Sarge said Penguin and Fly, both characters seem fine, so you may consider them 'accepted'.
Awesome! :)
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Name: Sylvia
Age: 34
Nationality: African British
Occupation (pre-outbreak): History teacher
Appearance: She hasn't got a single hair on her head, use to have dark brown hair; use to be long too, but she decided to shave it all off, since walkers were so easily able to get their rotten fingers tangled up in her hair. Has green coloured eyes; has a jagged scar above her right eye. Most of the time she's seen wearing a dark green hoodie along with some beige cargo shorts.
Personality: Sylvia always tries to see the best in a bad situation, sometimes she may be a little too optimistic in this new world, especially after how long she's been living in it. She tries her best to be friendly and polite to everyone she's friends with, but with first impressions she's a bit of a bitch and untrusting of strangers. It's nothing personal, but in a shitty world like this with shitty people, you can't really blame her. Might also give off vibes of being a little crazy when it comes to killing walkers, but she's cool.
History: Before this whole thing started she was a history teacher for a school in Britain, the only reason she's here in Atlanta now, so far away from home is due to a big history class trip to Washington D.C., the class arrived the day the outbreak started. There were thirty kids on the trip and she lost all of them. She was their sole protector for those days and she let them down, she watched all of them die. The guilt overwhelmed her for a long time after that. After all the students had died, Sylvia started to travel across states in hope of finding some sort of salvation. Still having high hopes that the government would clear up all this mess, with each day that passed, that hope faded away, slowly, but it faded away.
She preferred to travel alone, she did have some groups offering her a place, but she couldn't handle any more deaths on her conscious. Already having enough guilt on her shoulders, more than she could carry. The whole time she's been alone, surviving alone and she hasn't felt more independent in her life. Who needs to have a boring old job as a history teacher anyways? After more and more months of killing these walkers, she was starting to enjoy it. After time she didn't even care that they use to be people, there was a time she did, but not anymore. Maybe she was going crazy or she's just finally embracing the new world as it is. There's a new set of rules for this world and she didn't mind one bit.
Useful Skills: Not a very good shot, but quite handy when it comes to sharp melee weapons. More specifically, her sickle. She's got some good reflexes when she's using that weapon.
Inventory:
1 Sickle
1 Rucksack
2 Bottles of water
1 Flashlight
1 Candy Bar
4 Nails
Other: Has arachnophobia.
Age: 34
Nationality: African British
Occupation (pre-outbreak): History teacher
Appearance: She hasn't got a single hair on her head, use to have dark brown hair; use to be long too, but she decided to shave it all off, since walkers were so easily able to get their rotten fingers tangled up in her hair. Has green coloured eyes; has a jagged scar above her right eye. Most of the time she's seen wearing a dark green hoodie along with some beige cargo shorts.
Personality: Sylvia always tries to see the best in a bad situation, sometimes she may be a little too optimistic in this new world, especially after how long she's been living in it. She tries her best to be friendly and polite to everyone she's friends with, but with first impressions she's a bit of a bitch and untrusting of strangers. It's nothing personal, but in a shitty world like this with shitty people, you can't really blame her. Might also give off vibes of being a little crazy when it comes to killing walkers, but she's cool.
History: Before this whole thing started she was a history teacher for a school in Britain, the only reason she's here in Atlanta now, so far away from home is due to a big history class trip to Washington D.C., the class arrived the day the outbreak started. There were thirty kids on the trip and she lost all of them. She was their sole protector for those days and she let them down, she watched all of them die. The guilt overwhelmed her for a long time after that. After all the students had died, Sylvia started to travel across states in hope of finding some sort of salvation. Still having high hopes that the government would clear up all this mess, with each day that passed, that hope faded away, slowly, but it faded away.
She preferred to travel alone, she did have some groups offering her a place, but she couldn't handle any more deaths on her conscious. Already having enough guilt on her shoulders, more than she could carry. The whole time she's been alone, surviving alone and she hasn't felt more independent in her life. Who needs to have a boring old job as a history teacher anyways? After more and more months of killing these walkers, she was starting to enjoy it. After time she didn't even care that they use to be people, there was a time she did, but not anymore. Maybe she was going crazy or she's just finally embracing the new world as it is. There's a new set of rules for this world and she didn't mind one bit.
