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

[dooze]

[If I disappear spontaneously, it's because Charlie Brown Christmas is on soon :D]
[[ 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

Leather boot heels clanked on the ground again as Temptiz approached Charles. He had an accent that sounded vaguely familiar, but she wasn't able to put her finger on it. She waved her hand in front of her face and now stood next to the man, who was a good eight inches taller than her. She looked at his skin tone, then her own. Compared to his tan skin, she was just a ghostly figure. He had hard green eyes that focused on the zombies. Temptiz stared at one in particular, one by the wall. Its mouth gaped open as if panting and headed straight towards Charles. She pulled her small shotgun out from in her boot, loaded a bullet into it and shot at the rotting, alive corpse. "I believe you haven't formally introduced yourself," Temptiz reminded him, loading her gun with another bullet, pulling the trigger at the same zombie. She showed no fear even though in the pit of her stomach, she wondered what would happen next.

Temptiz dare not go past where Charles was standing, he inched a couple centimetres in front of her as she went by his side, and she figured he may not like being too close to other people while doing such serious work. When she heard the smash, her attention shifted and she looked to see what it was, although at the same time she wondered if it was a trap.

Taking another bullet from her pocket, she loaded it into her black gun again and shot at the two zombies going towards the smash. "So you're basically the foster home for survivors, eh?" Temptiz said, her body shaking from recoil.

[kimmy1479]

((I assume Arron was the noise on the side of the building XD))

~Aaron~

Aaron's breathe was short and ragged, and his eyes scanned his surroundings for a way to help himself get back up. He saw none. His fingers ached from their exertion, and his shoulder felt like it would pop off any moment now. His fingers where starting to slip, and he heard the wordless moaning of the half dead creatures coming closer to him. He tried to reach up his other hand, but than he saw two of them coming closer to him. He couldn't let go; it would be all too easy for them to peg him off if he was lying unconscious in the street. Then what could he do? But then he saw someone. A man was bounding towards him. A human, fully alive; it had been a while since he had seen one of those. Relief flooded him, before Arron remembered that, whether this man meant to help him or not, he was still dangling dangerously over the ground with two monstrous half dead creatures walking towards him.
With his spare hand, since he couldn't reach the rail, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. Using all the strength he could muster, Arron let loose his weapon and watched it sail through the sky, hoping it might just hit one of the zombies and injure it in some way.

[maxlet]

((Hekomi, Danny was meant to still be with Charles. I'm sorry if my post made it seem otherwise.))

[capricious]

{WIP}

USERNAME'S CHARACTERS

[size=90][list]Name -
Age - Any age is fine.
Gender - Please make a male. ^^ We have lots of girls, haha.
Status - [alive, dead, injured, etc, more for keeping track during the roleplay]
Weapons - any weapons they have
Strengths - list 2+ physical/personality strengths
Weaknesses - list 2+ physical/personality weaknesses

Appearance - Brief physical appearance 3-5 lines; if you want include a picture, NO ANIME, and make sure you use photography that is allowed to be used offsite [ie. not copyrighted works]

USERNAME'S CHARACTERS

[size=90][list]Name -
Age - Any age is fine.
Gender - Please make a male. ^^ We have lots of girls, haha.
Status - [alive, dead, injured, etc, more for keeping track during the roleplay]
Weapons - any weapons they have
Strengths - list 2+ physical/personality strengths
Weaknesses - list 2+ physical/personality weaknesses

Appearance - Brief physical appearance 3-5 lines; if you want include a picture, NO ANIME, and make sure you use photography that is allowed to be used offsite [ie. not copyrighted works]

[kimmy1479]

(Sorry, missed it; my bad. XD Also, I apologize for shortness; must go. Have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow -_- )

~Ashia~

Surprised, Ashia nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. Clutching her kitchen knife, she turned. But there was no zombie there; instead it was a person. A real human person; she hadn't seen one in quite a while, and the site was enough to stun her for a moment.
"Yes, I-I'm fine." she answered back, relief flooding her mind. "And no, I'm not with them, but do you know who the heck made that explosion?" she asked, curious. She had stopped herself from actually trying to go into the building, but that only made her curiosity grow more; maybe this man could tell her what she wanted to know. That is, if he himself actually knew anything. During the apocalypse though, it was doubtful that anyone knew anything...

