Strawberry425

The Walking Dead : What's Left

David

”Clear,” David’s head moved to the side as he examined the inside of the car. Relief flowed through him. Whoever had abandoned this junky piece of machinery had clearly not suffered any misfortunes. At least, not while they were inside. Free from blood, and smelling like fresh pinecones, the dingy little vehicle would do its job well.

Luanne had settled in the back seat quickly, and confusedly stuttered out some nonsense directions before deferring to her sister.

"It's down Red Wolf Boulevard ... I think. The way the car went. It's pretty much straight ahead." David couldn’t help but feel the twins underestimated them in some way. For example, Dot spoke slowly, and while it could have just been that she was trying not to confuse them out of the goodness of her heart, a sensation prickled in the back of David’s mind telling him it was more than that. And Luanne’s body language seemed to scream condescension. But, then and again, David and fam were foreigners to Arkansas. It was better Dot clarified the directions, rather than allowing them to loose themselves.

"Shotgun, by the way." She called, and David watched as Selina’s mouth twisted sourly. He nearly relinquished the driver’s seat to her; Selina was a fantastic driver. But David was just as fantastic, and his sister-in-law could do with sitting in silence for once. In the back seat. Besides, surely she would be glad to cuddle up with Kate and spend some peaceful, slightly intimate moments, on what David assumed would be a very empty road.

"In case ya need anything pointed out to ya." Dot was saying. David nodded, prying open the rusty sedan’s door. Were cars supposed to rust? Not the cars of the modern era, that was for sure. This old fossil had probably been time traveled here, David decided. And he didn’t really mind that it didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense anymore, anyway.

Selina

“You go in the middle.”

Selina pushed Kate forward, guiding her freckled lover to the middle seat of the shitty Sedan David had found them. Hesitantly, Kate moved in, squishing herself against Luanne.

It would be a tight squeeze; two adults, a preteen, and a young boy needed to fit back there, plus any equipment they held.

Selina slid after her, motioning for the boy to follow. Kate would be most protected in the middle, Selina had decided once they were glued together in the back. She threw her arm over Kate’s shoulders, just so that her fingers jabbed near Luanne’s face.

Ever so slightly, she purposefully flicked the girl’s hair, just barely brushing the dirty blonde locks, teasing the belle dress girl. She was too wound up, easily set off, with a peppery mouth prone to cussing. And, Selina decided, she herself was similar. It would be a positive change if the tone of the group changed from deadly serious, to playful but weary. Even if that meant she got cussed at a little.

"It's nice ta see two sisters gettin' on so well in times like these. Who's the dad, if it ain't too rude ta ask? What happened ta him?"

Selina blinked, and just out of her peripheral vision, she could see Kate’s lips purse with withheld laughter.

“Didn’t you hear when I was cursing your sister out back there?” She jabbed her thumb back in the direction of the walker filled pharmacy.

“Besides,” here she held up Kate hand against her own, assuming Dot would look back from her seat in front, “Do you really think we look like sisters? Look how pale Freckles is compared to me.”

“Sweety,” Kate said, sounding warmer and less amused, “Me and Selina are married. She’s my wife. And this baby, it’s hers. Biologically, by blood. This little girl is going to be born 100% the child of both her parents.”

Selina watched with affection as Kate gently caressed her own stomach, looking lost in thought.

“But what about you girls. You two seem really close. That’s pretty nice.” David began attempting small talk as he turned the keys in the ignition. The dinosaur of a car roared to life noisily. Looking back, Selina felt her heart thudding loud in her chest as several walker were aroused awake by the loud drawl of the engine.

“You better drive fast, Davie.” Kate, who had turned to look back alongside Selina, warned. She was eying the walkers with tense apprehension. Selina could feel Kate pushing herself closer to Selina’s body, burying her shoulder her partner’s breasts. She was scared. And so was Selina.

David nodded, but kept up with the small talk, trying hard to lighten the mood in the vehicle, “So, who’s the older one?”

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

McHaggis said
Just gonna throw this up. Haven't done the writing example yet but I'll get to it later, so for now it's a WIP I guess:

That's fine McHaggis.

Also, posted my characters. I might have some kinks to iron out with them. And I'll get around to posting a writing sample at the bottom of their post when I finish with the other rp post.

