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I should be catching up on things this weekend. I'm also looking for a partner for two if anyone wants to work something out!
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11 days ago
I'm at 21 years, but I'm not *that* old despite feeling like I am absolutely archaic. Writing is a hobby regardless of age.
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12 days ago
This pneumonia is hanging on and I'm not doing well with it. Sorry for the long delay, partners.
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25 days ago
Finally feeling a little better, so posts will hopefully be up tomorrow after I try working for a full day!
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27 days ago
Can a girl catch a break? Mycoplasma pneumonia over here.
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Bio
Welcome, welcome!
The short and sweet: I'm an old lady in my thirties, so I ask my partners be 18+. A veteran of many years of writing - I started way back in the days of wolf packs on AOL. Female and pansexual; I write with any and all genders - recently, I'm delving into attempting to write male roles. Dog mom and outdoor enthusiast; medical professional, volunteer firefighter, first responder, and wildlife rehabilitator.
I'm a fairly open book that has written just about everything at some point or another. I tend to write decent to long posts, play female characters (attempting to round that out), and I'm amenable to most ideas. I love slice of life, historical, fantasy, and apocalyptic adventures.
World building is fun, but so is quick play. I have a few partners that go back with me for years that I've built entire worlds and multiple generations with.
I tend to have "flawed" characters; perfection is boring, character development is not. Learning to work through their flaws, or overcome fears, is a driving point to play for me. Some of them have profiles, some of them do not. Preferences are for the dark, gritty, and rough - I don't go for fairy tales because everything being perfect would be boring.
This will keep growing with time, but feel free to PM with any questions or ideas you have in mind! I prefer one on one, but a good group might be able to catch my eye. It's been literally a decade since I wrote in a group because of a mixture of work, mental health, and obligations outside of the online world.
Physical Profile Thin and physically frail, scarred from The Fall both physically and mentally. Both arms have several healed bites and scratches from early on in the outbreak.
History Cassidy was born as the child of an unknown father and a teenage mother, given up for adoption an hour after her birth. A no contact request meant that even when the girl was older, there was no ability to find the young woman who had birthed her. No one had wanted a small, frail girl to adopt with ginger hair and a shy attitude despite her accelerating in school far past her peers. In fact, Cassidy had managed to graduate and begin college by sixteen and had gone on to prestigious programs focusing on nanotechnology and immunology to enhance humans and relieve illness.
Moonlighting and consulting on different projects with the American government, it had been one particular run-in with a military project that had gotten her interested specifically in neural interfacing: Genesis. If they could do what they claimed they could with nanotechnology, then it wouldn’t be impossible to replace human parts with artificial ones, right? Classified though most of that research had been, Cassidy’s brain found itself drawn to and wanting to replicate a lot of the work.
Except her research hadn’t gotten far before the world ended.
Getting out of her lab that was taken over like a tidal wave had been absolute hell. Cassidy had never been a fighter, had never held a gun or even thrown a punch in her twenty years on earth when that had happened. The hungry, angry dead had grabbed her, had bitten her and ripped out chunks of her as she struggled out of the military base that was supposed to be safe.
As it turned out, for the next year, nothing had been safe. There had been nowhere to lay her head for long as she kept moving, somehow not becoming one of the Damned that roamed and occasionally caught her. Without a way to initially research it, there surely had to be something in her genetics, in her natural immunity, that kept her from dying from the infection. Sleeping in attics, hiding in storage containers, finding ways to be invisible became a specialty.
That was, until she came upon a camp while traveling along Oregon’s rocky coastline. That camp became fortified, walls were built, and Cassidy found that some people weren’t so bad. This group, unlike the bandits and rapists out in the wastes of former cities, were good people. Hard-working, reliable, and close to one another. Though she hadn’t ever truly fit into it all, she had been able to build herself a small laboratory once solar panels were brought in - found the things she needed to begin the research to find out why she and some others didn’t die from bites.
And begin to continue her ability to replace limbs - something that had come in handy in an apocalypse, even if the materials were so, so precious to work with.
