Vaeltaja

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Welcome to the Guild. Hopefully you'll find some good stories here to partake in.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

I'm always up for a collab!

that goes for all of you guys

Like everyone else, my characters will be in their hotel room. Maybe one of your characters could have met one of my characters before the zombie apocalypse in any number of different ways? Slim? anyone really

just a thought

@Zoey White

Depends on whether or not one of your characters went to a bar, got a little drunk and possibly flirted with a scruffy-looking musician who had a Danny DeVito lookalike at his side.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

E L I J A H

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_{L o s A n g e l e s I n t e r n a t i o n a l A i r p o r t ; 2 2 H o u r s A g o}

"Hello? Yeah, I just got to the gate. Uhhhh, should be there within a few hours or so. I got it; don't worry, Perce. Sorry, 'Percy'. No, I know how important this is. Listen, it's fine, no need to stress out. You said this show was at a beautiful island resort, so we'll have some time to kick back and soak up the sun. You good? Alright. Yeah. O-okay, Percy, I gotta... I gotta go; getting on the plane. Yeah. Yeah, okay. Alright, bye."

Elijah flicked at his phone's screen, bringing the drop-down menu into view and tapping on airplane mode. With a sigh, he slipped the phone back into his pocket as he shuffled along within the slowly-moving line. Trying to calm his manager down was doing no good when he was stressed himself. He could feel the tension in his chest, the rising anxiety of performing. Despite the tour being fairly small, this last stop was a make-or-break opportunity. If he did well here, he'd have the chance to go international. If he failed...

He broke away from the thought and found himself in the aisle of the airplane, taking the time to check his ticket. Seat A10. It was a window seat towards the front of the plane. His brow furrowed a little, but he pushed his concerns aside as he opened up the compartment above his row, sliding the faded-green duffel bag inside. Once the compartment door was shut, he slid into the row and settled into his seat, his arms upon the armrests. A couple minutes later, the rest of the seats in his row were filled, unknown faces buried into their own methods of passing time.

First, it was the captain's message, and then the choreography of flight attendants as they mimicked safety measures, latching invisible oxygen masks onto themselves and each other. Every so often, the cry of a child who couldn't seem to get used to such a foreign concept as an airplane about to take off. Yeah, I feel you, kid, Elijah thought. When the speeches were done and the passengers were left to their own devices, Elijah took a moment to draw the windowblind closed as he felt the plane begin to move. The person next to him, an older woman, noticed this and smiled warmly before looking back down at her e-book.

"Not a fan of flying?" she asked.

"Not a fan of taking off," Elijah replied. The woman giggled, and Elijah could feel the heat of embarrassment rushing to his face.

_{B a n o i I s l a n d A i r p o r t ; 1 8 H o u r s A g o}

Elijah exited the gate and into the waiting area, clutching his stomach. He was never a fan of flying, but something about the turbulence shook him up, not to mention the several people that had gotten sick on the flight. As he struggled to stabilize himself, he did a few stretches to get his body back into working order, his eyes scanning the area for the way to baggage claim. Following the placards, he pulled out his phone, turned off airplane mode and proceeded to check his messages. Couple notifications from social media, several emails from different prospects, a couple voicemails from Percy. Sounded about the usual.

Arriving at baggage claim, Elijah set his duffel bag down in front of him and waited, only to be interrupted by a short, stout man wearing a floral shirt and khaki shorts. His head was largely balding, save for the arch of hair that wrapped around the back of his head. His eyes were covered with thick-rimmed sunglasses, his fingers with various rings that held no value. As he approached, he tapped Elijah on the arm. Elijah looked to his left, saw no one, and then looked down, stifling a laugh.

"Hey, Percy," Elijah greeted him. Percy's lips pouted. "Don't 'Hey, Percy' me," the manager replied. "You got everything?"

Before Elijah could respond, his attention was caught by a guitar case that wheeled around on the conveyor. With little effort, he slipped his fingers around the handle and lifted it from the rotating gallery of objects, smiling. "I do now," he retorted.

"Good. Here's the plan. We touch down at the resort and mingle with the owners; you know—"

"Perce."

"—get in good graces with them. Then, you start practi—"

"Percy."