I promise I'll get around to reading everyone who posts their CS later. I have my responsibility to the other rp :) So I'm off to write up a post.

The Walking Dead [High Casual]

Presuming everyone with interest joins we have exactly one more spot open, so you're free to join.

The Walking Dead [High Casual]

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead IC/OC thread!

Anima said
Oh gosh I'm excited! By the way Strawberry, I'm toying with the possibility of creating a medical student who absolutely abhors guns. Hates them. Thoughts?Edit: @Maestro, I recognize your avatar from somewhere ... Vocaloid maybe? Care to jog my memory?

Good, good. This is what I like to see. I want characters that will add an interesting mix to things. Will question the morality of the characters' decisions, and bring conflict not just on a physical level but an emotionally and mentally tolling level. Even just simple preferences that can mess with the dynamic of the group, something they'll have to work to overcome. I'm telling all of you, don't be afraid to give your characters some stand out personality traits. I certainly get tired of soldiers and cops, but personality quirks can add an element of interest to roleplays. So long as you're not outrageous about them :)

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

MY CHARACTERS

Kate Goodall

Kate is pale, with blue eyes, long red hair, and freckles. She’s got a slim fit frame, made for running, but not very well muscled. She often has her hair tied up, constantly tying and retying to eliminate any loose strands of hair. Note, though the picture does not have freckles she does in fact have freckles. She is 5'6"

NAME: Kate Goodall

AGE: 28

PERSONALITY: Kate is, in general, very sweet tempered and gentle. She's not quick to anger, and like Selina, has a great sense of humor. She presents herself as sweet, but doesn't trust easily, remnants of the childhood trauma she received from high school bullying. When Kate does create friendships with others, she tends to form strong bonds, and is a great supportive character. She's got a touch of motherly intuition from years of having to take care of her younger siblings. While normally not argumentative, Kate will, in her present state, defer from arguments even more than usual. This is more for the health of the baby she is pregnant with, as well as maintaining her own emotional and mental health while pregnant. Kate's relationships often begin neutral, and she prefers not to take sides from the get go. It's worth noting that she's a stark contrast to Selina in this department. Kate's an independent thinker, and often comes up with her own little proverbial analogies to describe the situations and she and Selina find themselves in.

OCCUPATION: Editor

ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

EQUIPMENT: Backpack, full bottle of water, a wallet with pictures of her family and Selina, a copy of Dracula, one day worth of food, and a blanket.

WEAPONS: A baseball bat. Handgun with three bullets left.

FAMILY:

• Mother - Unknown


• Father - Unknown


• Three other siblings. - All status unknown.


• Selina Gupta - Alive. Wife.


• Unborn Daughter - Still a fetus.


• Pet Dog - Alive

PAST:

• Kate was born and raised in New York in a middle class family, the first of four children.


• Her background is relatively average.


• As the oldest, she inevitably became the most responsible among her siblings.


• She dealt with bouts of bullying during high school, after being caught kissing a girl on school grounds. The bullying she was subjected to during these crucial formative years inevitably had an impact on her development during high school. As a result, Kate became sensitive to her sexuality, and temporarily, dated a boy in an attempt to "change her mind." She never liked him, and the relationship failed massively when he tried to engage in sex with her and another girl he had been dating simultaneously, hoping for some girl on girl action. She, obviously, refused. Her parents, and family in general, as well as close friends, were extremely supportive of her when she came out as a lesbian. This helped her on the road to healing her negative feelings about her sexuality, and by college, she had happily accepted who she was.


• She met Selina, her future wife, in the middle of her second year at college.


• She's an English Major, that worked as an editorial assistant, before graduating with the qualifications to become an editor.


• Selina and Kate got married a year prior to the events taking place.


• They are a part of a hundred lucky lesbian couples who have been able to receive a procedure that has combined the gamete of one women with the cells of another to produce a biological child.


• Kate is pregnant with said daughter.


• In Atlanta on vacation when apocalypse began.

OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION:

• Lesbian


• Pregnant with her and Selina's biological child.


• Only two months pregnant.


• Doesn't believe in organized religion, somewhat believes in god.


• Has a pet dog, a chocolate lab. He was with the girls in Atlanta when the walkers started appearing.

