[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[Hekomi]

[[ Sweet. xD I can't wait to see how this all turns out. c: I'll be working today but should get a post in provided I have things to reply to ^^ ]]

[dooze]

[[ AGENT T E M P T I Z :: 737009 ]]

Mood: Annoyed and trying to flirt. Tiny bit afraid [Don't tell her I told you that.]
Talking to: Charles
Health: 100%
Location: Main Floor of Parking Garage

Bright red lips smirked as the bullets lodged into the heads of the zombies the agent had shot them at."Charles, hmm?" she said to herself as he introduced himself. "The government definitely wants us survivors to stay in groups, it only makes sense for when the waves come," Temptiz pointed out. "And anyways, it looks like everyone is well protected, no one is helpless." The agent started to wonder if she was talking to herself when she realized Charles' attention drifted to the other members of the group. They started to walk, while Temptiz just stood there staring at the motionless zombies, liquid gushing everywhere. She let out a breathy laugh, then turning around, realizing the group was leaving and dashed away, the leather boot heals echoing in the empty room. They entered the mall and went to the bar. Temptiz craved red wine to at least touch her tongue. She looked at Charles pleadingly, "Are we allowed to take some wine?" She went up to a table and gasped. "A boy..." she said. The sweet voice of the small girl whimpered for help. "Where are they?"

FARRIS' PHILLIE

Name - Phillis "Phillie" Oliver Hansen
Age - Six
Gender - Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - none
Strengths - being under pressure, running
Weaknesses - death, remembering memories of parents and sister

Appearance - Phillie has short, brown hair that is pretty thin. His hair is straight and he has bangs that go to his mid forehead. His eyes are almond shaped and a deep chocolate, almost black. His mother was half asian and his eyes show that. He has long legs but overall is petit. He is currently wearing a blue tee-shirt and ripped jeans. He stands 3' 2" and weights 36lbs

Personality - Phillie is shy, but curious. Once he warms up, though, he is your average, bubbly, wild, obnoxious kid. He is curious about animals, but particularly prefers frogs. He loves pranking and being silly.

History - Phillie had a sister, mother, and father, that is... until the zombies got them on a family trip to the mall. Phillie ran as fast as he could to safety as his family was devoured. Before he had left, he lived in a suburban neighborhood and had a dog, who he has no idea the location of. He was born 1 and 1/2 months premature, hence the littleness.

[*~Sharni~*]

[*jumps into post causing huge awkwardness* Well, hello people xD Now... what to do o.O Anyone want to help me out here? xD Sharni is clueless ]

[princess pudding]

AUTUMN'S ZANE

Name - Zane Ezben.
Age - 16, although he looks a bit younger for his age.
Gender - Male.
Status - Alive.
Weapons - Uses a pocket knife and his Dad's previous shot gun. Not much use.
Strengths - Speed is his best option against the infected. Because of his age and fitness, it gives him an advantage.
Weaknesses - He doesn't work well with others because of his previous encounters. He is also full of age due to the death of his parents, and often gets to close to the infected.

Appearance - Although he looks younger, he is of about sixteen, with a strong but fit build. He has dark copper eyes that look amber in the sunlight, and dark brown [nearly black] hair that he keeps at a normal length, just above his eyes. Zane wears plain clothing that doesn't stand out, and normally has a dark look on his face that expresses his crappy life. He raley ever smiles.

Personality - Although he looks angry most of the time, Zanes hiding a pretty soft personality. He is kind, gentle, and caring towards the ones who trusts, although he shuts out just tabout everyone else. He is short tempered and becomes angry very quickly, with little patience. He can be cold-hearted if you get on his bad side, which can come out pretty easily. Because of thel oss of everyone he cared about, he dislikes others tring to comfort him or get close to him, which includes flirting. He can snap if you try to hard, and once he'd gone out, you really can't stop him.

History - Although he rarley talks about it, he has a rough history. At a younger age, he watched as his parents were torn limb from limb by 'The Devils' he likes to call them. He ran away, and has never forgiven himself for leaving his parents to suffer. He has lived on his own with his dog, Bruno, struggling to mantain a life in such a cold world.

