dexterity: With the nature of his occupation, Walter is fast in the usage of his hands; over the coarse of the outbreak, this resulted in him developing a preference for close-quarters combat, boasting proficient use of melee weapons.
• Stamina: Walter is a runner; given his smaller stature and agile nature, he was commonly a member of countless scouting parties and supply runs for his former group, allowing him to remain physically able for long periods of time before requiring rest.
• Survivalist: A feat developed over the course of the outbreak, Walter possesses an adept knowledge in a variety of things like scavenging and hunting to suffice for himself.

Fears

• Afraid of heights.
• Detests acts of brutality.
• Afraid of being deceived / betrayed by others.

Personality: Thoughtful, curious, kind, loyal, and reliable. Headstrong in the face of pressure, his mental fortitude and the will to live has given Walter a stronger mind; though, this has slightly crumbled in light of recent events, and he can be sensitive to the cruelty of others.

Backstory: Walter Pierce was the first child of a Korean mother and Irish father; his mother was an immigrant to the United States, and years before his birth, met his father. He grew up normally in the neighborhood of South Philadelphia, and despite racial differences between him and his peers, the boy got along just fine.

Overall, like most of the children and teenagers growing up, Walter was oriented on making his family proud, doing well in school along with running track, being greatly successful in this aspect. Despite this, the young man was at a lost; he struggled to find something to do with his life after the high school days, and in a series of breakdowns and falling outs, he moved away from home.

On the west coast, Walter did find a semblance of purpose, set to attend college under an athletic scholarship while working at a local cafe in Los Angeles. When the outbreak started, he was quick to leave the major cities with several coworkers. Since then, they had survived on the land and occasional runs into the towns and cities. But over time, the group began to grow desperate with dwindling supplies, and conflicted with one another regularly.

After another unsuccessful supply run, Walter was caught between the paranoia of his group members when tensions reached a fever pitch. His group proceeded to turn on one another, all until he was forced to defend himself. Shaken, Walter took off from his former refuge, and has since then committed to surviving on his own.

Family: Walter has not communicated with his family since the start of the outbreak, but assumes them to be likely deceased.

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

Alright, I'm feeling that burst of motivation, why not give it another shot.

Dunno if you remember me, but it's been a pretty long time since the first incarnation of this roleplay. I'm always down to crush some zombie skulls, tho

Just some questions since I'm too lazy I haven't read stuff yet, how long has it been (in character) since the start of the outbreak? I did see Day 370, so I'm assuming it's been just a little over a year, but just want to make sure.

Also, has anything grand scale / important (extreme example: crazy large group of crazy people takes over entirety of state and tries to control people, gets overthrown and wiped out / government decides to bomb a bunch of places at the start of the outbreak or something) happened since then?

Oh yeah, I'm also planning to bring back my old character, with a ton of revisions / edits to fit accordingly. If that's okay, of course. :D

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

Well, that worked.

"Ow!" Cleon was moreso lazy than ill-prepared for the woman's retaliation when she took one of the empty cups and slammed it against the top of his head. While he had a moment to whine to himself, it was far more surprising to see her take the former seat of the orc. His eye caught wind of his unlucky orc associate being dragged away, and everyone finally getting off his case.

Taking a breath, Cleon rotated to the front of his seat, cupping his hands together. "Look, I did not mean to insult your womanly pride that much," he found it strange that she, of all people, was still in his presence, even after his witty remark. He knew that he had a bit of an attitude problem, but the man had traveled for weeks on end, and simply put; he just wanted some alone time.

And then, Cleon unwillingly began to let the remorse kick in. Sighing, he pinched his thumbs together, his head sagging down for a moment before he turned to the woman. "I came into town after a week of roasting in the desert," he started, figuring that if the woman was a knight, she was educated enough to understand a bit of empathy. "Wasn't in the mood to get my skull driven down my throat today by that orc, unfortunately."

He dug into his pocket and flipped a few gold coins on to the table, to cover for his past drinks and the woman's tankard. "So, sorry for calling you a prostitute," Cleon shrugged. "Well, unless you consider it a compliment. Anyway, everyone's been bothering me today for some reason, what do you want?"

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

So how is everyone? Seems a bit quiet around here.

@Ambra

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

Fortunately for Cleon, it had not been the first time he'd smelled orc guts, and so while there was a worrisome amount of concern over some dead person, killing was something he had grown accustomed to years ago. He was the one still drinking, after all, and he had a night to celebrate before he would hit the road again.

@LostDestiny

Cleon wondered what would cause more discomfort; the eventual hangover, or the headache he was beginning to suffer from. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him. That, or he was simply that irresistible. Under normal circumstances, he thought that any rational individual would steer away from the person with the gun, but no, it made him the most popular loner in the saloon.

He only turned his face slightly as the inguz spoke to him, his expression blank. Cleon's brow furrowed in a look of contempt, only shown directly when he decided that now may have been the good time to reload. Maybe they'll finally figure out that I don't want to talk to them. Or, he'll look like the most racist person in the world.

While the inguz talked, Cleon pretended to nod in understanding towards his words, placing his flintlock pistol to the table and beginning the ritual of loading the weapon for another shot. He had learned to do so without having to watch the process itself, but he made sure to slow it down so that the inguz would notice.

He had just enough powder for the twenty or so shots still in his pouch, which was not too big of a problem. There were several smugglers in the town that he could bargain from, and Cleon would be set for the rest of the year.

@Ambra @VKAllen

And suddenly, everyone wanted to be best friends with Cleon. He had holstered his pistol just before several footsteps encroached upon his seat from behind, and the male found himself 'apprehended' by the authorities. His face became one in a mix of confusion and annoyance, heaving a loud sigh.

It was only when the second random person wanting to play hero made Cleon explode in hysterical laughter. Slapping his thigh, the male crossed his arms against his chest, his mouth open as he smiled widely. "By any chance, are you a knight?"

Though, before she could give a response, Cleon broke into a light chuckle once more, shaking his head as he reached back for his drink. He took a healthy swig from the cup, holding it out towards the woman in an offer.

"I know this is a lil' sudden," Cleon began, wondering if they knew Ecros was a lawless zone. "But do you take gold or drink? Personally, I prefer the second option, makes the relationship less of a trade and more unique."