Companions None.
Connected Characters UK3080 - guarded by Genesis.
United Kingdom #3080
Eden, Freak, 3080, Her female | she/her | unknown, appears 17 | 6’, 162# | brunette, violet, sunkissed | Genesis - UK Variant alone | scarred, branded, tattooed; fully organic | government test subject, soldier (pre-Fall), guard, scout (post-Fall) located in: Camp Hope Light; northwestern tip of Oregon
UK3080 Gen XXVI 1973
Skills & Proficiencies Hand to hand combat - master Firearms - master Knives - expert Intelligence gathering - master Hunting and fishing - proficient Field medicine - passable
Psychological Profile Positive: loyal, protective, steady, goal-driven, obedient, confident Negative: over-protective, loyal to a fault, self destructive, relentlessly independant
Physical Profile Tall, fit, with numerous scars from a life inside of experimentation, the battlefield, and time spent with the Damned after The Fall.
History 3080 remembered little of her childhood, only knowing that she had once had a name and had been an orphan on the streets of Ukraine. From the time she was nine, scientists from England had groomed her into the perfect, detached soldier as they had so many other ‘less dead’ before her.
Most of 3080’s life had been spent training, being used as a government attack dog and specialized soldier. Genesis was a strange thing to be part of, an experiment that killed most people injected with the strange concoctions of mad scientists and government pawns. In and out of the war fields for years and years, experimented on like a lab rat, it was a reprieve when The Fall happened for her. There was no more isolation, no more pacing her cell like a caged animal.
She was let out to do what she had been shaped to do: guard the weak and kill threats. At first, it had been at Fort Knox, helping keep the dead from taking over. It was a slow losing fight, the Damned greatly outnumbering the living, and yet she had tried her hardest. In the end, a command from her handler sent her vaulting over the razor wire, away from a hoard descending on the five men left in the unit - all normal humans.
Go, Eden - find the scientists and keep them alive at all costs.
Finding herself completely alone, with the need to survive, had been beyond strange. Since she had been injected to join the project, there had always been someone watching her, talking to her, keeping tabs on her. The first taste of freedom had come at the cost of the world, and worse yet… she had been released in a place mostly unfamiliar to her: the United States. Most of her life had been spent in Europe and the Middle East, but not here. Not until right before the explosions of towns and bases being set on fire or blown up had happened.
Wandering for years, it had only been by coincidence that she had stumbled onto the ten foot metal walls of Camp Hope Light. A name given from one person, a small woman who looked akin to child in weight, had rung a bell in the experiment’s mind - Taylor.
“What a surprise, Doctor Taylor. You’re one of the people I’m meant to be keepin’ safe.”
Companions None.
Connected Characters Doctor Cassidy Taylor - guard, last given command from handler
Tawny Blanche Neveux
T, Blanche, Nev, Limbs female | she/her | 16 | 5’ 4”, 78# | dark blonde, blue, sunkissed | immune orphaned due to the Damned | scarred; augmented arm and leg - left | student, homesteader (pre-Fall); cook, gardener, gatherer, animal handler (post-Fall) located in: Camp Hope Light; northwestern tip of Oregon
Skills & Proficiencies Cooking - expert Animal handling - expert Hardening - expert Edibles gathering - expert Hunting and fishing - proficient Field medicine - poor Nanotechnology - poor
Physical Profile Gangly and not quite grown into her body, Tawny’s left arm and leg have been replaced after the incident that cost her her entire family. She’s still got growing to do.
History Tawny was born in a very small town in the Louisiana bayous to a mechanic and a homemaker, the oldest of two children. She had always been a caring older sister, and being able to spend time with her mama had always been cherished. Tawny grew up learning how to cook, bake, gather, hunt, fish, and farm everything they possibly could by themselves. Life had been simple and sweet, the people in the town loving and keeping the Cajun culture alive.