[Hekomi]

[[ Sharni; I placed your characters with the other, they're all in a bar right now. ^^ Autumn, looks great, I'll add you soon. Feel free to post. c: I'll post Charles later for Farris, since he can interact with her. ]]

[Bearsy <3]

[[Yay, this looks like it'll be awesome. C: I'll get around to posting soon, but in the meanwhile if anyone wants to start a conversation with Rick, I'd happily get back to you tomorrow at the latest. <33]]

[intriguing]

((I just wanted to check up before I posted a form that this is definitely still accepting. Also which gender would you prefer me to make my charcter, I'm pretty much open to either c: Thanks in advance, Mags ))

[Hekomi]

[[ Bearsy, sounds good. Charles might talk to Rick. ^^

Magique; we are definitely accepting. ^^ I would prefer males but I'm not picky either way. Though at this point I would like to see more teenage/adult character. ]]

[Awnry~Kitten]

~::OOC: Hai there everyone >///<
How are you all doing?::~

X Killas 07 X

Name - Robert "Rob" Micheal Cross
Age - 18
Gender - Male
Status - Very much alive, only a few scrapes and bruises but otherwise completely fine
Weapons - 2 Glock 17s, Au4 yIgoto auto-shotty
Strengths - running and jumping fences/ charismatic, humorous
Weaknesses - sometimes feels his dog, Bryan is a good help, and also a bit of a hassle to travel with /passive-aggressive, sometimes holds grudges

Appearance - Shoulder-length, silky brown hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, a light natural tan, thin athletic build, 5'8", Rather skater-esque style of clothes, likes hats but doesn't wear them too often, prefers bright color tees, loves matching brightly colored kicks, and looks good in all his jeans.
Bryan is a golden brown mini-Doberman/Chihuaha mix, all traits leaning toward the Doberman genes including height, ears, and facial features. He has a thin, long tail that indicates the Chihuaha genes, and like all small dogs, he thinks a big scary monster but he's really a nosey little teddy bear.


Personality - Rob doesn't really fight with anyone, he just minds his own mostly. He makes friends easily, mostly because he's rather funny sometimes, or he has a good input in the conversation. He's pretty laid back, except when he has to defend himself. In these dark times, he finds comfort in having to move past the infected by thinking of it as a game. He gets from point A to point B without getting bitten, and possibly keeps count of his kills like a score. He also tries to plan things ahead fir the better. Preferring to kill from far away to secure the path to safety, he attempts to shoot down as many infected as he can, while unfortunately keeping in mind the amount of amo he allows himself to use to keep from running out at a bad time. He's been doing pretty good so far, although finding a stash of ammunition in random places anytime now would be fantastic.

History - Growing up with his grandparents, now deceased, he has always been taught to protect and love what he owned with his life and all his heart, and to never take for granted the things he has been blessed with. This way there would be no room for regret when they are finally gone or taken from your. They loved him and supported him like no other, and he didn't know what he would do without them when they were finally gone. The one thing they didn't approve of in his life was ironically what kept him alive. His grandfather always kept a loaded shotgun in a safe in case they needed it, and he had only ever bared it threateningly when a few of Rob's new friends came around the house. His grandparents knew they were up to no good. Rob just figured they grew up in the poorer parts of town, which resulted in the way they dressed and spoke. Until one day, they came around, waving around some pretty sharp looking guns and such. Then they offered Rob to join their crew, and that's when his grandfather came out, telling the boys to go home and bin their arms. Rob was about to consider joining around the time when the first outbreaks were reported. When the epidemic had spread through his county, his grandparents' were at the clinic, and there was a crisis. They got bitten by a couple of the infected patients and when they got home, they looked terrible. Rob knew well what would happen, and it was exactly what he had heard about right before his very eyes. Bryan wouldn't even go near them, he just kept growling at them and snarling like they were monsters or something. He told them to lay down and take a nap, and watched as they took their last breaths as human beings. Rob knew what he had to do, the only way to save them. He got out his grandfather's shotgun and did what he had to do with tears in his eyes. He decided to pay his new friends a visit, taking Bryan with him always, and when he arrived at his gang leader's house, everyone, including the crew's front man were done. It looked like he had done the same as Rob had with his family, only he also took his own life. Rob left sorry for him, and said a short prayer. Then he took his leader's gun, and other stocks left in the rooms and garage, and stuffed them in his bookbag, slinging his grandfather's shotty on his back.

[princess pudding]

{Thank you. I'm not sure how much I'll be on today, I'm busy with a math test, so I might be on and off.}