Selina Gupta

APPEARANCE:
Selina's skin is a medium shade of brown, and she has black hair. She's got a very exotic face. Her most outstanding feature is her stunning, almost out of place gray eyes. Her hair is styled in lady mohawk. If her hair is allowed to grow out it becomes more wavy. The mohawk itself is slightly wavy. She is 5'8"
Mohawk reference Picture
NOTE: Selina looks not much like the woman in the picture aside from her hair. This just a reference for the curl density of the mohawk. Remember Selina is half indian with olive skin, black hair, and gray eyes. Not completely Caucasian with blonde hair, and white skin. However if you want to imagine the woman in the picture with olive skin, black hair, and gray eyes then by all means go ahead :)


NAME: Selina Gupta

AGE: 27

PERSONALITY: Like Kate, Selina is a humorous character, with a touch of sweet. Due to her appearance, Selina if often mistaken for tough and punk. But upon closer inspection, it's easy to see Selina's soft face and slim body don't fit the punk, tough, lifestyle. Selina can be temperamental, especially when it comes to her small family of herself, Kate, and their unborn baby. Both Kate and Selina are steady peacemakers, and Selina is readily diplomatic in most situations. She will break the rules however, if it concerns Kate's safety. Selina is easy to befriend, but follows Kate's lead when it comes to trusting others. This is not because Selina is not a trusting person; rather, she prefers to follow Kate's judgement, believing Kate, who is more sensitive to personality, to be a better judge of character than herself. If left to her own devices, the problem arises among Selina's friendships. She might find herself between a rock and hard place, especially when befriended by two feuding sides or people.

OCCUPATION: Comic Book Artist/Freelancer, Art History Professor

ETHNICITY: Biracial-American, Indian (Indo-Caribbean; Selina is the product of a biracial Indo-caribbean/Causcasian man marry a Causcasian woman)-Caucasian Mix

EQUIPMENT: Backpack, bottle of water, a day's worth food, a flashlight with one change of batteries, wallet with pictures of Kate and Selina's family.

WEAPONS: A pocket knife as well as a baseball bat of her own.

FAMILY

• Mother - Unknown


• Father - Unknown


• Sister - Unknown


• Kate Goodall - Alive. Wife.


• Unborn Daughter - Still a fetus.


• Pet Dog - Alive.

PAST

• Like Kate, Selina was born and raised in New York.


• Comes from a family of four. Her parents are a biracial couple; her father is Indian, her mother, Caucasian.


• Selina lived a somewhat privileged life; her father was a doctor, her mother, an English professor at an esteemed enough University. There was never a lack of money in their family. However, with good guidance both Selina and her sister remained far from spoiled.


• Selina met Kate in college.


• Selina did not come out as bisexual until college. Her mother was extremely supportive of her sexuality. Her father started out apprehensive with the idea and refused to speak to Selina for a good month after she revealed her sexuality to them. Her gradually came to accept that Selina was her own person, who was able to make her own choices, especially if they pertained to her life the way this choice did. Selina likes to think Kate warm and loving personality helped her father warm up to the idea of same-sex couples.


• Selina became immersed in art and comics from an early age. In her older years, she began to similarly take an interest in the history and development of art throughout the times. She graduated with degrees in both Art, and Art History.


• Selina and Kate got married a year prior to the events taking place.


• They are a part of a hundred lucky lesbian couples who have been able to receive a procedure that has combined the gamete of one women with the cells of another to produce a biological child.


• Kate is pregnant with said daughter.


• In Atlanta on vacation when apocalypse began.

OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION

• Bisexual


• Her wife, Kate, is pregnant with their biological daughter.


• Like Kate, Selina doesn't believe in organized religion, but somewhat believes in god.


• Has a pet dog. He was with the girls in Atlanta when the walkers started appearing.

Hershey

Jack Robins

Jack is tall, about 6'3", with a head of dark brown hair, cut neatly as only a lawyer would have it. He's got dark green eyes, that, at times, can appear almost black. At present, Jack is wearing a pair of dress pants, a button up shirt, and a large navy blue bubble jacket.

