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The Walking Dead: Nightfall

To be honest, this looks it. If you wait any longer, the people who are already here might think that this is dead and leave.

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<Snipped quote by The ghost in black>

Okay, two things. I'd love to see more about her flaws in her personality. And how was she discovered for a high-end hollywood movie? Was it through her company? Did someone find her? Did she apply?

@Undine

@Undine @The ghost in black

Can I also nitpick as well? 21 years old and already the lead production designer for a major film? No major studio would hire someone so young.

The Walking Dead: Nightfall

Just wondering, is the date, time and location thing at the top of each post compulsory?

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Michael Marshall

Michael Marshall

The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.
-Orson Welles

Name

Michael Marshall

Nicknames

Doesn’t mind if people call him Mike or Michael. Doesn’t like it when people call him Mikey but is too nice to tell them to stop.

Age

76

Gender

Male

Sexual Orientation

Homosexual (closet)

Occupation

Screenplay Writer

Appearance

Michael is not one to focus intently on how he looks. As long as his hair isn’t too much of a mess, he isn’t going to make a big fuss over it. He’s quite modest with how he looks. He knows he’s going bald so he just lets it happen. He has a beard due to not bothering to shave it in his years of depression. He ended up taking a liking to it.. As long as it doesn’t get too long, he doesn’t really care.

Luckily his hair color hasn’t completely disappeared, he’s still got large bits of light brown hair that’s very noticeable but, you can still see the gray and white parts of his hair starting to take over the rest of it. He’s quite healthy for his age but he still has a little bit of a beer belly but nothing that you would call fat.

His clothing is anything that feels comfortable and avoids attention. It’s usually just a dark plain t-shirt or jacket and occasionally he’ll wear a scarf.

Personality

Michael is quite a timid and quiet character. He’s spent over 30 years in isolation and depression and it’s made his confidence quite low. He has trouble asking for help when he’ll need it and doesn’t really engage in conversation, usually someone else engages in conversation with him. He prefers to work alone but a small part of him yearns for a partner. Someone else he can bounce ideas off but alas, the last 30 years have repressed that yearn but, it might still be there.

He wasn’t always like that. In his younger days in the 60s/70s, he was quite an outgoing and fun character. He used to be the one that brought the fun and created a night to remember. That same man has been dead for a while but maybe he’s still there. He might just need a little push.

Likes

• Creative writing on any medium
• Someone to bounce ideas off of
• A quiet place to work or think
• His flask of whiskey

Dislikes

• Stress
• Aggressive people
• Actors with massive egos
• Clubs

Fears

Michael fears many things with this looming film production.He fears that he won’t be able to right for a more modern audience after so many years away. He fears that people will see his inexperience and treat him like some sort of liability. He also fears that his depression may get worsened by the film and it would send him even darker into the void. He also fears that too many people would find out about his true sexuality. The ghosts of his past is one of his largest fears. He hopes that he doesn’t go through what happened 30 years ago again. It would kill him.

Strengths

• Has major experience with screenwriting
• Can create wonderful stories with little source material
• Is kind to everyone

Weaknesses

• Might not have great experience with modern day culture and technology
• Having a new writing partner scares him.
• Will have trouble voicing his opinion to those around him. (non-writing opinions)

History

Michael came from a relatively normal home. He had no brothers and sisters and is mother is the one who raised him. When he was young, all he would do is either read books and comics or begged is mother to take him to the cinema. He was in love with all of the stories created on each of these mediums. To him, it took him places that he has never been before. One day he’ll be fighting orcs in a fantasy realm and the next, he’ll be a gangster trying to make some money. The possibilities were endless for him.

He knew his dream would be to become a writer one day, so he was intent on making it happen. He started working at a butcher in his late teens to be able to raise funds to send him to film school. When he finally got enough, he said goodbye to his mother and left home with the desire to become one of the greatest screenwriters of all time. When he got to film school, he was very shy. It was the first time that he had been away from home, so the whole place felt foreign to him. That all changed when is meeting his writing partner and future lover: Henry Kilburn. They instantly connected on ideas, characters and stories and Henry managed to help Michael come out of his shell.

