@Aliencow dude I'm not criticizing you or anythin..but frankly you gotta work on your CS, and organize it a bit. Just an advise.
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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!!!
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God! can you guys stop posting RPs about supernatural schools!!? Be creative for fucks sake! >.<
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I'll have my CS done by tomorrow.
Name: Alan.
Age: 24.
Appearance:
Personality: Alan may not seem to be very social at times, but the truth is he is more social than anyone, but is very picky about who to socialize with. He wont jump into a friendship with anyone before reading them and knowing them better. Books are his true friends, his resort from this shity earth. He finds comfort and peace in books. When befriended he can be the coolest and kindest friend. "When Befriended" otherwise he is neutral with everyone he sees, and not much ofa talkative person.
Bio: Sophie, Alan's step mother. She took care of him since he was two years old. His biological mother died giving birth to Alan, he never knew her nor saw her. By the age of 4 a disease broke out infecting the whole world, including Alan's father. Alan and his Step mom lived through hell without the support of Alan's father. Though the world turned harsh and hellish they made it to a safe zone. Alan grew up in that zone till he reached the age of 18. On his 19th birthday the safe zone was compromised and overrun with zombies. Only few made it, including Alan. His step mother didn't survive, which made things for Alan more depressing and harder.
At certain moments in his life, after the death of his step mother, he craved for a sweet swift death. He didn't want to carry on, didn't want to struggle anymore. But that's not what his father would wanted. And so he moved on, hoping to find peace and serenity once again in this world.
Job before outbreak: none.
Weapons: a Katana he found in a comics shop. A 45 caliber revolver. And butterfly pocket knife.
Skills: through time he learned how to use his sword well. Good at shooting. Heavy reader. Knows lots of basic things.
Age: 24.
Appearance:
Personality: Alan may not seem to be very social at times, but the truth is he is more social than anyone, but is very picky about who to socialize with. He wont jump into a friendship with anyone before reading them and knowing them better. Books are his true friends, his resort from this shity earth. He finds comfort and peace in books. When befriended he can be the coolest and kindest friend. "When Befriended" otherwise he is neutral with everyone he sees, and not much ofa talkative person.
Bio: Sophie, Alan's step mother. She took care of him since he was two years old. His biological mother died giving birth to Alan, he never knew her nor saw her. By the age of 4 a disease broke out infecting the whole world, including Alan's father. Alan and his Step mom lived through hell without the support of Alan's father. Though the world turned harsh and hellish they made it to a safe zone. Alan grew up in that zone till he reached the age of 18. On his 19th birthday the safe zone was compromised and overrun with zombies. Only few made it, including Alan. His step mother didn't survive, which made things for Alan more depressing and harder.
At certain moments in his life, after the death of his step mother, he craved for a sweet swift death. He didn't want to carry on, didn't want to struggle anymore. But that's not what his father would wanted. And so he moved on, hoping to find peace and serenity once again in this world.
Job before outbreak: none.
Weapons: a Katana he found in a comics shop. A 45 caliber revolver. And butterfly pocket knife.
Skills: through time he learned how to use his sword well. Good at shooting. Heavy reader. Knows lots of basic things.
@Monochromatic Rainbow its absolutely fine. Sad to see you go though.
Good luck with work.
Good luck with work.
I am still in on this..but it seems no one else is :/
Count me in.
Greg took out a antibacterial solution, iodine, cotton and placed them by his side. He poured the solution on Brandon's injury, Greg was starting to feel unease as he attended Brandon's injury, it was bloody and very sickening. The wound didn't stop bleeding until Greg poured alcohol on it. Then came the most disgusting part. Greg had to pull that shrapnel from Brandon's side. Greg never did anything like this before, not once. Though he had some medical training.
As Greg slowly pulled out the shrapnel, his stomach started to rumble from the blood and flesh. "Aaaah" Greg groaned softly. The shrapnel was out. Greg was about to throw up. When Horace came and knelt down by Brandon. Greg took in a deep breath in attempt to prevent himself from puking. "He's gonna be okay" looking at Horace he assured him.
Greg applied the iodine around the wound and made sure to cover the whole injury. The wound must be stitched. Greg returned everything back to the mid-kit and took out the stitching tools. It will be a very unpleasant experience for Greg, but he had to do it. Before starting he searched the mid-kit in desperation to find a skin adhesive. It would make things much easier. But there was none. "God damn it" Greg sighed.
He prepared the needle and everything. He then took a deep breath before starting to stitch the wound. Moments later he was done. The stitches weren't that of an expert hand, but they'll do the job. Greg was relieved, he sat down back and looked around. He needed a drink after that little "surgery" of his. Greg noticed his hands were bloody, Brandon's blood. Now he needed a hot bath and a drink.
Greg stood against his own will of comfort to check on Carter. As he stood he grabbed the mid-kit and headed to Carter, who laid against a wall. He sat beside Carter and asked him "You need any medical attention?".
As Greg slowly pulled out the shrapnel, his stomach started to rumble from the blood and flesh. "Aaaah" Greg groaned softly. The shrapnel was out. Greg was about to throw up. When Horace came and knelt down by Brandon. Greg took in a deep breath in attempt to prevent himself from puking. "He's gonna be okay" looking at Horace he assured him.
Greg applied the iodine around the wound and made sure to cover the whole injury. The wound must be stitched. Greg returned everything back to the mid-kit and took out the stitching tools. It will be a very unpleasant experience for Greg, but he had to do it. Before starting he searched the mid-kit in desperation to find a skin adhesive. It would make things much easier. But there was none. "God damn it" Greg sighed.
He prepared the needle and everything. He then took a deep breath before starting to stitch the wound. Moments later he was done. The stitches weren't that of an expert hand, but they'll do the job. Greg was relieved, he sat down back and looked around. He needed a drink after that little "surgery" of his. Greg noticed his hands were bloody, Brandon's blood. Now he needed a hot bath and a drink.
Greg stood against his own will of comfort to check on Carter. As he stood he grabbed the mid-kit and headed to Carter, who laid against a wall. He sat beside Carter and asked him "You need any medical attention?".
Umm..btw guys I've never played "The last of us" unfortunately. So if its required for this RP..maybe give me the summary of the plot?? (But no spoiling >.< )
@oakman edited my CS. And I wont be conjuring monsters and dead ones the entire time. Only from time to time, when the situation calls for it.
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