NAME: Jack "Jackie" Robins

AGE: 38

PERSONALITY: Jackie's one of those lawyers that's passionate about what he fights for. This passion has resulted in him nearly quitting his job numerous times; he now even takes the morality and choices of the character Atticus Finch more seriously, having now numerously faced those same morally abusive situations. As a rule, though, he is a great and supportive father. Jackie's father, a lawyer himself, was also too busy to spend time with his son. Jack then relied heavily on his mother for support, and this has instilled in him a great sense of respect for women. It also molded him into a man who fights for the underdog; abortion, women's rights, racial rights, same-sex couple rights. You name the underdog, and Jack's got them. Jack's an intelligent man; you have to be intelligent to be a lawyer that fights and supports for what he fights and supports.

OCCUPATION: Lawyer

ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

EQUIPMENT: Leather briefcase/shoulder bag, containing pictures of his family, a handgun, a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, large smartphone.

WEAPONS: Handgun, crowbar.

FAMILY:

• Wife - Unknown


• Daughter; Louise "Scout" Robins - Alive


• Son; Jeremy "Jem" Robins - Alive

PAST

• Jack was born and raised in Atlanta.


• He had an extremely average childhood. He grew up as an only child. His father had also been a lawyer.


• Jack met his wife when they were both twenty-two. They married at twenty-five, and Jeremy was born a year later. Both of his children are named after the main characters of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, a favorite of his wife's.


• He and his wife divorced two years after Scout was born due to his wife's increasing alcohol problem. She moved to New York and he lost contact with her, though it is presumed that she, like himself, moved on with life. He gained custody of the children, due to his ex's obvious problem.

OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION

• His children are both named after novel characters and have the same age gap between themselves.

Louise "Scout Robins

APPEARANCE:
Scout is a tomboy through and through, following to heart the story of her fictional counterpart. Often dressed in her brother's hand-me-downs when at home, Scout is very "boyish" in stature. Her hair has been chopped short; originally, she had done it herself before her father had given in and taken her to get a haircut. She favors pants and tops over dresses and skirts. Scout's got brownish-blonde hair and the same dark green eyes as her father. She looks thin and wiry, though there's a roundness to her tummy and face that emphasizes her youth. Unlike her novel counterpart, Scout isn't very tall for her age, and doesn't tower over all the boys in her class, even though she would really like too. Presently, Scout is wearing a pair of pajama pants, a warm sweater, and a dark green bubble jacket.

NAME: Louise "Scout" Robins

AGE: 8

PERSONALITY: At best, Scout is an outstanding student with a penchant for reading, just like her fictional namesake. Scout is considerably more intelligent than her brother, though her brother is far from stupid. It's just the drastic difference in the children's moral and optimistic outlooks that make them so vastly different. Scout is young, positive, and morally sure. Her brother, however, has just only begun the moody years that will introduce him into his teens, and so his outlook is greatly different from his innocent, optimistic sister's.

OCCUPATION: Student; Fourth grade.

ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

EQUIPMENT: A pink, flowery, backpack, filled with Scout's favorite teddy bear, and a collection of pokemon cards passed down from her father to Scout.

WEAPONS: A child's aluminum baseball bat that Scout knows how to swing well.

FAMILY

• Mother - Unknown


• Father; Jack Robins - Alive


• Brother; Jeremy "Jem" Robins - Alive

PAST:
Not worth much to be written about.

OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION
Named after a main character of To Kill a Mockingbird.

Jeremy "Jem" Robins

APPEARANCE:
Jeremy has shaggy brown hair, dark, serious, brown eyes, and thick eyebrows. His face overall, however, is very pointy. Jeremy often dresses to impress, and has tried to imitate his father's businessman looks on several occasions. Right now his face is at that intermediate stage between puberty and prepubescence, the stage where kids' faces tend to look the ugliest. Not cute, but not very good looking either. Of course, girls his age probably all think otherwise, but it's worth noting they're at their ugly phase too. At the time of the apocalypse, Jeremy had been in gym class, and is presently wearing a pair of black sweatpants, and a loose grey t-shirt, along with a bubble jacket.