Useful Skills: Not a very good shot, but quite handy when it comes to sharp melee weapons. More specifically, her sickle. She's got some good reflexes when she's using that weapon.
Inventory:
1 Sickle
1 Rucksack
2 Bottles of water
1 Flashlight
1 Candy Bar
4 Nails
Other: Has arachnophobia.
Peggy covered her mouth as she yawned, gotta remember to do that, even after all that's happened. She was lying on the hard cold floor of a storage room, it was mostly empty apart from a few empty boxes. That was the best sleep she's had since this whole thing started.
"I should sleep on the floor more often." she said, not afraid to talk to herself. It was nice to know that'd she would always be listening to herself. In a strange way she didn't feel alone. She frowned a little "That wouldn't make sense to anyone else." she thought. She got up off the floor, stretching her arms and legs. Now she had enough energy to look through this place thoroughly. She grabbed her rucksack and took a look inside, digging through to check if all her stuff was still there. A big smile formed across her face as she took out a picture, still in its frame "I'm glad I still have you." she said to the inanimate object. She sighed and slipped it back into her rucksack, throwing it on her back.
"Crap, where am I again?" she said as she scratched her head. Then she remembered "Oh yes...yes! I'm at Wal-Mart, a super Wal-Mart." she giggled a little "Susie always wanted to go to super one, she'd say 'Grandma grandma, can we go to a super one? I've already been to a normal one, look how big the super one is! It's super big!', yeah that's what she'd say. Every time." she said with a smile. OK maybe now she felt a little crazy saying all this stuff to herself. She was making her way to the storage room's exit when she heard some shuffling outside.
"I should sleep on the floor more often." she said, not afraid to talk to herself. It was nice to know that'd she would always be listening to herself. In a strange way she didn't feel alone. She frowned a little "That wouldn't make sense to anyone else." she thought. She got up off the floor, stretching her arms and legs. Now she had enough energy to look through this place thoroughly. She grabbed her rucksack and took a look inside, digging through to check if all her stuff was still there. A big smile formed across her face as she took out a picture, still in its frame "I'm glad I still have you." she said to the inanimate object. She sighed and slipped it back into her rucksack, throwing it on her back.
"Crap, where am I again?" she said as she scratched her head. Then she remembered "Oh yes...yes! I'm at Wal-Mart, a super Wal-Mart." she giggled a little "Susie always wanted to go to super one, she'd say 'Grandma grandma, can we go to a super one? I've already been to a normal one, look how big the super one is! It's super big!', yeah that's what she'd say. Every time." she said with a smile. OK maybe now she felt a little crazy saying all this stuff to herself. She was making her way to the storage room's exit when she heard some shuffling outside.
Thank you! :3 Yeah I thought it'd be a bit refreshing to have an old character. :)
I'd be down for some Halo RP, I think I like the idea above me with the Red vs Blue, Freelancers etc. :3
Name: Peggy Trott
Age: 62
Appearance: She wears a pink tank top along with some beige cargo shorts. Also wearing black rounded glasses with one of the lenses cracked slightly. Her hair is short, grey and frizzly and has dark brown eyes. She's quite a short chubby lady, but she has quite a bit of energy in her.
Pre-outbreak Occupation: Nurse
Special skills: Has some knowledge in first-aid, but not that extensive. She did a bit of gardening in her spare time, so she has some gardening skills in mind.
Personality: Peggy's a very sweet old lady, sometimes she is a little strict. She can be like a mother figure to some people that aren't even her own blood. She cares for other people's well being more than her own and would sacrifice herself for anyone she holds dear to her heart.
Owned items:
1 Rucksack
1 Bottle of water
2 Candy bars
1 Screwdriver
1 Flashlight
A photo of her, her husband and their granddaughter
Vehicle: None
Bio: Before the outbreak of the disease, Peggy was a nurse who worked mostly every day. She'd come home from work early in the morning every time and go straight to bed. Ever since she started work as a nurse, her relationship with her husband became strained. This relationship became even more strained as they had to take full custody of their granddaughter, Susie, after her daughter had gone to jail for armed robbery. The father had already been long gone after Susie was born. Once the disease hit, her husband quickly became sick and slipped into a coma. Susie succumbed to the disease too.