It was about the early 60s when they both got out of film school. They both got a shitty apartment together in Los Angeles and they were doing everything they can for opportunities and money. All they could get were either intern positions for asshole producers at the studios or doing grunt work with the technical equipment. They learned the hard way that the film industry was a very competitive place but they weren’t willing to let that get them down. Luckily they’re big break came when the writer hired to do a major paramount picture dropped out and they needed someone to quickly rewrite the screenplay before it gets sent off to the director. Their was only a few days to rewrite and no one was willing to do it in that small space of time but Michael and Henry took that suicide mission in desperate need of an opportunity. They stayed up for over 48 hours straight trying to rewrite it. It was the most stressful and nervous experience he had ever done. From that day on, he swore not try and back himself into a corner like that again. Even among the stress and anxiety, that was the night that they had discovered their love for each other and realized who they were.They also realized that it could damage their careers before they had even started if their secret got out. They made a pact not to tell a single soul of their love for each other. They got it handed in and many months later, the studio were impressed with the critical reviews for the film. It wasn’t amazing, it was just decent reviews but for a rushed script, that was a miracle. That’s when the studio started to focus more on Michael and Henry.

The 70s had arrived and that’s when Michael and Henry started to receive critical acclaim. They had written several screenplays over the course of ten years and each one was either a critical success, box office success or both! Both Henry and Michael received two Academy awards; one for best original screenplay and one for best adapted. They were at the top of their game and it all went to their head. A rocketball mixture of drugs, alcohol and sex was all Michael and Henry did. They felt at the top of the world and that nothing could stop them but the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

The darkest year in Michael’s life. It was a dark Tuesday evening when Michael heard the news. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. His world had stopped and his heart felt like it was crushed to a million pieces. The moment he saw the body when he was asked to identify it. It was indeed Henry. His skin had become pale and his lips blue, like ice. He couldn’t help but look at him. He was so full of love, life and joy but now he was just an empty husk. Michael didn’t know what to do with himself. The killer shot him outside of the club they were supposed to meet at; Michael stayed behind at the studio to go over some details of a new screenplay with a producer. He kept repeating the same scenario over and over again in his head. Would things have been different if he had been there? Would they both be alive or dead? The killer turned out to be a pissed of drug dealer that Henry tried to rip off. What pisses Michael the most was that the deed was done out of business and it wasn’t personal. It would have easier somehow knowing that it was something more understandable that killed him.

For over 3 decades after that event. Michael retired from the film industry and from the public itself. For the first few years, people went crazy about where he went but by the late 80s, that hype had died down and no one cared anymore. No one cared anymore that Michael was now drinking himself to death in is home, drenched with sorrow and self-pity. That soon changed when he was reached out by a budding director named Jake Fowler. Michael was very reluctant at first but after one drink, Michael agreed to come out of his hole. What’s amazing is that this was the first time in so long that someone tried to reach out. He decided to cautiously but gracefully take the opportunity. Michael was curious to see how the film industry had changed in the time that he has been away.

Favorite memory

The moment that both Michael and Henry got their first major screenplay finished. This was the official first one has they agreed that the rushed one didn’t count. In celebration, they opened a bottle of cheap wine and ordered some Chinese food. It was modest night followed by a beautiful full moon. It was perfect. His love life and career was going places.

Least favorite memory

The moment that he saw Henry’s body at the police station. He had never felt more depressed and more empty than that moment. It felt like and entire part of him had been ripped away. The pain was so excruciating that he couldn’t even feel it. It had literally killed him inside. Nothing will ever make surpass this memory for Michael. This was indeed his darkest moment.

Why did you decide to work for this movie?

