SpicyMeatball

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Well, I'm back for good.

I'll need a day or two to get settled back in and catch up on what I missed, but I'll see about getting this rolling soon.

@Makani

Good to hear! I'm excited to get this started.

@MissCapnCrunch Loving the character btw, giving me a few vibes from our last RP together. :P

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Sorry about that. Currently without internet and just had a chance to check in. Hopefully I'll be back soon if you all plan to stick around for the long haul.

@Makani

No worries, just one too many experiences with GMs that vanish.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Are you still looking for applicants? Would love to join if you'll have me.

@MissCapnCrunch

I'm gonna say yes, mainly cause we only have two full submissions and the GM has been gone for five days now. That and I'd enjoy RPing with you once again.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Just a heads up. Sheet is in progress, taking it a step at a time on this go around. I normally have a habit of grinding out a character overnight and shipping it out as soon as I've finished them. Not something I'm willing to do this go around. I'm really trying to exercise some writing muscles, and push out a character that we'll all be satisfied with.

@Prizrak

As said above, I can't wait to see it! And I totally get the whole pumping out a character overnight. It doesn't always feel the same as something that you put more time and effort into.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

@Salty Spitoon Didn't realize how much I liked the name Malori. I love the CS, lots of detail.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

For your consideration @Makani
EDIT1: Updated with a reference image.
EDIT2: Added a two-way radio to her gear. Likely the last edit.

Jessica Robins, aka "Jess"

Jess

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Name: Jessica Robins, though known only as Jess by most.

Gender: Female

Age: Thirty two years old

Birthplace: Toronto, Canada

Former Life: Jess was a ER nurse at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago prior to the outbreak. She got her U.S. citizenship beforehand and moved down to Chicago for the significant pay increase over the hospitals in Canada.

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Appearance: Jessica has a rather average build with a slight athletic tone to it, retaining slight curves in the right areas. The young woman stands 5’7” and weighs about 150lbs, remaining on the lighter side of an average woman’s weight. Jessica keeps her long, brown hair neat, tidy and tucked away the vast majority of the time, usually in either a loose ponytail or a tight bun (the former for casual, day to day wear, the latter for when she’s at work). Her soft brown eyes are warm and welcoming, giving off a certain feeling of comfort to those around her.

Given the current situation that has risen on this unfortunate planet, Jess has undergone quite a large change in what she wears. She still ends up wearing her scrubs whenever she's working as one of the settlements medical staff (old habits die hard), but otherwise the woman that once loved to dress to impress now chooses practicality over anything. Because of this, she is now normally seen wearing a pair of olive green, quick-drying cargo pants; a black, waterproof softshell jacket; equally waterproof hiking boots; an olive green, lightweight ballcap for when the sun comes out; and lastly a decently sized backpack for when she ventures outside of the settlement.

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Personality: Though she isn’t one (and doesn’t plan on it, at least not for a while), Jessica is much like a mother. Although this may have come from her career at the hospital and how she watches over her patients like a hawk, it also manages to describe her general outlook on society and its members. Any time she sees someone being taken advantage of, whether it be in the bar or out on the streets, she is quick to intervene. Over the few short years she’s spent working as an ER nurse in Chicago, she’s been selfless to a fault and prioritizes her patient’s well being over anything, sometimes even family. In her mind, the moment she walks in that door, she’s no longer Jessica Robins, she’s a nurse. Nothing else matters until her shift is over.

However, not everything is sunshine and lollipops in her world. Long shifts at the hospital and her many years of study have worn on her patience, and she can sometimes be extremely harsh; brutally honest almost to a fault. Jessica is also extremely stubborn and if you contest her about something, expect her to contradict it in any way she can. Jessica is also quite a spitfire and is easily aggravated when not working, often followed by either silent judgement or an everlasting grudge. Her current career at the hospital has also led to her frequently detaching herself mentally from a situation to avoid, and has made relationships rather….difficult for her.