No one had expected for the news of the dead coming to life to come onto their televisions and radios, disrupting the slow lifestyle of every member of the little community. Many of them had been self-sufficient their entire lives, making it easy at first to hide out in the swamps. However, as time passed and certain things ran low, including the medicines needed to keep Tawny’s little brother alive. He had autoimmune conditions, making his life hell without certain things to keep him comfortable. Rather than allow her father to venture out alone, the small family had opted to go together.
For two years, they had managed to keep going. It wasn’t always easy, and some of the people they ran across were not good ones. You never knew who you could trust, especially as a child. However, when Tawny was fourteen, it was when everything changed.
The small family had been sleeping in a train car before moving outside of Portland when they heard the rustling outside of the metal box. A small group of the Damned were surely just passing through and they were safe, but that wasn’t the case. Exhausted from constantly moving, one side of the train car hadn’t been completely secured shut - and it let in the end of the family. Trapped inside of a tin can, her mother and brother had been killed first and her father had managed to kill them all with Tawny’s help, but the family was halved.
Her mother had been immune, and seeing the bite on her father’s hand, she assumed he would be too. It surely ran in the family, right? Tawny herself had survived her leg being munched on by a turned toddler.
Except, as they moved to another car to wait out the night, she noticed the signs too late that her father was, in fact, not immune. He turned before she woke, turning into a snarling monster, and had ripped apart her left arm and leg before she had a chance to grab the machete he had always carried. The long muscles were gone, bones shattered, and the useless limbs didn’t help her save her life.
It was her traumatized screaming that brought a party to her, the group having been on a supply run. While most would have killed her and been done with it, the girl had pleaded for her life - and it had succeeded. Tourniquets kept her from bleeding to death, though it hadn’t stopped the infections that set in as the four men took her back to Camp Hope Light at thirteen years old. Somehow, she survived amputation and healing with the help of Doctor Taylor, but she was forever scarred. Her left leg had to be amputated below the knee and her arm right above the elbow, turning her lopsided and awkward.
In thanks to neural interfacing, a horrendously painful and terrifying process that had her screaming and crying for three days as the sockets bonded with her nervous system, Tawny was given a new lease on life. The augmented, false limbs that Doctor Taylor had managed to make her were useful, but needed alteration regularly to keep up with her growing body.
Finding comfort in caring for animals, gardening, gathering from the wilds, and cooking for the small group, Tawny found a way to live in a world where everything had been taken from her. The youngest in the camp, she found that some tried to parent her and others pitied her, but she had bonded with no one except for a llama that had been used to keep the coyotes and bobcats away from the smaller livestock. Bill became her best friend, not judging her age or her accent, and life was beginning to finally feel kind of normal again. After all, she had always enjoyed animals more than people.
Companions
Bill the llama - While he does not like most other people, Bill loves his girl. He has been trained to pack and pull a cart as well as used as protection for the smaller livestock within the walls and the small herd of other llamas and alpacas. They produce wool for the community while also providing meat in undesirable or old animals, just like the sheep and goats. There are also horses, pigs, cows, and assorted birds within the walls for various purposes.
Connected Characters Doctor Cassidy Taylor - augmentation provider
Visual Reference - No anime/manga references, please; photography or realistic art
Name Alias/es Gender and pronouns Age Height and weight Hair, eyes, skin color Notable physical characteristics - scars/tattoos, missing limbs, etc Family, if any Immune or susceptible to the virus?
Role/occupation before and after The Fall
Skills Weapon proficiencies
Psychological weaknesses and strengths Chronic pains/illnesses
In 2020, when the globe began to experience deaths at a rate unseen since the Black Death, it wasn’t as simple as mass loss. Whispers had been coming through for years about governments experimenting with different bacteria and viruses, but who was to say that it was anything more than rumors? Conspiracy theories, surely - something completely unoriginal to the way of modern life. That was, until things began to become even stranger.
At first, it was quarantines of military bases and small, rural towns after the initial pandemic. Illness containment, they had said. Just something that they hadn’t wanted to spread new variants. No one had thought too much about it - it was the CDC and WHO wanting to keep us safe and keep the death tolls down, right?
Wrong.