He was dragged out of retirement by Jake Fowler to help him develop is film. Michael was very reluctant and negative at first but Jake told him that he understood who he was and why he left the industry. Michael couldn’t believe that someone finally saw what he felt, let alone have someone reach out to him. He agreed to do Jake’s film but was still reluctant in doing so as it had been so long since he was back in business.

Birthday

24/04/1939

Twitter Name

Has none due to the fact he lived in recluse from society for over 30 years.

Miscellaneous
My character would love to write for Soulmates or Never Have I Ever.

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Finally got it up. :)

Michael Marshall

Michael Marshall

The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.
-Orson Welles

Name

Michael Marshall

Nicknames

Doesn’t mind if people call him Mike or Michael. Doesn’t like it when people call him Mikey but is too nice to tell them to stop.

Age

76

Gender

Male

Sexual Orientation

Homosexual (closet)

Occupation

Screenplay Writer

Appearance

Michael is not one to focus intently on how he looks. As long as his hair isn’t too much of a mess, he isn’t going to make a big fuss over it. He’s quite modest with how he looks. He knows he’s going bald so he just lets it happen. He has a beard due to not bothering to shave it in his years of depression. He ended up taking a liking to it.. As long as it doesn’t get too long, he doesn’t really care.

Luckily his hair color hasn’t completely disappeared, he’s still got large bits of light brown hair that’s very noticeable but, you can still see the gray and white parts of his hair starting to take over the rest of it. He’s quite healthy for his age but he still has a little bit of a beer belly but nothing that you would call fat.

His clothing is anything that feels comfortable and avoids attention. It’s usually just a dark plain t-shirt or jacket and occasionally he’ll wear a scarf.

Personality

Michael is quite a timid and quiet character. He’s spent over 30 years in isolation and depression and it’s made his confidence quite low. He has trouble asking for help when he’ll need it and doesn’t really engage in conversation, usually someone else engages in conversation with him. He prefers to work alone but a small part of him yearns for a partner. Someone else he can bounce ideas off but alas, the last 30 years have repressed that yearn but, it might still be there.

He wasn’t always like that. In his younger days in the 60s/70s, he was quite an outgoing and fun character. He used to be the one that brought the fun and created a night to remember. That same man has been dead for a while but maybe he’s still there. He might just need a little push.

Likes

• Creative writing on any medium
• Someone to bounce ideas off of
• A quiet place to work or think
• His flask of whiskey

Dislikes

• Stress
• Aggressive people
• Actors with massive egos
• Clubs

Fears

Michael fears many things with this looming film production.He fears that he won’t be able to right for a more modern audience after so many years away. He fears that people will see his inexperience and treat him like some sort of liability. He also fears that his depression may get worsened by the film and it would send him even darker into the void. He also fears that too many people would find out about his true sexuality. The ghosts of his past is one of his largest fears. He hopes that he doesn’t go through what happened 30 years ago again. It would kill him.

Strengths

• Has major experience with screenwriting
• Can create wonderful stories with little source material
• Is kind to everyone

Weaknesses

• Might not have great experience with modern day culture and technology
• Having a new writing partner scares him.
• Will have trouble voicing his opinion to those around him. (non-writing opinions)

History

Michael came from a relatively normal home. He had no brothers and sisters and is mother is the one who raised him. When he was young, all he would do is either read books and comics or begged is mother to take him to the cinema. He was in love with all of the stories created on each of these mediums. To him, it took him places that he has never been before. One day he’ll be fighting orcs in a fantasy realm and the next, he’ll be a gangster trying to make some money. The possibilities were endless for him.

He knew his dream would be to become a writer one day, so he was intent on making it happen. He started working at a butcher in his late teens to be able to raise funds to send him to film school. When he finally got enough, he said goodbye to his mother and left home with the desire to become one of the greatest screenwriters of all time. When he got to film school, he was very shy. It was the first time that he had been away from home, so the whole place felt foreign to him. That all changed when is meeting his writing partner and future lover: Henry Kilburn. They instantly connected on ideas, characters and stories and Henry managed to help Michael come out of his shell.