[Yuki.]

Grace and Kanen werent aware of the zombie coming at them. All they could see was blasts of light from peoples guns as they fired through the darkness. A moan seemed to stand out from the rest. It grew closer and closer by the second. It came from the side, but still the echoed tricked them to thinking it was from the crowd in front. Grace stood there with her hands over her ears like a child while Kanen stood protective beside her. Grace was suddenly taken to the ground by a figure. She screamed as she held the zombie back with her hands. Its face dropped dead pieces of skin and scabs as it tried to get a nip of her fllesh. Grace screamed again as Kanen stood stunned as he watched himself fail his quest to keep Grace alive.
He snapped back to reality as kanen grabbed a small knife that hung on his belt. He slit the zombies throught as the juiced dripped onto Grace. Kanen reached a hand out to help Grace up. Grace got up by herself, still stunned from what just happened. "You- You... killed him?" She said as she wiped her face from the stinging liquids. Kanen growled as she took his help as a offensive move. "Him? Grace, get it straight, these things arent human! Or at least anymore. They're trying to kill us, like were turkey on Thanksgiving." Kanen found himself heavy breathed as he yelled at Grace. Her face was soft as tears fell from each cheek. "I thought you understood? These are people" More drippes came faster from each cheek. Grace nelt down and folded the arms of the dead zombie. "If you were a zombie, how would you like your body to be treated as a firing target?" She walked a little away and stood there for a minute

[Sherlock]

WIT'S CHARACTERS

Name - Declan Reginald Rai
Age - 12
Gender - Male
Status - alive
Weapons - Revolver, Hunting knife and a Lighter.
Strengths - Independant, smart and ambitious
Weaknesses - Impatient, Out bursts or rage.

Appearance - x
Declan is a young boy with chocolate brown eyes and medium wavy hair. He is lightly tanned and has a medium build, he generally wears jeans and a black cotton top. He has a slight British accent but you don't notice unless he brings it up, He also has a small but prominent scar across his arm where he was cut by a knife, in a freak accident.

Personality - Declan is a shy boy who tries to makes everyone smile even in the darkest of situations, he is a very serious sort of person and tends not to speak much and believes 'actions speak louder then words' He has a great feel of the emotions of people around him. Though he is ambitious and strives to achieve for the best and protect the people around him, when he fails he can go into bursts of rage which affect his decisions and makes him even more impatient then he already is.

History - Declan lived a semi-normal life before the outbreak, with his lovely sister Leah, who also happened to be his twin, they did everything together and when the infection started they fought together and had to kill their parents with their own hands, they were together running through the streets looking for anyone not infected with the virus. One day when they were being chased leah slipped and fell, Declan went to save her but it was too late, a half decayed Zombie had already infected her, she dramatically changed colour, before she turned Declan killed the zombie with one shot and then had to eliminate her. Since then he has not been the same and has been deathly afraid of anything in his peripheral vision and what might be behind him.

{no on knows his history though ^^;}

[ThisAndThat]

Alana
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"I- um, i havent been keeping track of time. I would say we had the accident least five days ago."
She paused for a moment, and thought.
should i let him see my wound? If i am infected, i could die. Maybe if i could get to my bow....
She shifted her weight and looked at her pack. It was a couple feet away, and she would have much time to act.
May as well let him see it.
Alana lifted the back of her dirty shirt up. She shifted away from the tree and winced in pain. She carefully un-wrapped the cloth over her stomach and back, reviling the wound.
"So..... am i, uh, bit?"