People started to get suspicious when press releases slowed, when the small towns began to have large fences surrounding them with razor wire and soldiers guarding the perimeters. It was strange, but more alarming was that anyone who dared approach was rumored to be arrested, never seen again.
What in the world was going on?
It was a small town in Kentucky that turned out to be the hotspot that started the downfall. Two curious teenagers found a weak spot in the patrol and managed to cut into the fence, slipping in with curiosity. Walking into the small town of Brown Creek, the population only a couple hundred, had proved to be the beginning of the end. With their iPhones out, they had found that everyone in that town was different. Inhuman. While most of them were upright, others had been gunned down and were rotting corpses in the summer sun.
Everything stank, rank with decay and old blood, and yet their morbid fascination had made them come in further, livestreaming as their former neighbors shuffled around as one. It wasn’t until one of them turned, noticing living beings, that the boys realized that they weren’t looking at living people anymore. Hanging jaws and torn flesh, but they didn’t bleed.
Zombies. The two teenagers had found zombies inside of the quarantine zone.
The end of that stream had been screaming, the devices dropped as the microphones caught the sounds of snarling and snapping, viscera ripped from their bleeding cavities. The first meal the small hoard had been able to consume, and the opening in the fence had started the beginning of an end.
As soon as the bites started, it was impossible to stop. Even with soldiers, law enforcement, and armed civilians dropping the creatures, they were outnumbered and there wasn’t enough ammunition to keep up. Large cities were bombed indiscriminately regardless of the living in them once the plague had taken over the majority of the inhabitants. Power grids went down, communications stopped, and the world was quiet aside from the mulling of the starving dead.
It had only taken three months for the world to break down. While it had started in Kentucky in the United States, other countries had their own hot spots and danger zones. Fleeing survivors, bitten but resistant to the illness, had spread it to others whose immunity hadn’t been so lucky.
Two years after The Fall, settlements were beginning to crop up all over. Those who were lucky enough to stay healthy or not be touched by the Damned found it easier to survive with large walls, weapons, and keen eyes.
Farming kept them fed, hunting and gathering had supplemented it, and with time, less herds seemed to find settlements. Clearing the large groups was incredibly dangerous, but with extreme reward of far more safety. Burning the stinking corpses to ash and letting it fertilize fields also helped increase the crop yield. It was becoming easier, but venturing out was still dangerous.
As the world began to normalize again, it opened up research again on how to help the world. While a vaccine was a long way off, it meant that things like penicillin could be cultivated again. Mining and logging were done as well, but that created issues of potentially running into the undead - and with bites, it was discovered that cutting off the offending limb was the fastest and easiest way to save a living person.
But the lack of limbs was an issue. One that was solved by one mind that was being pushed to the breaking point - Doctor Cassidy Taylor. A scientist who had worked before The Fall, she found that it was easier than previously thought to use nanotechnology most of the world had abandoned to allow for neural interfacing. It allowed for something new: replacement limbs that could act as natural ones, though the feeling in them was hit or miss. There was still much research to be done, but it was something helpful.
However, her science was not the only research being done. Old government experiments were beginning to surface; some good, some bad, and some that would choose to hide in the shadows completely.
With all the ingenuity in the new world of survivors, would they be able to fully take back their world?
This will be set in our current time, with a few notes.
Some humans have natural immunity to the virus - they will be scarred from bites and scratches, but never turned. Doctor Taylor is studying this (and other subjects) in a settlement in the mountains of Oregon. Research can be shared by courier or by radio if different places are lucky enough to have gathered and are using solar panels.
Settlements can be anywhere. Any climate, but size would tend to be limited as most of the world went to the dead. Each will have their own struggles for supplies, the dead, wildlife, etc.
One particular government experiment freed were members of Project Genesis. I will write more about them in the future, but they were essentially super soldiers made by nanotechnology that work with mental links to one another due to higher functioning brain capacity. PM me if you're particularly interested in this to discuss details.