"—cing until it's time to hit the sack, and then the NEXT day... oh, God, forgot about the meet-up and—"

"Uncle!"

Before Percy knew it, they were at the airport entrance. He stared up at Elijah, a towering colossus compared to himself, eyes wide but obscured by the dark shades. Elijah wore an expression reminiscent of concern as he waved for them to keep walking. "I already talked to the owners of the resort. I got everything straightened away. All I need to do—and all you need to do—is relax and take in the scenery. Bury your feet in the sand, get a few Mai Tais, enjoy yourself. Okay?"

Percy didn't say anything as they flagged down a taxi and got inside, but deep down, he was impressed. A few years prior, Elijah was a floundering musician that knew nothing about what it took to get his name out there, but now, he was taking the reins. Maybe Percy could finally relax, knowing Elijah's future was in good hands. Leo and Marie would be proud.

_{R o y a l P a l m s R e s o r t ; P r e s e n t D a y}

Elijah awoke in his bed, still wearing the same outfit from last night. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears, his head throbbing with a dull ache. Nothing a tall glass of water and a couple of aspirin can't fix, he thought, and so he downed both at the first chance he got. Next up on the docket was to grab a shower and get changed. Judging by the clock, Elijah knew he had plenty of time, so he could probably spend a little of it checking out the beach. Percy shouldn't mind too much.

There were sounds of soft banging on the door. "Little early for you to be up, Perce!" Elijah shouted from the bathroom, stripping down and stepping inside the shower. Before turning it on, he called out again. "Give me like twenty minutes!"

Twenty minutes later, he was out and dressed, toothbrush in his mouth as he brushed his hair. The banging on the door was still soft, but less rhythmic, happening in bursts with sparse singular hits in between. Unnerved, Elijah finished brushing his teeth and cleaned up before walking over to the door. "Percy, come on, I said I would be out in—"

As he moved to unlock the door, he stopped in his tracks, a look of worry on his face. As his eyes darted across the dark brown finish of the door, his ears picked up the muffled groans and growls of something on the other side. Elijah's muscles tensed as he called out to Percy, expecting his uncle's Brooklyn-tinged accent to respond. Nothing. He called out again. Nothing.

Concerned, Elijah backed away from the door, immediately heading to the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. He unplugged it from the outlet and wrapped the cord around its base, then unscrewed the lampshade from the top, followed by the bulb. Holding it by the end of the bulb socket, he cautiously toed his way back up to the door, his fingers gingerly twisting the lock open. His hand then found the doorknob and gripped just tight enough to turn it, hearing the bolt slide out of the slot. Immediately, the door gave way, and Percy's body slumped forward, slamming into the ground with a resounding "OOF!"

Elijah, exasperated, let out a hefty sigh and dropped the lamp, kneeling down to help his uncle up. "Christ, Perce, you scared the shit outta me. Why didn't you say anything when I called for you?"

Percy, still inebriated, chuckled to himself as he rolled over and pulled himself up to sit. To Elijah, he seemed paler than usual, his skin lacking a little color. "S-sorry, kid. You said I should just relaaaax, you know?" He hiccuped. "In... in-in hindsight? Prrrrobably took it a... little too far, heh heh."

"Alright, well... get up on the bed and rest for a bit," Elijah advised, taking the time to place the bulb and shade back onto the lamp before plugging it back in. "I'm gonna go look around the beach for a while, get out of the room and all so I can be in a good spot for the meet and greet. I'll be back later."

Elijah heard Percy groan before he slipped his shoes on at the foot of the bed, looking out to the hallway. At first sight, he noticed several pieces of clothing and a suitcase strewn about the floor. The wallpaper looked as if it were scratched away in some places, with large patches of it missing from other parts of the wall. His brow wrinkled as he slowly got to his feet, casually stepping out into the hallway. Where he expected a well-lit corridor, he found a dark pathway, barely illuminated by floor lights, some of which flickered and faded. Occasionally, there would be a looming overhead light that would shine over a small patch of the hallway, and in that light, Elijah could see overturned baggage carts, suitcases and luggage bags strewn about in both directions.