Peggy felt ill too, but she was somehow able to fight through it. She didn't know why she had to be cursed with watching her loved ones die. After that she mostly stayed in the house, never went back to work and watched the rest of the world get infected with the disease. She wondered if anyone else in the city or even the world survived like her. She hasn't seen anyone for awhile. The food in the house is running out already and her stomach is becoming empty. Now she's traveling around trying to survive.
Age: 62
Appearance: She wears a pink tank top along with some beige cargo shorts. Also wearing black rounded glasses with one of the lenses cracked slightly. Her hair is short, grey and frizzly and has dark brown eyes. She's quite a short chubby lady, but she has quite a bit of energy in her.
Pre-outbreak Occupation: Nurse
Special skills: Has some knowledge in first-aid, but not that extensive. She did a bit of gardening in her spare time, so she has some gardening skills in mind.
Personality: Peggy's a very sweet old lady, sometimes she is a little strict. She can be like a mother figure to some people that aren't even her own blood. She cares for other people's well being more than her own and would sacrifice herself for anyone she holds dear to her heart.
Owned items:
1 Rucksack
1 Bottle of water
2 Candy bars
1 Screwdriver
1 Flashlight
A photo of her, her husband and their granddaughter
Vehicle: None
Bio: Before the outbreak of the disease, Peggy was a nurse who worked mostly every day. She'd come home from work early in the morning every time and go straight to bed. Ever since she started work as a nurse, her relationship with her husband became strained. This relationship became even more strained as they had to take full custody of their granddaughter, Susie, after her daughter had gone to jail for armed robbery. The father had already been long gone after Susie was born. Once the disease hit, her husband quickly became sick and slipped into a coma. Susie succumbed to the disease too.
Peggy felt ill too, but she was somehow able to fight through it. She didn't know why she had to be cursed with watching her loved ones die. After that she mostly stayed in the house, never went back to work and watched the rest of the world get infected with the disease. She wondered if anyone else in the city or even the world survived like her. She hasn't seen anyone for awhile. The food in the house is running out already and her stomach is becoming empty. Now she's traveling around trying to survive.
I've always wanted to do a Half Life RP, so I'd be more than happy to do that if you'd like! :3
*dances*
ONE OF YOU
ONE OF YOU
ONE OF YOU
ONE OF YOU
Gumbo waddled through the door just in time to see the bar transform in a night club. He wondered how he got from his icey home to here, it seemed really weird, there were all sorts of creatures around. The two androids caught his attention the most, both were spectacular. He stared in awe for a few seconds.
"Wowie..." he said with surprise. He suddenly covered his beak with his flippers, he'd never been able to talk before now. This place was a dream come true for him, it always use to be communicating weird noises. A whole new world has been opened now for him now. He started waddling towards the bar, but tripped over his own feet flat onto his belly, his beak hitting the hard floor. Now on the floor was a penguin frantically flapping his flippers around, he couldn't lift himself up.
"Wowie..." he said with surprise. He suddenly covered his beak with his flippers, he'd never been able to talk before now. This place was a dream come true for him, it always use to be communicating weird noises. A whole new world has been opened now for him now. He started waddling towards the bar, but tripped over his own feet flat onto his belly, his beak hitting the hard floor. Now on the floor was a penguin frantically flapping his flippers around, he couldn't lift himself up.
Name: Gumbo
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Species: Penguin
Extra Information: Gumbo's a real joker at times, even in the a serious situation he tries to fit in a joke. He does have a sweet side as well though. Most of the time he's just seen falling over or flapping around trying to fly. The only real special thing about this penguin is that he can talk.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Species: Penguin
Extra Information: Gumbo's a real joker at times, even in the a serious situation he tries to fit in a joke. He does have a sweet side as well though. Most of the time he's just seen falling over or flapping around trying to fly. The only real special thing about this penguin is that he can talk.
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