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Biography: Like every other one of her siblings (four in total, not including herself), Jessica was born in the Toronto General Hospital. Brought into the world on the morning of a warm June day, she was the third of the five Robins children, placing her in the awkward role of the middle child. Adored at first, put aside later as her parents focused on her younger siblings Elliot and Olivia. In her mind however, there was no jealousy. There was only love and acceptance from her, the unbreakable bond of family. She watched over her younger two siblings up until she finished high school, often helping them with homework or comforting them on bad days.

Speaking of her education, Jessica was an excellent student. Having been grilled to do well by her parents, she tried her absolute hardest in school, driven by the promise of a career in the medical field later in her life. Straight A’s in the vast majority of her classes, but few friends around her through high school. Jess wasn’t the social butterfly that a lot of the other girls were. Never good in groups of more than a few people, never good at public speaking and never good at talking to guys. She was all book-smarts.

After graduating from highschool with a really good scholarship, Jessica immediately enrolled in the Nursing program at Ryerson University. It wasn’t medical school like her parents had hoped, but they were still happy that she had decided to stay within medicine. For four years, she worked as hard as she possibly could and saw little interaction with others apart from her part time job at the Café. And it all paid off. Graduating with honors, she was almost immediately offered a position at the Toronto General Hospital in the I.C.U.

Two years later, she migrated to the E.R. at Northwestern Memorial Hospital after getting her U.S. citizenship and enjoyed every moment of it. Something about saving people’s lives on a daily basis made up for all of the lonelier years of her childhood and teenager life. When the world went to hell, Jess grabbed anything she could from the hospital before getting out of town as fast as she could. She wandered down from the Illinois state across the line into Indiana, before making her way up north to Michigan and eventually finding the beginnings of Wolfwater.

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Gear:

• Trauma kit, scavenged from an unoccupied ambulance while she was escaping the city. Now contained within her backpack.
• Medication, scavenged from the hospital. Mainly narcotics, antibiotics and pain medication.
• Motorola T605 Two-Way Radio (~35 mile range, waterproof), self explanatory. Normally hooked to her belt or backpack strap.
• Flashlight
• Beretta 92FS 9mm Pistol, though she rarely ever uses it, mostly out of fear.
• Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, lighter than carrying plates in a vest but will still stop a good portion of small arms fire. Conveniently also stops most zombies as well as knives. "We're mostly fighting zombies anyway."

Skills:

• Calm and collected under pressure, a trait she gained from her many years in healthcare.
• Medically adept. She's no surgeon, but for the majority of wounds and illnesses, she's one of the best chances you've got. "Are you really gonna be picky when the rest of humanity has been fucked over? I'm not even charging you like the government used to."
• Pretty decent at riding a motorcycle. Jess had just learnt to ride before the zombies were a thing. During her time wandering across the country she found a dirt bike in decent condition and used it to speed up her travel exponentially. She still has the bike in Waterwolf, but doesn't use it often because it attracts a ton of walkers. That and gasoline is hard to come by.
• Athletic. While not the fastest or most agile, Jess has above average cardio and can keep going for hours upon end if necessary. She won't break any records, but she also won't break down.

Flaws:

• Weak. In a fist fight or a dead lift competition, Jess would place near the back of the pack. She's not very strong when it comes to lifting, carrying or striking things. Even after having to use various objects to kill some undead, she's just not strong. Her relatively small frame and short stature doesn't help either, limiting what she can carry with her on the settlements various expeditions.
• Addicted. As they say, "Idle hands are the Devil's handiwork". During those five long years, Jess injured herself a fair few times and became reliant on one of the very things she studied. Morphine. There's one small problem. Even after going through every hospital she found, she's beginning to run out. Five years is a long time for a limited supply.
• Stubborn. Once she's made her mind up, Jess is extremely hard to sway. Plain and simple.
• Occasionally reckless. Jess enjoys an adrenaline rush now and then, and if its been a while she can become quite reckless in how she gets said adrenaline rush.

