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Per usual, my post looks dwarf compared to yours.
It seemed that everyone was out for blood.
The infected humans that milled about the streets and his own people that wanted to see them dead- Even in their poor state of mind the zombies seemed to have some sense of self preservation. Like predators that found themselves prey to a greater beast they had skirted out of sight when the ship descended upon their streets. Rax had in turn ducked back into an alley as the armored forms appeared down the ramp, ’armed to the teeth’ as the humans would say. One ill footed zombie decided to rush their emerging ranks and was blasted- bursting apart to a fine powder. He edged further down the alleyway keeping his sights forward until he heard the throb of footsteps from the opposite direction. He turned in time to see a girl speed past the alleyway. It wasn’t with the gaunt that he had accustomed to zombies.
Zombies. The humans had named them long before they were a real thing. All over the media, science fiction, horror flicks- it wasn’t a term he had come up with on his own. They were a gruesome sort and that was at the fault of his race who’s virus had not acted in accordance to their studies and instead damaged the mind and contaminated the body. Rax thought it was reversible though (to a certain point) but wasn’t so sure if there would be memory loss… Either way he needed to find humans that were not yet a part of this faction. So he tailed the one that passed him by. She appeared to be in such a tizzy to pay little mind to anything around her.
Over the fence and onto the runway. He caught a glimpse of her disappearing into one of the planes and hurried after. He rattled the outer latch and shoved with his shoulder but it refused to give. He stepped backwards with a wary glance over his shoulder at the zombies gathering upon the pavement- dazed and momentarily oblivious. He knew his kind did not generally appeal to the zombies by scent but then that didn’t mean they wouldn’t rush him if they were desperate. “Hello!” He called, leaning over the ramp to peer into one of the small square windows. Grime had darkened the glass and he could scarcely make out the seats so he could say nothing of the girl. “Hey! Come on!” He shifted impatiently, the racket he was making drawing the sights of several zombies. He banged his palm against the door “Let me in!”
The infected humans that milled about the streets and his own people that wanted to see them dead- Even in their poor state of mind the zombies seemed to have some sense of self preservation. Like predators that found themselves prey to a greater beast they had skirted out of sight when the ship descended upon their streets. Rax had in turn ducked back into an alley as the armored forms appeared down the ramp, ’armed to the teeth’ as the humans would say. One ill footed zombie decided to rush their emerging ranks and was blasted- bursting apart to a fine powder. He edged further down the alleyway keeping his sights forward until he heard the throb of footsteps from the opposite direction. He turned in time to see a girl speed past the alleyway. It wasn’t with the gaunt that he had accustomed to zombies.
Zombies. The humans had named them long before they were a real thing. All over the media, science fiction, horror flicks- it wasn’t a term he had come up with on his own. They were a gruesome sort and that was at the fault of his race who’s virus had not acted in accordance to their studies and instead damaged the mind and contaminated the body. Rax thought it was reversible though (to a certain point) but wasn’t so sure if there would be memory loss… Either way he needed to find humans that were not yet a part of this faction. So he tailed the one that passed him by. She appeared to be in such a tizzy to pay little mind to anything around her.
Over the fence and onto the runway. He caught a glimpse of her disappearing into one of the planes and hurried after. He rattled the outer latch and shoved with his shoulder but it refused to give. He stepped backwards with a wary glance over his shoulder at the zombies gathering upon the pavement- dazed and momentarily oblivious. He knew his kind did not generally appeal to the zombies by scent but then that didn’t mean they wouldn’t rush him if they were desperate. “Hello!” He called, leaning over the ramp to peer into one of the small square windows. Grime had darkened the glass and he could scarcely make out the seats so he could say nothing of the girl. “Hey! Come on!” He shifted impatiently, the racket he was making drawing the sights of several zombies. He banged his palm against the door “Let me in!”
Okay now I just need to put together an intro.
I'll have to post when I get off tomorrow. 3ish. It's time for sleeping.
Let me know if I need to change anything with my character?