It was about the early 60s when they both got out of film school. They both got a shitty apartment together in Los Angeles and they were doing everything they can for opportunities and money. All they could get were either intern positions for asshole producers at the studios or doing grunt work with the technical equipment. They learned the hard way that the film industry was a very competitive place but they weren’t willing to let that get them down. Luckily they’re big break came when the writer hired to do a major paramount picture dropped out and they needed someone to quickly rewrite the screenplay before it gets sent off to the director. Their was only a few days to rewrite and no one was willing to do it in that small space of time but Michael and Henry took that suicide mission in desperate need of an opportunity. They stayed up for over 48 hours straight trying to rewrite it. It was the most stressful and nervous experience he had ever done. From that day on, he swore not try and back himself into a corner like that again. Even among the stress and anxiety, that was the night that they had discovered their love for each other and realized who they were.They also realized that it could damage their careers before they had even started if their secret got out. They made a pact not to tell a single soul of their love for each other. They got it handed in and many months later, the studio were impressed with the critical reviews for the film. It wasn’t amazing, it was just decent reviews but for a rushed script, that was a miracle. That’s when the studio started to focus more on Michael and Henry.

The 70s had arrived and that’s when Michael and Henry started to receive critical acclaim. They had written several screenplays over the course of ten years and each one was either a critical success, box office success or both! Both Henry and Michael received two Academy awards; one for best original screenplay and one for best adapted. They were at the top of their game and it all went to their head. A rocketball mixture of drugs, alcohol and sex was all Michael and Henry did. They felt at the top of the world and that nothing could stop them but the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

The darkest year in Michael’s life. It was a dark Tuesday evening when Michael heard the news. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. His world had stopped and his heart felt like it was crushed to a million pieces. The moment he saw the body when he was asked to identify it. It was indeed Henry. His skin had become pale and his lips blue, like ice. He couldn’t help but look at him. He was so full of love, life and joy but now he was just an empty husk. Michael didn’t know what to do with himself. The killer shot him outside of the club they were supposed to meet at; Michael stayed behind at the studio to go over some details of a new screenplay with a producer. He kept repeating the same scenario over and over again in his head. Would things have been different if he had been there? Would they both be alive or dead? The killer turned out to be a pissed of drug dealer that Henry tried to rip off. What pisses Michael the most was that the deed was done out of business and it wasn’t personal. It would have easier somehow knowing that it was something more understandable that killed him.

For over 3 decades after that event. Michael retired from the film industry and from the public itself. For the first few years, people went crazy about where he went but by the late 80s, that hype had died down and no one cared anymore. No one cared anymore that Michael was now drinking himself to death in is home, drenched with sorrow and self-pity. That soon changed when he was reached out by a budding director named Jake Fowler. Michael was very reluctant at first but after one drink, Michael agreed to come out of his hole. What’s amazing is that this was the first time in so long that someone tried to reach out. He decided to cautiously but gracefully take the opportunity. Michael was curious to see how the film industry had changed in the time that he has been away.

Favorite memory

The moment that both Michael and Henry got their first major screenplay finished. This was the official first one has they agreed that the rushed one didn’t count. In celebration, they opened a bottle of cheap wine and ordered some Chinese food. It was modest night followed by a beautiful full moon. It was perfect. His love life and career was going places.

Least favorite memory

The moment that he saw Henry’s body at the police station. He had never felt more depressed and more empty than that moment. It felt like and entire part of him had been ripped away. The pain was so excruciating that he couldn’t even feel it. It had literally killed him inside. Nothing will ever make surpass this memory for Michael. This was indeed his darkest moment.

Why did you decide to work for this movie?

He was dragged out of retirement by Jake Fowler to help him develop is film. Michael was very reluctant and negative at first but Jake told him that he understood who he was and why he left the industry. Michael couldn’t believe that someone finally saw what he felt, let alone have someone reach out to him. He agreed to do Jake’s film but was still reluctant in doing so as it had been so long since he was back in business.

