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STATUS: People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!! 9 yrs ago
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People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!!
9 yrs ago
God! can you guys stop posting RPs about supernatural schools!!? Be creative for fucks sake! >.<
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Do we all get out of one vault altogether at the same time or what??
Ready!!
Name: John Hanson
Age: 21
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Personality: John Is a person you don't wanna be with in a apocalypse. He doesn't go along with others, he isn't a team player, he always looks after himself first. Never sought to help others, even if he could help and be able to do something...he doesn't. But that doesn't mean he is stupid. If he had to go along with others for a while to ensure his survival he will. He will do anything to keep on living, even if it means killing other people.
He is simply a treacherous, evil, selfish person. But hence forth this night he might change...or maybe not!
Bio: John was raised in Cherryville and still lives there at the present moment, unemployed. But with enough money to live on for the next 3-4 years. He hadn't earned that money, it was inherited to him after his father's death. His father was his only family, his mother died giving birth to him. His father owned the only bar in town. Months before his death John's father decided to sell the bar to one of the locals. John used to go camping with his dad. His father had taught him how to use a crossbow and how to survive the wilderness.
Skills: Good with crossbows, knifes, and throwing knife. Agile, able to trace "tracer". High survival skills.
Weapons: Crossbow, a couple dozens of bolts. A hunting knife, and throwing knifes.
Age: 21
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Personality: John Is a person you don't wanna be with in a apocalypse. He doesn't go along with others, he isn't a team player, he always looks after himself first. Never sought to help others, even if he could help and be able to do something...he doesn't. But that doesn't mean he is stupid. If he had to go along with others for a while to ensure his survival he will. He will do anything to keep on living, even if it means killing other people.
He is simply a treacherous, evil, selfish person. But hence forth this night he might change...or maybe not!
Bio: John was raised in Cherryville and still lives there at the present moment, unemployed. But with enough money to live on for the next 3-4 years. He hadn't earned that money, it was inherited to him after his father's death. His father was his only family, his mother died giving birth to him. His father owned the only bar in town. Months before his death John's father decided to sell the bar to one of the locals. John used to go camping with his dad. His father had taught him how to use a crossbow and how to survive the wilderness.
Skills: Good with crossbows, knifes, and throwing knife. Agile, able to trace "tracer". High survival skills.
Weapons: Crossbow, a couple dozens of bolts. A hunting knife, and throwing knifes.
Awesome!
The dinner had closed early, everyone went home but bill, he stayed for a while to wrap everything up and close the dinner. While he walked home he thought to make a run to the convenience store to grab some stuff, but it was a bit late to do so, so he just went home. The sunset looked beautiful he thought as he approached his house. His house was old and small, but it was more than enough for bill. After entering his house he took a bath, after wards he wore a black jeans and a black shirt. As he wore his knee pads he thought that his machete might need a bit of sharpening. He took his grey backpack from the closet, he threw it on the bed as he left the room. He went down to the basement, he switched the lights on as he went down the stairs. In the basement, a set of dumbbells, a couple of dusty old shelves with some boxes, and on the corner of the basement was a safe. There he stood in front of the safe, took a deep breath and exhaled, opened the safe after entering the code, inside it was a stack of many that were held together by a rubber band, a 9mm gun and 7 small boxes of 9mm ammo.
He took 4 boxes and the gun, he closed the safe after wards and walked towards the shelves. There his bloody old blunt machete lied. He grabbed it and went up stairs closing the basement door behind him. He went back to his bedroom, dropped the ammo boxes into the bag. Bill put down his gun and machete on the bed by the bag, and went to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and a couple of energy bars. He dropped them in the backpack along with the ammo. Zipped the bag and carried it on his back, then sheathed his gun between his back and the jeans he wore, and grabbed the machete as he went to the backyard.
There he operated his medium-sized grinding stone and sharpened the machete. Went back inside, his machete sharpened and ready to purge, carrying it in his right hand. His gun sheathed between his back and his jeans. He went out to the porch and sat on the chair looking at the sun as it sets. He was ready..ready to purge.
He took 4 boxes and the gun, he closed the safe after wards and walked towards the shelves. There his bloody old blunt machete lied. He grabbed it and went up stairs closing the basement door behind him. He went back to his bedroom, dropped the ammo boxes into the bag. Bill put down his gun and machete on the bed by the bag, and went to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and a couple of energy bars. He dropped them in the backpack along with the ammo. Zipped the bag and carried it on his back, then sheathed his gun between his back and the jeans he wore, and grabbed the machete as he went to the backyard.
There he operated his medium-sized grinding stone and sharpened the machete. Went back inside, his machete sharpened and ready to purge, carrying it in his right hand. His gun sheathed between his back and his jeans. He went out to the porch and sat on the chair looking at the sun as it sets. He was ready..ready to purge.
Count me in!! I'll have my CS soon !
So am up to make a new RP about a group of survivors "7 or 8" who are trapped in an island by an airplane crash or whatever "I will make the plot once there are enough interests!" So they try to survive the island's hazards, cannibals,omnivorous animals etc.. so is anyone interested!!?
Interested!! Hope am not late!?! 
Damn... sorry for the iterated post! Server connection problem..
Hope am not late to join!?
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