NAME: Jeremy "Jem" Robins

AGE: 12

PERSONALITY: Jeremy is only just beginning his entrance into puberty. At twelve, while he doesn't exactly having raging hormones, he sure likes to think he does. His voice hasn't even changed. Jeremy is very full of himself, believing twelve, like many of his classmates, to be the age of adulthood, the marking period before high school. Jeremy represents the naivety that many eight graders experience until they are thrown into the reality that is high school. Unluckily for Jeremy, it looks like he won't be attending high school any time soon. Which means he'll just have to learn all of life's lessons the hard way. In a way, though book smart, Jeremy is much stupider than his sister when it comes to reality. Scout sees everything with the innocence of a child, and in a way, sees things for what they really are. But Jeremy believes he's an adult now; he forces himself to see the dark and perverted things that aren't really there, truly believing that all adults see is the dark and perverted things in life, and pretends he knows what all the adults are talking about. He's even tried to insist to his sister that he nearly had sex (keep in mind Scout doesn't know what sex is) with his 8th grade crush, even though it was only kiss and a poor attempt at groping.

OCCUPATION: Student; 8th Grade

ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

EQUIPMENT: Backpack with a textbook a bottle of water, a few snacks.

WEAPONS: A hockey stick stolen from his school's sports equipment.

FAMILY

• Mother - Unknown


• Father; Jack Robins - Alive


• Sister; Louise "Scout" Robins - Alive

PAST:
Like Scout, Jeremy has very little significant events in his life. The most prominent thing that ever happened to him was the divorce of his parents. Jeremy still remembers his mother. Even as an alcoholic, she always tried so hard to make her children's lives tolerable. But Jeremy still remembers her drunken rages, and the one time Scout ended up with a black and blue eye. He tries to hide how much he misses her; from his father, his friends, even Scout. But when you have such a perceptive little sister, it's hard to cover everything up. Jeremy blames his father for what happened; wishes Jack had been a more supportive husband. But the kid knows his dad's got his own emotional problems. In Jeremy's eyes, Jack's all about helping others. Sure, he spends time with his kids, but Jeremy can't count on his fingers (or toes) how many times his father has dove into rants about the social problems of society. He hates it, and wishes his father would stop trying to be so profound about the rest of the world. Jeremy wants him to be a normal adult, like the one Jeremy himself believes he is.

OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION
He's named after a main character of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird.

WRITING SAMPLE

Scout’s rough fingers curled idly around the handlebars of her bicycle. She was eyeing up ole’ Scott McHarris, who lived across the street in the most god-awful piss yellow house she’d ever seen. He was out riding too, pretending not to notice that the training wheels on Scout’s bike were missing now. Scout and Scott had been real good friend up till a year ago; but eight years made a boy a man, and twelve years made him ancient, or so Jem declared anyway. And yet, little manly Scott was still riding with training wheels and still struggling with spelling and to Scout, he couldn’t have possibly been a man, not by any measure out there.

Her grip tightened on the flaming red and black handlebars of her dingy hand-me-down bike. She twisted them in this direction and that, but ultimately decided to get off and make the laborious trek back towards the garage, bicycle in tow.

She didn’t feel like riding, not when Scott was being such a jerk. He hadn’t even looked at her (not directly at least), and much less lifted a stubby, cheesy, Dorito dipped hand, to wave at her.

She would get him back at school; embarrass him in front of all the little man boys that tried so hard to wave their newfound superiority over all the girls. How often had Scout, in the past month, now heard a parent say, “oh, you know, boys will be boys,” as a poorly formulated excuse to cover the downright repulsive habits many of the little boys in her class had developed.

Her father would have never let that flow, not in the Robins household. Jackie Robins would have rather beat his son with a newspaper to Kingdom come before he ever even allowed Jeremy to slip up the way Scout had seen with the boys in her class.

Scout had decided, Jackie Robins was man cut from a fabric like no other. She had never seen her father condescend on anyone who didn’t deserve it, and she didn’t quite understand why this behavior of his was so significant, but she believed by the way people treated him that truly he made a difference.

Of course, there were times when he had lashed out at his children. Not like Scout’s mother; her father was too careful and loved his children too much to hurt them physically. But he had done it, verbally, like any responsible parent would do. Scolded them for breaking the laws of the house; screamed his head off when Jem and his friends had brought home porn magazines (whatever that was); waggled his finger and scowled when Scout had (accidently, she maintained) broken the neighbors window with a throw stronger than her know-it-all brother.

Her father wasn’t perfect. But he was a good man.

