The Critic

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Isaac had heard a crinkling, but someone speaking from behind him still startled him. He had assumed it was a mouse or something else messing with trash. As he turned, he spotted a younger kid, a lot younger than he was expecting.

"So, you guys aren't raiders after all, huh? That's a good sign."

Isaac almost stuck his hand out to shake, but thought better of it. "I still don't know exactly who these people are yet, better not get too comfortable." "Well, hi there. Uh, the other guy back there said I could come in, he ran down the street though. He said something about a chef being able to help? I haven't had any water or the like for a while."
@LordofthePies

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"Thank you," Isaac called as the stranger opened the gate and then left down the road. Isaac wasn't sure if he should close the gate all the way or not, so he shut it all the way but kept it unbarred, just to be on the safe side. He slid his shotgun into a little loop he had fashioned and walked cautiously into the store, away he could still be walking into a trap. "Screw it, I'm not going to get anywhere if I don't do anything." He sucked in a deep breath and, hoping he wasn't making a bad decision, called out.
"Hello? Anyone here? The guy out front said I could come in. Please don't shoot me, I'd rather not die if it's all the same."
@Oliver@MissCapnCrunch@Vortex

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I've returned, so I am able to do some mad posting :D

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Isaac jumped at the unexpected threat and saw a man looking at him. More importantly, he was pointing a rifle at him and seemed to have every intention of using it. Isaac slowly put his hands in the air, holding his shotgun only in one hand.

"Hey man, I'm not trying to cause trouble. I was just resting down the street last night and heard all the commotion, wanted to make sure everyone was alright." He strained to hear some other noise from the building but couldn't make anything out. Maybe this guy was with a group of raiders that ransacked the place and were trying to keep other people away from their loot.

"If everything's alright man, I'll leave. Would you at least happen to know where I could find some water? I've been out for almost a day now, anything to help me get by would be appreciated."
@DriveEMOut

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I'm going to make a response in a little bit. I've got work for five hours, so expect me back around then. Sorry for the delay everyone, I know I'm making a great first impression :/

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5 Days Ago

Isaac drove his hijacked Honda down a side road to a farm. As he pulled closer, he noticed how quiet everything was. The only thing he heard apart from the engine was the occasional bird and the faint breeze in his ear. As he parked next to the farmhouse - angled so he could make a quick escape if need be - he took another look around to make sure there wasn't anything around him. Raiders had found his camp a few days back, and he still wasn't sure that he had lost them. After convincing himself nothing was following him, he headed inside the house and started to prepare it for the night.

A few hours later, all that he could remember was hearing a footstep behind him and then a flash of pain in the back of his head. When he came to, he realized it was already afternoon, the sky outside a deep orange. "Shit, I didn't finish fixing up the room," he thought to himself. One of the raiders noticed he had come to and walked over.

"Hey, he's finally awake!" The raider got down in his face. "You know that tripwire you set up? You killed my brother. He was a good kid, didn't do anything wrong, and you had to go and kill him." He brought a fist down on Isaac's cheekbone, sending Isaac crashing into the floor.

As he fell, he noticed that the other raiders hadn't put any masks on, only Big Brother here was smart enough to keep his on. "They must think I finished making the room safe," and if that was the case, then this would be a lot easier than he thought. Big Bro picked him up from the floor and got him into a standing position. "Alright Mr. Smarty-Pants, lets head outside. I've got some business to settle with ya."

None of the others made any attempt to follow Big Bro as he took Isaac outside, probably because they thought their leader would be fine. Big Bro cut the ziptie that was keeping Isaac's hands bound and got in a fighting stance. "Come on tough guy, let's see how you handle an actual fight!" With a roar, he charged. Isaac dived out of the way and ran towards his car, fumbling for his keys and thanking whoever was watching above that the raiders had been too dumb to clear his pockets.

An unlock of the car later, Isaac pulled his baseball bat out of the back seat and turned to face Big Bro, a determined, yet calm look on his face.

9 Hours Ago

The Honda hadn't made it to Salisbury. Isaac had walked two and a half miles to make it to the town, and after a day without water, it wasn't an easy walk. He finally made it though, and even though it was too close to evening to explore, he entered a corner store that sold clothes, and he grabbed a decently warm parka. As he shuddered into it, he noticed that most of the windows had been sealed from the outside. It only took him twenty minutes to finish sealing one window and cover the door. A lantern in the corner gave off a dim light, and he decided to set up there for the night. "Just a few minutes of sleep. Just a few..."