Other:
Jess enjoys stargazing, now made much easier without the light pollution of the pre-zombie world.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Truth be told, an evening of snacks and movies with Santiago had been the most fun April had had with him in a while. The pair had met back at the Foster residence, where a parent-less home awaited them. After gathering every bit of junk food that April could dig out from the kitchen, the pair scurried up to her room like a couple of preschool kids and snuggled up in April’s bed. For the remainder of the night and into the early hours of the following day, the couple laid back and watched a few old classic horror movies, notably Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street.

While parties certainly could be fun, in April’s mind not one could hold a candle to nights like this.

As she woke up the next morning, it took her a few moments to realise that Santiago was no longer in bed with her. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen at all. With a slight shrug, the brunette crawled her way through the comforter and hopped off the bed, grabbing her fuzzy bathrobe to fight away the gentle shiver that ran down her back. She quickly paced into her bathroom and brushed her hair out of it’s borderline nightmare-ish case of bedhead, before the brunette proceeded downstairs. As her bare feet carried her down the carpeted staircase and onto the cool hardwood floor, she began to smell something lovely coming from the kitchen.

As April rounded the final corner into the kitchen, she couldn’t hold back a smile as she saw her dear Santiago cooking up some beautiful Belgian-style waffles. “Buenos días mi amor.” April paced up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and tucking her head into his back. “You even remembered the strawberries…my favourite.”

An hour later and with a breakfast eaten, the two had finally gotten ready for school. With a quick peck on the lips and a warm smile, the pair sped off in their respective white and red sports cars. There was no mistaking it, the two of them had so much in common.

Once she had arrived, April ran into the school and signed in, receiving a rather unsettling glare that just screamed “you’re late”. The brunette quickly scribbled her name down before taking off down the hallways once again. She’d completely missed her morning classes because of her spontaneous breakfast with Santiago. Completely worth it in her book, but it would likely cost her.

Collapsing into a seat at the trio’s normal table, she smiled to Chanel and Julie and tuned in to the conversation just as Julie mentioned doing something exciting. “What’d you have in mind, like a senior prank or something? I’d be down for some excitement!” April piped up, looking between the two of them. “If we do something like this, we have to do it like, all out. Something everyone will remember.”

“Ideas?”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I'm gonna go ahead and steal this post to say...

Happy Anniversary!

@ineffable @Ejected @Moro @Altered Tundra @Dirty Pretty Lies @spooner @QueenNugget @eclecticwitch @Severance @verzehren @HaleyTheRandom @NeoAJ @Hoekage @Inkarnate

_{Please don't kill me Angie...}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

“Oh well you know, I like to overdo it when I can.” Julie piped up after April approached the group.

April smiled with a nod, getting a small reply in before the redhead wandered off. “I would expect no less.”

As Julie left the group, April looked past both Aaliyah and Chanel to Santiago outside, before shaking her head. Fuck him she thought, her jaw clenched lightly. The brunette ran a subconscious hand over her stomach before she raised the cold can of soda to her lips and took a sip, letting the icy--and non-alcoholic of course--beverage trickle down her throat. There was a moment where the slightly pregnant girl contemplated how fucked up the baby would be if she had just one drink, but it was a moment that was quickly shot down by her own moral compass (despite it’s occasional inaccuracy, it usually pointed her in the right direction).

And then, completely unrelated to her previous thoughts, an idea began to form in her head. Santiago didn’t know April was here yet.

A grin spread across the brunettes face. She could totally use this to make some...field observations.

“If you two will excuse me for a moment, I just saw someone who I haven’t talked to in ages. I’ll be back!” And like the creature of the night she was dressed as, April took off and just about vanished into the crowded house, sneaking her way between and around the various party-goers. There was no mystery long, lost friend. There was just an excuse to get away from everyone so that she could observe.