Rolling her bicycle into the garage, Scout made sure it was parked perfectly in its little rack and free from any unsightly debris. When she was sure she had surveyed it thoroughly, she pranced to the connecting door, pushing it open and finding herself in the kitchen.

Jack was there, reading To Kill a Mockingbird and sipping on hot coffee. She would never understand her mother’s obsession with that back (having barely known her mother, anyway) and would never understand her father’s newfound interest in it. All Scout knew was that she and Jem were named after the main characters and that her daddy was a lawyer just like theirs.

“Can I have some?” She jabbed a finger at the hot mug of caffeine; smoke still curled up from its surface, no doubt warming Jackie’s face with each sip he took.

“No.” He never let her taste coffee. Said it gave little children brown teeth and rotted their brains so they couldn’t sleep anymore. Said it was an adults’ only beverage, like beer or wine.

Scout hadn’t believed him, and besides, Jem had said her father lied about that.

One night the two had been home alone and in a burst of courage (or stupidity), Jem had decided to make himself a cup of coffee. As far as Scout had seen, his teeth were still white as snow, and his brain hadn’t rotted much, though he had stayed awake all night, and cried thinking the it’d worked and that his brain was melting.

But then again, Jem believed himself to be a full grown adult, and maybe he was right. Scout didn’t think he did very many adult thing; he still cried and she’d never seen an adult cry. He still whined, and she’d never seen an adult whine. And he couldn’t cook, and as far as Scout knew, that was an adults’ only job.

“Where’s your brother.”

“Outside.” Scout peeked out the back window, fervently hoping her brother had rethought his reclusive existence to come and join the rest of the family in the kitchen. He rarely spent time with them anymore, rarely played with Scout, and condescended on girls far too much for her to tolerate. But he was her brother, and she loved him, and still missed playing “stupid kiddie games” with him.

“Daddy, what’s he holdin’?” Scout watched with inquisitive fascination as her brother leveled a shiny black object. He held it with both hands, stretching his arms out as far as they would go, and tilting his head to the side.

It was a gun, she deduced as her brother tentatively pointed to an apple sitting in the circle of the tire swing their father had so generously spent time assembling. It must have been a toy gun, she decided. To her knowledge, Jackie didn’t believe in ammunitions.

But, before she knew it, there was Jackie Robins slapping Jem’s arms with as much force as possible. The gun plopped noiselessly into the browning grass of the backyard, and Jackie kicked it away with his foot. He was holding Jem tight on his arm, and if Scout wasn’t mistaken, the boy had tears pooling up in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Scout was streaking down the grass of the backyard, running with morbid interest tickling her brain. She didn’t care if she got yelled at; she wanted to know where he’d gotten the gun.

“What’d you think you were doing, Jem?” Scout could see the veins on the side of Jackie’s head bulging and pulsing blue; she didn’t think she’d even seen him that mad before.

“I f-found it, in the house, Jack.” There it was. Scout wasn’t sure if her brother’s stupidity knew any end. He taken to calling her father by his name in the recent months. Jackie didn’t like it, but he’d let it slip often. Now was not one of those time.

“You listen to me,” he spat, causing Jem to flinch then scrunch his face in the pre-cry way, “I don’t even want to see you touch that gun again. You hear me. And I’m not ‘Jack’, not to you boy. I’m your father, and you better start showing me some damn respect, or I swear to god Jem, I’ll send your ass straight to your mother.”

Scout watched as Jem wrenched his arm from their father’s grasp, teeth grinding, eyes wet with tears. For a moment, she feared he would lash back out at Jackie, provoke their father into something worse. She was afraid. Afraid that Jackie, who had never laid a violent hand on his children before this, would turn into a monster like their mother.

But Jem just turned tail and ran. Ran back to house, up the stairs, and into the seclusion of his room.

Scout and Jackie watched him go, and Jackie never made a move to stop him, and Scout decided she never wanted to talk to her brother again.

“Why’s he doin’ that, daddy,” she asked, approaching her father when she was sure it was safe to do so. Jackie Robins threw a loving arm around his daughter, kneeling to plant a sloppy kiss on her face, which she attempted to dodge. She wondered if he was reassuring her that he still loved her?

“Why’s he tryin’ to hurt our family. He’s been doin’ that since September started.”