"Percy?" Elijah uttered, slowly turning around. "What happened ou—"

Before he could finish, Percy rushed him, tackling him to the ground and attempting to bite him. On instinct, Elijah placed his forearm beneath Percy's neck, yelling at him in the hopes of getting his uncle to come to his senses, but only getting frenzied snarls in response. Percy began to scratch at Elijah's skin, to which his nephew responded by pushing him off and away. They both got to their feet within seconds. Elijah darted for the hotel room, Percy following suit and bursting through the door before Elijah could slam it shut.

Elijah found himself pressed up against the glass of the patio door, fists clenched as his uncle sped towards him. In the light, he could see Percy's graying and discolored skin, his bloodshot eyes, his bleeding gums and dirtied clothes. In the split-seconds before they'd make contact again, Elijah then noticed a small wound on the side of his uncle's leg, starting to piece the situation together.

Percy attacked Elijah again, pushing them both straight through the glass pane. As it shattered, several pieces cut Elijah's skin, a large section embedding itself into Percy's back. They struggled for a few moments, twisting about the small area as Elijah pleaded to his uncle to stop, but failing to get through to him. As Percy's teeth neared the open wound in Elijah's arm, his nephew mustered enough strength to shove him with all his might.

Elijah fell to the ground as Percy stumbled backward, slamming into the patio railing with enough force to send him barreling over the edge, screaming as he plummeted. Elijah heard the screams get quieter and further away until they were silenced by a distant thud. Shaking and seeking to catch his breath, he clambered to his feet and inched closer to the railing, taking care not to step on the glass. The part of the railing which Percy was sent over had been slicked with a dark red substance, something Elijah would avoid as he peered over the side and down to the courtyard of the resort below. He could see the floral print of Percy's shirt, surrounded by a dark shape. Looking about the other patios on the side of the building, he caught a glimpse of someone endeavoring to get to the second floor from a third-floor patio.

As he regained his composure, he strode to the bathroom and searched for a first-aid kit, finding one in the cabinet beneath the sink. Working quickly, he washed off his wounds and removed what pieces of glass found their way into his skin before disinfecting them and wrapping parts of his arms in gauze and bandages. He then searched through his luggage and found a hair tie, putting his hair into a messy bun to keep it out of the way, all before going back over the lamp and preparing it as a weapon, the same way he did before. As he stepped out into the hallway, he found himself with a mission: get to the second floor to find the person making their way down, or if all else failed, escape the resort.

What Are You Listening To?

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Elijah

_{R E S I S T O R O F T H E E N D}

E L I J A H W A L S H

^{"Come on. No matter what, we're getting out of here."}

════ C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T ════ _______________________________________________ _______________________________________________ ════ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ════ 🇺🇸 Elijah Walsh _______________________________________________ 28 | Male | Caucasian | Blood Type: O+ _______________________________________________ Musician ▼ O T H E R I N F O ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Build - Lean, Fairly Fit ► Eye Color - Blue ▼ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Resilience ► Ingenuity ► Compassion ► Aggression ► Endurance ► Coordination ▼ W E A K N E S S E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Prone to Anger ► Stubborn ► Impulsive ► Reckless ▼ L I K E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Music (most genres) ► Writing (usually lyrics) ► Hanging with Friends ► Exploring ▼ D I S L I K E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Isolation ► Deception ► The Smell of Blood ► Those Who Refuse to Help