Birthday

24/04/1939

Twitter Name

Has none due to the fact he lived in recluse from society for over 30 years.

Miscellaneous
My character would love to write for Soulmates or Never Have I Ever.

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Thought I would get it completely finished by this evening but only got it half-done. I was busy with another RP. It'll definitely be up tomorrow. Sorry about that, forgive me for the delay.

The Walking Dead: Nightfall

Jakob Main

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“There were so many people in that airport. So. Many. People. You could taste the desperation in the air. Fear gripped us hard and it wouldn’t let a single mortal go. Right beside me was a father who kept trying to reassure his son that everything was going to be alright but when I looked into his eyes. They were dark and filled with fear. His hands quivered relentlessly and his head drenched with sweat. I felt the same horror that he felt and so did everyone else; It was contagious. Then fear struck its loudest cord in all of us when all we could hear from the back was a scream that could have struck even the heart of Satan himself. That’s when the stampede began. Chaos and panic swept all of us as we all tried to push towards the gates. People were falling down left, right and center; it’s like they were being dragged down to hell. As I looked ahead, they were already closing the gates. People were trying to claw the doors like animals and some even tried to break the glass to the outside. When you looked behind you, all you saw were men, women and children being savaged and torn apart by the demons. I’ve read all manner of stories about creatures but never in my darkest nightmares did I ever think it would come true. I just started running to an exit sign nearby. Other people were having the same idea, but some were trying so hard to hold to their briefcases, luggage and many other superficial items that it ended up failing them in the end. As I got there, people were squeezing their way through the door, trying to make it to the runway outside. I managed to get myself to the door, but my arm was aggressively grabbed by someone. I felt like my greatest fears were about to be lived but as I quickly turned my head, it was the father from before. He was holding one hand on a bloodied bite wound on his neck and the hand on his son. He tried to offer is son’s hand to me and begged me to take him. His eyes wept with pain and despair; I had never seen such a look before. My whole life felt like it had just stopped then and there. The world felt like it was looking at me for an answer, for a choice! God’s judgement was pressuring down on me and I could feel the burden crushing me like a thousand rocks! You know what I did next? You know what I did next!? I ran! I left the boy and his father and ran! I never looked back but now all I think about is what he must have felt when he saw his own fellow human being abandoning a little boy for certain death. I sentenced a man and his son to death! I’m a monster! I’m no better than those creatures out there!”

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The man in the bed lay there crying for someone to hear his sorrow. That person was Jakob. Jakob sat at the said the bed, trying to comfort him in his final moments. The sickbay of the facility is dark, gloomy and filled with other people like the man in the bed. It’s a depressing place, filled with the screams and cries of sick patients. The staff is so few in number that many of them are going crazy with stress and panic. Not everyone in this godforsaken part of the facility will live.

Jakob proceeds to give the man in the bed some water from the desk by his bed. He sits there and watches his trembling fingers try so hard to attempt to lift the cup up and drink but to no avail. He was diagnosed with severe cancer a couple of months after he arrived. The doctors didn’t know which cancer it was exactly, but the general medical opinion is lung cancer. Since there’s no chemotherapy or medical drugs that can help, all they could do was make him comfortable in his final few months. Jakob is the only person that’s been visiting him the past few months. Day by day, he saw the man’s condition deteriorate bit by bit; like watching the leaves of an old tree fall off day after day.

“Here, let me help,” offers Jakob.

In a failed attempt at independence, the man tries to do it himself but ends up spilling it all himself. Jakob quickly grabs a nearby towel to help wipe it off him, but the man waves him away.

“Please don’t bother. I deserve this”. Jakob then sinks back down in his chair. He could see the man’s guilt a mile away and he wishes he could help him carry it but alas, Jakob is carrying his own guilt and it weighs him down like an anchor.

“Jakob.” Whispers the man.

“Yes?” Asked Jakob, as he moves a little closer to be able to hear him.