“Jem’s just…having a hard time, baby. It’s hard, being a boy at his age, especially in our family.”

“But, why?” Scout couldn’t understand why her father had to go and start being cryptic. She didn’t like it when Jem played high and mighty, but truthfully, there were things she was too young to understand, and this was one of those things.

“We don’t have a mommy, sweety. We’re not like all the other families, I supposed. That’s what he really wants.”

If Scout remembered correctly, they hadn’t needed a mommy. Jackie would always be good enough; and besides what’d she been good for anyway? But she didn’t say anything. This was one of those things she wouldn’t understand, not for a while anyway.

Instead, she followed her father back inside, back into the warmth of their home and out of chilling cold that spelled the breaking bonds in their family.

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

At this moment the rp is FULL. I will not be accepting any new characters until the need for a second group arises, or if someone drops out.

THE WALKING DEAD: Survival

Note, I've had this idea laying around for a long while, and I'm just popping it in the IntChk to see if it'll get anywhere. There are a few TWD rps going on already, one of which I'm involved in, so I won't be surprised or too upset if this doesn't get enough attention. Still, I thought it was worth more in the Interest Check, rather than just laying around in my drafts all day.

This is a High Casual rp

BREAKING NEWS

It sounds from radios and flashes on television screens everywhere across the continent of North America. The news hasn't reached Mexico yet, much less the rest of South America. Countries oceans away live in darkness, unaware of what's heading for them, or maybe what's already there.

It's devastating, horrifying.

It's impossible.

The letters, the words, they pop out at the American audience screaming silently the downfall of the world's superpower.

BREAKING NEWS: New Super-Disease Sweeps across America Claiming the Lives of Thousands

A blonde woman with the teeth of a goddess appears on the screen. A reporter, in a stiff, starchy, grossly beige suit. Those dark brown eyes echo the fear of the world. She's speaking, but between your utter shock and her average looks its hard to concentrate.

"It seems, Richard," she's talking to a newsroom reporter, addressing him by his name, "that a new super-disease or super-virus has struck, not just the American public, but Canada as well. The APHA (OC: American Public Health Association) has theorized it to be some new super form of a strain of bornavirus. The details of obtaining the virus thus far remain unclear, however it has been noted to cause intense fever and dementia among victims. And also..." Those big brown eye blink with the pain of a martyr. Then she breaks character and lets the beans spill, "I'm not supposed to say this...the government says I'm not supposed to...but the American public deserves to know. This virus...this disease...It's bringing people back to life Richard. Corpses...and they are killing people. My best friends dead grandmother woke up from her funeral box this morning and tried to eat her-"

Her lips are still moving, but it's hard to concentrate past the 10,000 pound elephant that she just dropped in every house across America.

Your world as you know it is about to come to an abrupt end and it's going to take everything you have in you to survive it.

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Right now, I am looking for a max of eight roleplayers. I will only accept more after our first group is established, if I want a second group introduced.

PLOT:
This is a Walking Dead survival rp, meaning it will focus on our characters surviving throughout the post-apocalyptic world of the outbreak. Keep in mind, survival does not mean your character has to stay alive.

At your own discretion, you can very well kill your character and add a new one. However, I am not making it mandatory that your character must die. The rp will primarily focus on the character surviving in the subsequent months after the outbreak, and eventually, finding a cure. However, I intended for this rp to go on a while, so it will have many plots, and be open to plots from any participants :)

The rp will begin in Atlanta, very much like the series itself, and will start about three days after the outbreak begins. It is about mid-October, so it is cold. There will be daily (or sometimes daily) updates from our lovely blond reporter, and our characters will group together to survive. Along the way, they will encounter similar more antagonistic characters and groups.

This rp asks for mature non-stereotypical rpers. I don't want this rp to be filled with pseudo-Carl's and pseudo-Daryl's. I don't want everyone to be from the military or a cop (though one or two from those groupings are certainly welcome), or from some other badass background. I want diversity. Not every survivor has to be a badass, and realistically, how realistic is that??? People get lucky. We see it all the time in real life. We see it all the time in the series itself. From the top of my head:

• Carol = housewife


• Maggie = lived on a farm all her life


• Glenn = pizza delivery boy


• Andrea = Lawyer (t.v. series), Clerk

What I really want is variety. Think up unique but everyday characters. I want people to start out, not thinking "what characters will I be able to seduce with mine" or "how badass should my character be", but with diversity and realism. Like, "oh shit, my character's only a pizza delivery boy, how is that going to make it harder and more interesting in terms of survival?" That's all I'm asking you to keep in mind if you apply to this rp.