Let me know if I need to change anything with my character?
lol, already ahead of you on that one. They have a cloaking device and I imagine them humanoid but instead of hair- feathers. Why not?
Name: Rax (Humanized name: Rex)
Age: (well he’s an alien so technically they don’t age the same) Late teens: between 17-19?
Race: Alien (technical name: asiran)
Bio: His race had been watching earth for several decades and had taken personal interest in the recent years. His home planet was near its ‘expiration date’ and they were in search for new turf and Earth just happened to fit the qualifications- Too bad it was already occupied. While those with the plan would deny it being a mistake… they had not offered the inhabitants a quick death and rather had made a mess of things. Not that he had any say in the matter.
He was son to the Zurtan and had been sent to oversee the proceedings. In many ways young he had a rebellious streak and had snuck down to earth on many occasions as the virus spread. The turned humans (or zombies) never took much interest in him. He pocketed the same technology that had allowed the strike team to pick prime targets for the first wave of infection. Disguising himself as a human and better familiarizing himself with a dying culture.
Disappointed in the decay of such a colorful species he studied up on their medicine. His people had never bothered with an antidote and he knew if he wanted it done he’d have to make the necessary steps. His intentions were discovered and he was nearly imprisoned (but had escaped before it could occur). His kind were tired of waiting and watching or perhaps the zutarn considered this a betrayal that needed to be dealt with , either way they descended to snuff out whatever humans that were still truly such and he hurried to undermine them.
Appearance:
(Or something like that, I got tired of looking and grabbed the first younger movie actor I could think of)
Alien appearance: Something like the tooth fairy in RoTG but with duller colored feathers. Like tawny brown. I also imagine that his race tends to wear armor to make up for their slightness. (of course he is not- would ruin his human guise).
Other: A small scale (like a dragon’s or lizard’s) is what allows him to hold the illusion of being human. Its actually a tiny ‘machine’ which he wears around his neck upon a chain. (it will take way to long to look for a picture for this as well).
Age: (well he’s an alien so technically they don’t age the same) Late teens: between 17-19?
Race: Alien (technical name: asiran)
Bio: His race had been watching earth for several decades and had taken personal interest in the recent years. His home planet was near its ‘expiration date’ and they were in search for new turf and Earth just happened to fit the qualifications- Too bad it was already occupied. While those with the plan would deny it being a mistake… they had not offered the inhabitants a quick death and rather had made a mess of things. Not that he had any say in the matter.
He was son to the Zurtan and had been sent to oversee the proceedings. In many ways young he had a rebellious streak and had snuck down to earth on many occasions as the virus spread. The turned humans (or zombies) never took much interest in him. He pocketed the same technology that had allowed the strike team to pick prime targets for the first wave of infection. Disguising himself as a human and better familiarizing himself with a dying culture.
Disappointed in the decay of such a colorful species he studied up on their medicine. His people had never bothered with an antidote and he knew if he wanted it done he’d have to make the necessary steps. His intentions were discovered and he was nearly imprisoned (but had escaped before it could occur). His kind were tired of waiting and watching or perhaps the zutarn considered this a betrayal that needed to be dealt with , either way they descended to snuff out whatever humans that were still truly such and he hurried to undermine them.
Appearance:
(Or something like that, I got tired of looking and grabbed the first younger movie actor I could think of)
Alien appearance: Something like the tooth fairy in RoTG but with duller colored feathers. Like tawny brown. I also imagine that his race tends to wear armor to make up for their slightness. (of course he is not- would ruin his human guise).
Other: A small scale (like a dragon’s or lizard’s) is what allows him to hold the illusion of being human. Its actually a tiny ‘machine’ which he wears around his neck upon a chain. (it will take way to long to look for a picture for this as well).
lol, it is for me and I'm trying to do it fast so I'll have time to post before sleeping tonight.
And now I have to find pictures.
I will but honestly- I typed 2 sentences and then got stuck.
Sorry, I think it happened though. I'm not sure why...
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