══════ A P P E A R A N C E ══════ At a height of five feet and eleven inches, with long golden locks to match his well-trimmed beard, Elijah is your typical, run-of-the-mill coffee shop musician, coming in at a lean 148 pounds. He's usually found wearing a raglan tee shirt in any one of several colors, with a pair of black capri pants to match. At times, he can be seen sporting a red flannel shirt over his outfit that's seen some wear over the years, often with the sleeves tucked. Along his arms, coupled with what can be seen along his neck, are an array of various tattoos, each one a conscious decision that carries some personal meaning. His knuckles have also been subject to scarring, a result of his days spent defending himself in the orphanage when he was younger. ═══════ P E R S O N A L I T Y ══════ Elijah considers himself pretty easygoing nowadays, having developed a sense of patience and calm over the years. Though he tends to be friendly to most people he comes across, he stays guarded and keeps to himself so as not to appear vulnerable; all this as a result of trust issues during his formative years. However, when involved in topics of conversation he enjoys, namely things about music, he tends to let down his guard a little. When confronted in a negative situation, Elijah turns to his fighter's instinct to find a quick end to a bad situation, especially when people he cares about are affected. He's willing to lay down his life to defend those who have no problem doing the same, making him a remarkable team player. However, when faced with obstacles he can't overcome, he often gets frustrated, adopting a defeatist attitude, especially under extreme stress, but don't let that confuse you; in times of pressure, he's quick both in thought and action. ═══════ B I O G R A P H Y ══════ As a kid, Elijah Walsh (formerly Caskell) was always a dreamer, often imagining a better life for himself outside the dingy walls of Mary's Love Orphanage. Growing up, he turned to music as a means of distraction from the various woes of his life, cultivating a passion for the guitar and spending as much time as he could in the music room on the top floor. When he wasn't there, he isolated himself away from the other kids, though it didn't stop the constant bullying he received on a daily basis. Things would grow increasingly violent, forcing Elijah to defend himself against the vicious attacks by the other children, some of which were older than him. Because of this, he learned to fight dirty and opportunistically, doing whatever it takes to win. Eventually, he would be adopted by the Walsh family, consisting of himself and his new parents, Leopold and Marie. Life was stressful for a while, and Elijah would sometimes resort to throwing things around when under considerable stress. This didn't stop Leo and Marie from doing their best to raise him, eventually entering him into therapy in the hopes that he would get better. Though the sessions worked out for the most part, Elijah still found himself prone to anger, but was now able to channel it into a more productive and focused outlet, namely through his interest in music. When not in school or in one of a few engineering jobs, he practiced each and every day, honing his craft with the support of his parents behind him. Feeling comfortable with his artistry, he started entering talent contests hosted by the various radio stations in Florida. With a bit of luck and to his parents' surprise, he won a very special contest that allowed him to travel to Los Angeles, California, and record an album to put out to the masses, all at the age of 22. Bidding goodbye to his parents, he packed his bags and headed west, touching down in the Golden State. He met up with a well-known rock producer, recorded his debut solo album, and released it to the public. Within the first month alone, the album sold 7,000 copies, which seemed like a success. He would eventually go on to release a second album which would sell even more than his previous endeavor, allowing him to go on a west coast tour with a special opportunity to perform a concert at the Royal Palms Casino and Resort, on a small island just north of Australia. Traveling from the center of Washington and hitting almost every state on the west coast, Elijah would arrive back in Los Angeles in time to catch a flight out to the last stop in the tour, arriving a day later. With time to kill until the concert, the up-and-coming musician has been spending his time chilling by the pool, occasionally drinking, and soaking in the sun, unaware of the impending doom whose shadow will soon stretch across all of Banoi.

_{E l i j a h ' s T e x t C o l o r : D a r k K h a k i}

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

Will do.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

Would you mind if I used it as well? I currently have a WIP and it would either be completed today or tomorrow.

@Heretic

Feel free. Design wasn't mine to begin with. It did take a little fiddling on my part to get everything to parse correctly; might not be the same for you, but just in case, be prepared for trial and error.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

Love your template, and it does flow extremely well.

Unfortunately, my CS will be as plain as they come.

@Heretic

Wish I could say the template was my design, but I pulled it from other users, as I really liked the aesthetic. Otherwise, mine would have been quite plain as well.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

Here's the sheet for my character. Some things have been shifted around and stylized to better associate with the flow of the sheet. You'll find an example of his voice in the quote listed below his name. Hopefully, everything is to your liking.

