Myst said
Turtle, please read and follow the posting rule.
Ohhhh I just realized the format. I'll edit it.
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Ohhhh I just realized the format. I'll edit it.
I do have one question: How long ago was the start of the outbreak?
Atomyk said
Yep! Feel free to do your own thing or run into any of the groups running around. The second post has info about about who's with who.
First post is up!
Nathan-Outskirts of New Orleans
Hatred. Hatred was all he felt. Hatred for his father. Hatred for these creatures that had begun to populate the world. Lastly, hatred for those government officials who massacred the whole neighborhood back in Chicago.
Snapping back into reality, Nathan readied his bat, and knocked the head clean off the corpse that had been approaching. Breathing heavily, he crouched down to rest for a moment and regather his thoughts. (Still keeping the old baseball bat within quick reach in case more of them came).
For many months, the young man had been travelling from state to state just trying to survive. He could still remember his neighbors calling him crazy for packing up and leaving. That was back when a lot of people thought it was only a hoax created by the local news in order to get better ratings. While most people were laughing about the whole thing, Nathan was gathering supplies. It's no wonder he was one of the few people left on Earth. Hell, he could be the only human left on Earth for all he knew.
"That's enough negative thoughts for today," he muttered to himself as he stood up and grabbed his bat. He gave the rotting corpse a final kick in the ribs, and resumed his search for other survivors.
Hatred. Hatred was all he felt. Hatred for his father. Hatred for these creatures that had begun to populate the world. Lastly, hatred for those government officials who massacred the whole neighborhood back in Chicago.
Snapping back into reality, Nathan readied his bat, and knocked the head clean off the corpse that had been approaching. Breathing heavily, he crouched down to rest for a moment and regather his thoughts. (Still keeping the old baseball bat within quick reach in case more of them came).
For many months, the young man had been travelling from state to state just trying to survive. He could still remember his neighbors calling him crazy for packing up and leaving. That was back when a lot of people thought it was only a hoax created by the local news in order to get better ratings. While most people were laughing about the whole thing, Nathan was gathering supplies. It's no wonder he was one of the few people left on Earth. Hell, he could be the only human left on Earth for all he knew.
"That's enough negative thoughts for today," he muttered to himself as he stood up and grabbed his bat. He gave the rotting corpse a final kick in the ribs, and resumed his search for other survivors.
Atomyk said
@Turtles, The sheet looks good to me! Consider it accepted.
Alright cool! So I just make a post now, right?
Appearance : 
Name : Nathan Curiel
Age : 23
Skill : Nathan has "Street Smarts" from growing up in Chicago; He wrestled in high school, so he can grapple.
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : A Remington shotgun, a wooden baseball bat
Personality : Nathan has a short temper, and can be vicious when angry. He is wary of strangers (A trait that he picked up from where he grew up), but is very friendly once he decides he can trust you.
Brief Bio : Nathan worked in construction before the outbreak.
Name : Nathan Curiel
Age : 23
Skill : Nathan has "Street Smarts" from growing up in Chicago; He wrestled in high school, so he can grapple.
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : A Remington shotgun, a wooden baseball bat
Personality : Nathan has a short temper, and can be vicious when angry. He is wary of strangers (A trait that he picked up from where he grew up), but is very friendly once he decides he can trust you.
Brief Bio : Nathan worked in construction before the outbreak.
Felix gladly took Magnus's generous drink, and thanked him. He took small sips, and listened intently to the story. It was slightly difficult to keep the Pumpkin Fizz from spilling as the train chugged along, and Felix would always change how he was holding it.
As Felix was about to start talking, Alistair chimed in. Still taking sips and listening, Felix once again started to stroke Norman's fur. "Those were both interesting. My story is pretty generic." He said as he took a long chug from his drink. "I'm a pure-blood, so both my parents are in the wizarding world, as well as my four brothers. Three of those are on this train. The other one, Ethan, works for the Daily Prophet. I've always been the outcast in the family, since I am really not good with magic. I'm more of a sports kind of person, as you might be able to tell from the broomstick under my seat."
As Felix was about to start talking, Alistair chimed in. Still taking sips and listening, Felix once again started to stroke Norman's fur. "Those were both interesting. My story is pretty generic." He said as he took a long chug from his drink. "I'm a pure-blood, so both my parents are in the wizarding world, as well as my four brothers. Three of those are on this train. The other one, Ethan, works for the Daily Prophet. I've always been the outcast in the family, since I am really not good with magic. I'm more of a sports kind of person, as you might be able to tell from the broomstick under my seat."
"The wandmaker said it was cherry wood with a phoenix feather core. Pretty average." Felix was wondering if the other boy would ever talk. Suddenly, the quiet boy introduced himself as Magnus. "Hello Magnus. My name is Felix. Pleased to meet you." Felix said as he begins to stroke Norman's fur.
Felix got very excited as the train began to pull out of the station. In a few hours, he would be at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He began to day dream about being on the Quidditch team. The crowds were cheering, and he was playing as a keeper in the championship. Felix snapped into reality as Norman scratched at him, wanting more attention.
Felix got very excited as the train began to pull out of the station. In a few hours, he would be at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He began to day dream about being on the Quidditch team. The crowds were cheering, and he was playing as a keeper in the championship. Felix snapped into reality as Norman scratched at him, wanting more attention.
Felix listened to the other boy as he got comfortable in the seat. "Hi, Alistair. I'm Felix." he asks, as he takes his pet rat, Norman, out of his bag. Felix could tell the fat little rat was hungry from his scratching. He takes a cracker out of his pocket and lets Norman nibble on it. "This little guy here is Norman."
He takes his wand out of his pocket, and begins to fiddle with it. I can't wait to learn how to actually use this! he thinks to himself. Suddenly, Felix notices his broomstick about to fall out into the aisle. He grabs it with a swift move of the arm, and places it under his seat. "Are you guys first years as well?" He asks.
He takes his wand out of his pocket, and begins to fiddle with it. I can't wait to learn how to actually use this! he thinks to himself. Suddenly, Felix notices his broomstick about to fall out into the aisle. He grabs it with a swift move of the arm, and places it under his seat. "Are you guys first years as well?" He asks.
Just made my first post. Felix is sitting next to Magnus and Alistair
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