Neural interfacing to replace lost limbs is hell on earth for those who receive replacements. The technology has to literally bind with the nervous system of the user, and it doesn’t always go smoothly. Doctor Taylor is trying to improve this, but has limited resources and no current help.
Multiple characters are encouraged! It helps flesh out the world.
Character sheet template coming soon as well as visual references.
The Damned vary depending on when they turned and where they are. Hot summers cause bloat (and disgusting explosions) for desert dwellers as they rot, freezing climates will create areas where the dead are frozen solid. Over time, the weather cycles will erode and destroy the undead.
While some major cities were bombed out, not all of them were - the military fell before they could get rid of them all in the US. Who knows with other countries? What is known is that metropolitan areas are extremely dangerous and heavily packed with biters.
There will be adult themes, but sexual content will be either edited out/censored or done in PMs/Discord. Given this is heavily violent and gorey, bring a strong stomach for some very dark stuff.
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[color=plum][center][h3]Welcome, welcome![/h3][/center]
[b]The short and sweet:[/b]
I'm an old lady in my thirties, so I ask my partners be 18+.
A veteran of many years of writing - I started [i]way back[/i] in the days of wolf packs on AOL.
Female and pansexual; I write with any and all genders - recently, I'm delving into attempting to write male roles.
Dog mom and outdoor enthusiast; medical professional, volunteer firefighter, first responder, and wildlife rehabilitator.
[center]I'm a fairly open book that has written just about [u]everything[/u] at some point or another. I tend to write decent to long posts, play female characters (attempting to round that out), and I'm amenable to most ideas. I love slice of life, historical, fantasy, and apocalyptic adventures.
World building is fun, but so is quick play. I have a few partners that go back with me for years that I've built entire worlds and multiple generations with.
I tend to have "flawed" characters; perfection is boring, character development is not. Learning to work through their flaws, or overcome fears, is a driving point to play for me. Some of them have profiles, some of them do not. Preferences are for the dark, gritty, and rough - I don't go for fairy tales because everything being perfect would be boring.[/center]
[right]This will keep growing with time, but feel free to PM with any questions or ideas you have in mind! I prefer one on one, but a good group [i]might[/i] be able to catch my eye. It's been literally a decade since I wrote in a group because of a mixture of work, mental health, and obligations outside of the online world.[/right]
[b][center][i]Discord: Honor and Pride#7694[/i][/center][/b][/color]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/c2/9b/dac29b9cc4d13b81c460ab4935f1e147.jpg" /></div><br><br><font color="plum"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Welcome, welcome!</div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b">The short and sweet:</span><br>I'm an old lady in my thirties, so I ask my partners be 18+.<br>A veteran of many years of writing - I started <span class="bb-i">way back</span> in the days of wolf packs on AOL.<br>Female and pansexual; I write with any and all genders - recently, I'm delving into attempting to write male roles.<br>Dog mom and outdoor enthusiast; medical professional, volunteer firefighter, first responder, and wildlife rehabilitator.<br><br><div class="bb-center">I'm a fairly open book that has written just about <span class="bb-u">everything</span> at some point or another. I tend to write decent to long posts, play female characters (attempting to round that out), and I'm amenable to most ideas. I love slice of life, historical, fantasy, and apocalyptic adventures. <br><br>World building is fun, but so is quick play. I have a few partners that go back with me for years that I've built entire worlds and multiple generations with.<br><br>I tend to have "flawed" characters; perfection is boring, character development is not. Learning to work through their flaws, or overcome fears, is a driving point to play for me. Some of them have profiles, some of them do not. Preferences are for the dark, gritty, and rough - I don't go for fairy tales because everything being perfect would be boring.</div><br><br><div class="bb-right">This will keep growing with time, but feel free to PM with any questions or ideas you have in mind! I prefer one on one, but a good group <span class="bb-i">might</span> be able to catch my eye. It's been literally a decade since I wrote in a group because of a mixture of work, mental health, and obligations outside of the online world.</div><br><br><span class="bb-b"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-i">Discord: Honor and Pride#7694</span></div></span></font></div>