And observe she would. The young woman stood around a corner, partially covered in shadow. There were few people around her, everyone else seemed to be grouped together on what apparently had been dubbed the dance floor. With another sip of her ginger ale, April looked over the crowd with the piercing orange-yellow eyes she now had, watching and waiting for her oh-so-faithful boyfriend, baby daddy, fuck-buddy to screw up. Just because she couldn’t drink didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself. It may have been petty and vindictive, but Santiago had been quite adamant about her not going to this party. There had to be more of a reason why apart from the pregnancy.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

God this was certainly a week from hell, and making a deal with el diablo certainly hadn’t helped her at all. In fact, it had likely made things worse. Ever since the big announcement to him on homecoming night, things between April and Santiago had been anything but smooth sailing. The day of the assembly--the day she had told her father the big news--April had asked him to come with her to the ultrasound appointment. What she expected to happen was for Santiago to finally get properly involved, perhaps to grow up a bit. What actually happened? Santiago did what he had done at homecoming. Radio silence for a few days. Absolutely no contact no matter how many times she called or texted him.

When he did finally meet up with her, Santiago had wanted to discuss a few changes to keep the child safe. It was a fair and good thought, right up until he actually voiced these changes. While skipping out on Kavi’s party wasn’t the end of the world, Santi had the audacity to ask her to discontinue her favourite hobby. To say that April responded poorly was a gross understatement. “Fuck no I’m not going to stop racing! I’m on a fucking track Santi, there’s very little that could actually go wrong! And what about you? Are you gonna stop taking whatever shit you put into your body? What fucking compromises are you gonna make? Because right now? Right now it feels like this is all on me and I’m so done with your shit. The walking away and going silent is driving me insane! What’s next, are you gonna ghost from the delivery room in 6 months?” Once Santi had burst that damn, there was no stopping his Lils from laying into him.

There was a reason her father called her Tiger Lily.

April replayed the events over and over in her head as she carefully applied the dark eyeliner around her eyes, everytime getting more and more frustrated with Santiago. Maybe it would never really work between them? Was she just kidding herself all this time because of her childish infatuation with the devil of Palm Beach, Florida? “God I hope not…” she muttered to herself. “Its a little late to turn back now April.”

With a quick twirl, she looked herself up and down in the tall mirror that stood before her, the short leather cape flapping behind her. The brunette had dyed her hair in the days before, and her hair was now closer to black than ever before. It was still evident enough that it had once been brown, but it no longer shone in the light like it once had. “And now for the final touch…” April said quietly, reaching down to the case on the table to her right that contained her colored contact lenses. Gone were the innocent brown eyes of April Foster, replaced by the bloodshot and yellow-orange eyes of a creature of the night.

At least with Halloween, she could hide herself behind a costume and no one else would be the wiser about her current...predicament. That is, assuming Santiago hadn’t told everyone by now.

April glanced at the time. Just enough time to make it to Kavi’s before it got too busy. Perfect. She quickly made her way downstairs and grabbed the keys to her signature Maserati before exiting the house into the garage. As she had done hundreds of times before, April slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. With the quick press of the gas pedal, the arctic-white sports car shot out of the driveway and towards Kavi’s house.

As she pulled up onto the side of the road in front of Kavi’s house and got out of the car, she looked up to see Santiago and what looked to be Lucas just entering the house. “Never fully agreed to not come. His loss.” she shrugged, locking the car before walking up to the house on her own. As Santiago yelled out within, April snuck in behind him and quickly paced off to the side out of his direct view. It was about time she enjoyed herself without worrying about what the almighty *El Diablo* had his dick stuck into.

April grabbed an icy cold can of ginger ale from a cooler before cracking it open with a satisfying snap. She wasn’t an idiot. Alcohol was off the table tonight. Just as she took a sip, she noticed the other two members of the Unholy Trinity--Julie and Chanel--and that one girl Aaliyah joining the party. With a devious smile, April wandered over to the group glanced across the trio before her. “Evening ladies, happy Halloween! Looking stunning as usual, including...Aaliyah was it?” she looked to the Undead Queen. “Sorry I couldn’t make it to your little get together but, wow! Your costumes look incredible!”