Elijah

_{R E S I S T O R O F T H E E N D}

E L I J A H W A L S H

^{"Come on. No matter what, we're getting out of here."}

════ C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T ════ _______________________________________________ _______________________________________________ ════ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ════ 🇺🇸 Elijah Walsh _______________________________________________ 28 | Male | Caucasian | Blood Type: O+ _______________________________________________ Musician ▼ O T H E R I N F O ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Build - Lean, Fairly Fit ► Eye Color - Blue ▼ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Resilience ► Ingenuity ► Compassion ► Aggression ► Endurance ► Coordination ▼ W E A K N E S S E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Prone to Anger ► Stubborn ► Impulsive ► Reckless ▼ L I K E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Music (most genres) ► Writing (usually lyrics) ► Hanging with Friends ► Exploring ▼ D I S L I K E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Isolation ► Deception ► The Smell of Blood ► Those Who Refuse to Help

══════ A P P E A R A N C E ══════ At a height of five feet and eleven inches, with long golden locks to match his well-trimmed beard, Elijah is your typical, run-of-the-mill coffee shop musician, coming in at a lean 148 pounds. He's usually found wearing a raglan tee shirt in any one of several colors, with a pair of black capri pants to match. At times, he can be seen sporting a red flannel shirt over his outfit that's seen some wear over the years, often with the sleeves tucked. Along his arms, coupled with what can be seen along his neck, are an array of various tattoos, each one a conscious decision that carries some personal meaning. His knuckles have also been subject to scarring, a result of his days spent defending himself in the orphanage when he was younger. ═══════ P E R S O N A L I T Y ══════ Elijah considers himself pretty easygoing nowadays, having developed a sense of patience and calm over the years. Though he tends to be friendly to most people he comes across, he stays guarded and keeps to himself so as not to appear vulnerable; all this as a result of trust issues during his formative years. However, when involved in topics of conversation he enjoys, namely things about music, he tends to let down his guard a little. When confronted in a negative situation, Elijah turns to his fighter's instinct to find a quick end to a bad situation, especially when people he cares about are affected. He's willing to lay down his life to defend those who have no problem doing the same, making him a remarkable team player. However, when faced with obstacles he can't overcome, he often gets frustrated, adopting a defeatist attitude, especially under extreme stress, but don't let that confuse you; in times of pressure, he's quick both in thought and action. ═══════ B I O G R A P H Y ══════ As a kid, Elijah Walsh (formerly Caskell) was always a dreamer, often imagining a better life for himself outside the dingy walls of Mary's Love Orphanage. Growing up, he turned to music as a means of distraction from the various woes of his life, cultivating a passion for the guitar and spending as much time as he could in the music room on the top floor. When he wasn't there, he isolated himself away from the other kids, though it didn't stop the constant bullying he received on a daily basis. Things would grow increasingly violent, forcing Elijah to defend himself against the vicious attacks by the other children, some of which were older than him. Because of this, he learned to fight dirty and opportunistically, doing whatever it takes to win. Eventually, he would be adopted by the Walsh family, consisting of himself and his new parents, Leopold and Marie. Life was stressful for a while, and Elijah would sometimes resort to throwing things around when under considerable stress. This didn't stop Leo and Marie from doing their best to raise him, eventually entering him into therapy in the hopes that he would get better. Though the sessions worked out for the most part, Elijah still found himself prone to anger, but was now able to channel it into a more productive and focused outlet, namely through his interest in music. When not in school or in one of a few engineering jobs, he practiced each and every day, honing his craft with the support of his parents behind him. Feeling comfortable with his artistry, he started entering talent contests hosted by the various radio stations in Florida. With a bit of luck and to his parents' surprise, he won a very special contest that allowed him to travel to Los Angeles, California, and record an album to put out to the masses, all at the age of 22. Bidding goodbye to his parents, he packed his bags and headed west, touching down in the Golden State. He met up with a well-known rock producer, recorded his debut solo album, and released it to the public. Within the first month alone, the album sold 7,000 copies, which seemed like a success. He would eventually go on to release a second album which would sell even more than his previous endeavor, allowing him to go on a west coast tour with a special opportunity to perform a concert at the Royal Palms Casino and Resort, on a small island just north of Australia. Traveling from the center of Washington and hitting almost every state on the west coast, Elijah would arrive back in Los Angeles in time to catch a flight out to the last stop in the tour, arriving a day later. With time to kill until the concert, the up-and-coming musician has been spending his time chilling by the pool, occasionally drinking, and soaking in the sun, unaware of the impending doom whose shadow will soon stretch across all of Banoi.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

Where do we post completed character sheets?