Present Time

The last few hours had been full of gunfire and guttural noises. As he noticed the sunlight come up, all the noises faded away. Reluctantly, Isaac got up and peeked out of the main window facing the street. The only thing worth noting were the windows of a grocery store were broken inward. With an inward sigh, and hoping both that no one had gotten hurt and, if they had, there were still things to take he could use to survive. He grabbed his empty shotgun to look intimidating and began walking toward the grocery store.

@DriveEMOut

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N A M E

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Isaac Lorghain

A G E

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Twenty-Four

G E N D E R

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Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Cautious, wary of new people, loyal to friends and others close to him, an optimistic pessimist; expects the worst to happen, but hopes for the best

S H O R T B I O G R A P H Y

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Isaac grew up in a suburb of Charlotte, North Carolina, and lived there his entire life. He lived more than half his life before the virus at this point, and still remembers the years he spent with his family and friends. Occasionally, a few memories make their way back to the front of his mind and he zones out, reminiscing about a time where the biggest worry you had was who was going to be elected for president.

For two years before the outbreak, Isaac moved to Maryland for his job as an accountant. He lived in a city a few miles away from Salisbury, and occasionally had to take trips into the town for his job. Isacc had managed to settle into an apartment building for a year and a half after moving to Maryland. The virus struck as he was about to rest for the night. Isaac only survived the night by being on the second floor, due to hearing the screams from below. Managing to barricade the door, he held out for the night and hoped for the best.

Now, Isaac wanders through Maryland alone, not talking much of his past, not that many people would stop and listen. Most people are either too wary of others to approach, or vicious, animalistic raiders that prey on the weak. The three years of surviving changed him, his once approachable, usually smiling face replaced by a hardened exterior. The few useful skills he possesses are the result of adapting to the new world.

W E A P O N S

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A small wooden baseball bat, about the size a younger child would typically use; three flares, used as distractions; a pump-action shotgun, out of ammunition and only used as an intimidation factor

S K I L L S

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Picking locks, improvisational crafting(on-the-fly weapon adjustments, traps, etc)

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Thanks @DriveEMOut! I'll have something up fairly soon

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Woo! Well, if it makes you feel better, I've already got a CS ready.

The Wanderer

N A M E

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Isaac Lorghain

A G E

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Twenty-Four

G E N D E R

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Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Cautious, wary of new people, loyal to friends and others close to him, an optimistic pessimist; expects the worst to happen, but hopes for the best

S H O R T B I O G R A P H Y

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Isaac grew up in a suburb of Charlotte, North Carolina, and lived there his entire life. He lived more than half his life before the virus at this point, and still remembers the years he spent with his family and friends. Occasionally, a few memories make their way back to the front of his mind and he zones out, reminiscing about a time where the biggest worry you had was who was going to be elected for president.

For two years before the outbreak, Isaac moved to Maryland for his job as an accountant. He lived in a city a few miles away from Salisbury, and occasionally had to take trips into the town for his job. Isacc had managed to settle into an apartment building for a year and a half after moving to Maryland. The virus struck as he was about to rest for the night. Isaac only survived the night by being on the second floor, due to hearing the screams from below. Managing to barricade the door, he held out for the night and hoped for the best.

Now, Isaac wanders through Maryland alone, not talking much of his past, not that many people would stop and listen. Most people are either too wary of others to approach, or vicious, animalistic raiders that prey on the weak. The three years of surviving changed him, his once approachable, usually smiling face replaced by a hardened exterior. The few useful skills he possesses are the result of adapting to the new world.

W E A P O N S

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A small wooden baseball bat, about the size a younger child would typically use; three flares, used as distractions; a pump-action shotgun, out of ammunition and only used as an intimidation factor

S K I L L S

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Picking locks, improvisational crafting(on-the-fly weapon adjustments, traps, etc)

Hopefully it's alright, if I need to make any edits let me know.

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Alright, I posted on the General Interest for this to see if it was open for whatever ungodly reason, thanks to @MissCapnCrunch for suggesting me to post here instead. I'm guessing that it's obvious I'm going to ask, but is this still an open RP?