“I want you to end my pain”. Jakob would have looked at him in shock, but he’s been so desensitized by all the pain and suffering in this place that he just takes it as an understandable comment.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Said Jakob as he shook his head gently.

“Please. Please end my suffering. I need to die so that I can get my judgement. I need this pain and guilt to go away. Why won’t you help me!”

Jakob starts to shush the man as his volume started to rise.

“I can’t do that for you, my friend. I can ask one of the doctors to give you more morphine bu-”, Jakob is stopped mid-sentence by an unforeseen spit from the man in the bed.

He proceeds to wipe it off as if it has no effect on him. The man’s voice starts to transition from a whisper to a shout. “You know what you are a coward! You sit here and you try to tell yourself that by helping others with death and guilt that you’ll start to feel more comfortable with it but let me tell you this old man: It doesn’t get easier! It starts to eat you up and engulf you in a blackness the likes of which you’ve never seen! Ghosts start to pop up everywhere you go! All you hear in the back of your mind is their screams and cries for help! I can see it in your eyes that you too carry this burden I hope to hell that it corrupts you to the point of no return because that’s when you’ll feel what I and every person on this godforsaken planet feels!”

He starts to cough violently due to pushing his own voice to levels to which it doesn’t normally stand. Blood starts to come out with coughs. Jakob just stands and gives a sigh.

“See ya tomorrow, Jack.” He then proceeds to walk out the sickbay.

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Outside the building, the people wander around going about their day to day lives. Many of them want to keep themselves in the illusion that their safe and that their lives are the same again, but it’s all a lie. If Jakob had a nickel every time the base leaders were close to running out of supplies; well, he wouldn’t be rich considering there is no currency anymore. Jakob just spends his time to talking to people who need it but half the time, a lot of them don’t want help. The fear of feeling vulnerable can make a person stubborn. Jakob knew that Jack was right. He only does this to help make himself feel better about his own demons. He’s been at the base for nearly a year now and he’s done fuck all to help his daughter. She could be alive or dead and he cries himself to sleep every night over this fact. He walked across towards the fence on the other side of the courtyard. He continues to stare out at the grass beyond. It was starting to get longer and more wild. Nature was starting to take back its land. The buildings and settlements of the past were starting to be claimed by the present. Jakob would come out every day to watch the grass grow. It was the only time of day where he didn’t think, he didn’t dwell. He just watched.

Another day in the new world.

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Gonna go with my former legend, retired, depressed, closet gay screenwriter. It'd be cool to play a fish out of water type character as he see's the mass changes made to the film industry over the decades.

Will get my CS up monday evening (GMT) :)

Also, my character comes out of retirement for the director, is there any chance my character could have any connection to your character? Doesn't have to be a blood relation. Could be I met him in a bar once or something and he was very convincing.

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Lights, Camera, Action! A movie production roleplay

I'm thinking of being a no-nonsense, asshole producer who's not afraid to tell you what he thinks and is not afraid to take risks if need be. If he hates your shot, he'll tell you it's shit. If he thinks the casting is wrong, he'll tell you. Even if someone tells him that's he's too mean, he'll just reply "Go fuck yourself, we're making a film, not a basket of muffins." Although, if he likes something, he will tell you. If he knows that it can be improved, he'll tell you.

I'm basing him off famous producers like Roger Corman and Robert Evans who were famous for being quite aggressive in their approach. Roger Corman essentially taught famous director/writers like Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Ron Howard, Peter Bogdanovich, James Cameron and more.

Another idea I have is for a retired old Screenwriter who hasn't wrote a major hit since the early 80s. His reason for stopping would be the fact that his writing partner (And secret lover, he's going to be gay) died when he was shot outside a club in Hollywood. He comes out of retirement to write a screenplay for the director because *Insert reason here*. His personality would be quite timid and quiet. He'd also be very intimidated by the distinct change in film production since the early 80s.

I'll decide on which character when the OOC is up and when people have declared what roles that they're taking.