Rules

Rules:

• No Godmodding or powerplaying. Either of those will get you a warning, and if you do not correct your behavior in the future, I will ban you and remove your character from the rp.


• Just a note: Zombies don't exist in the Walking Dead universe. That means, the WORD zombie does not exist.


• Don't fight with each other. Please. Be civil. Pick a bone with each other nicely.


• Sexy times, if they must, can happen in private messaging, but not within the IC thread itself.


• This is a High Casual rp. However, I am not just looking for quantity. I'm looking for quality. Which means writing five huge paragraphs won't get you anywhere if the grammar and flow is...well...less than good.


• As many characters as you can handle.


• This rp will require dedication, which means, if you know your overwhelmed, then honestly for the enjoyment of the rp and your own health, don't join. I know what it's like to be overwhelmed. Not a good feeling. But I also know what it's like to be left hanging by another rp'er who randomly drops out unannounced. Also not a good feeling. :(


• Now this is more for my health: Yes I am the GM, but please do not stick to me like glue. I absolutely despise suck-ups. RP with me like a real rper; don't let your characters grovel at the feet of mine. Have them build a legit relationship, if that's what you want. Or if you want conflict then by all means, so long as it doesn't interfere with the fun of the experience go ahead. Likes honestly sucking up to me in game is a no.

CS

CS

APPEARANCE: Can be written, or use a picture or both. No anime pictures. Period. Can include clothing, tattoos, etc. Anything appearance wise fits here.
NAME:
AGE:
PERSONALITY:
OCCUPATION:
ETHNICITY:
EQUIPMENT: Be realistic. You're not going to have everything needed to survive right from the start.
WEAPONS: Two weapons max. I don't want of those high powered guns if you're some sort of librarian. Come on, how would you get your hands on that stuff?
FAMILY: You don't have to write the characters entire family tree. Nor do you have to include names for every character. Put what family members are relevant, and include their status; living, missing, dead, unknown. You can include other information about family members if you wish.
PAST: Can be long or short. Write what you feel is most important in this history, what helps define the character.
OTHER INTERESTING INFORMATION: Whatever can't fit anywhere else. This doesn't include tattoos or whatever. That should go in Appearance.
WRITING SAMPLE: This is an important part of the application. I'm not asking you to seduce my brain with 300 paragraphs. I'm asking you seduce to my brain with descriptive, interesting, and flowing words. I consider quality as much quantity. IF THERE IS MORE THAN ONE CHARACTER ONLY ONE WRITING SAMPLE IS NEEDED.

Characters

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Alive:
Kate Goodall
Selina Gupta
Jack "Jackie" Robins
Louise "Scout" Robins
Jeremy "Jem" Robins
Malik Thornton
Kali Thornton
Shane Cook
Heather Joyce
Percival Chevalier
Aldous Gallahger
Katherine Rivers
Jesse Wells

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Yay!

I'll be getting the IC/OC up in a few minutes, along with my characters. After that, I'll disappear for a while as I fulfill my dedications to the other TWD rp I'm in. Then I'll be back!

McHaggis said
When it asks for a writing sample on the CS, is it okay to link to a post on a completely unrelated RP or do you want something original, specifically for this?

I prefer a writing sample specifically for this. Also, I myself will be putting a writing sample so you guys can see what my writing is like beforehand.

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Xenonia said
Dot confirmed for not understanding lesbianism

LMFAOOOOOO

Also post to come a little later. I'm out for today. Maybe within the next hour or so. Gotta exercise and stuff sooo...yeah

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Maestro said
Question: do you want the CS on the IC thread?

In the OC thread when I make the IC/OC thread in the Cas Rp section.

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Revans Exile said
I was thinking more along the lines of a (cross)bow hunter. But he/she could have experience with guns just prefers to not use them.

No problem. I might may make a gun character with limited knowledge on it. On the other hand I won't be home for most of today, so I might not be able to put up an IC till tonight.