Micky
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Banging on the library doors failed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something in the library dart across the room. Something that stood hunched over.
"Miss Wilgret! I saw you! Please! Please let me in before they get me!"
Nothing happened. He banged on the doors and began shouting, hopefully alerting someone that could help. Without success, he fell to the ground as if just shot in the heart. He began to sob.
No one..... i feel so alone...

Sorry the posts are so short, i have such a writers block write now.

[Bearsy <3]

BEARSY <3'S CHARACTERS

Name - Richard Hill (Rick, Ricky)
Age - 23
Gender- Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - Rick carries a hatchet for close range (with two knives for back-up/cutting stuff in reserve), with a Glock (plus silencer) and an AK-47 as his last resort (he rarely tells others about the last; see history for explanations)
Strengths - He's able to keep a remarkably steady head in most tense situations, possibly thanks to his training, but mostly from his brave nature and selflessness. While Rick won't always be the first to start something, he has the strength to finish up and make the tough decisions. Physically, he has good stamina and could continue running for far longer than he's ever needed to; though he's not about to test it without cause.
Weaknesses - With Rick's selfless and sensitive way of thinking, he's at risk of spending too long dwelling on any mistake rather than moving on. Although he doesn't panic easily, the sight of fire can stress him out like nothing else and make it hard for him to keep calm and in control. He's incredibly passionate about those he loves, which can sometimes cloud his judgement and instead he'll focus on just keeping them safe, not anyone else. Physically, Rick isn't a particularly good climber; ladders and things with easy footholds are fine, but he prefers to keep his feet on the ground where possible.

Appearance - Rick's build is lean and tall, standing at 6'2", with a fair amount of muscle on his arms; broad shoulders stand out and make his uniform seem all the more intimidating. His long legs give him a large, ground covering stride which, coupled with his stamina, makes him a good runner and "scout".
Dark blond hair is left fairly short atop his quietly handsome face; large blue eyes, prominent cheek bones and lips that are able to go from serious, "workmode" to smiling and joking in an instant. A small amount of stubble coats his strong jaw, though not for fashion, just a lack of time and resources.

Rick wears a plain white shirt and jeans, though his police badge is attached to his belt loop still. His shoes are strong, hiking-type boots that are scuffed and scratched from all their use. On his hip rests the holster for his Glock, along with his hatchet, tied by a loop of rope to a belt loop. Rick carries a medium size back pack filled with a few changes of clothes, ammunition, a couple of extra knives, tinned food and snack bars, two canteens of water, a thin blanket and his AK. It's highly unlikely that he ever parts from this; he uses it as a pillow while he sleeps, and takes it everywhere.

Personality - Rick is a strong, sensible leader type, who lacks the "apha male" mentality, so allowing him to reside lower down any pecking order, but pop up to take control when needed. He's just as happy to follow as to lead, but will only challenge the one in charge if he feels that he or others will be put in danger by their decision. He is confident and usually comes across as trust-worthy; he seems like one of those big brother types who'd always have their friend's back. There's good reason for that though, as he's incredibly loyal to people he cares about.
Rick can be stubborn, and he won't give in easily if he thinks there's still a chance of getting something done. He's a fighter, and when faced with a situation where others would just put a gun to their own heads and end it all, Rick will keep on trying to get away, to survive. He's quick-thinking, but often finds elaborate and complicated, or foolhardy plans; while he may be able to use his smooth-Cop voice into action to persuade people, what he's actually saying may come out sounding rash and even convuluted.

History - Rick had just finished training to become a police officer before the first signs of the "outbreak"; after that he was rushed through the end of the process and immediately set out to regular duty. He had the job of protecting small evacuations from his town to the next, supposedly "safer", twonship. Once it became clear that things... weren't working out, Rick took his last group of survivers off, away from the intended path and off North. Even though he was low down the chain of command, his decision was allowed, simply because the other Police and Army officers had lost communication with the destination. Luckily for them, one of the people he evacuated happened to be an illegal arms dealer (they weren't aware of that at the time xD) who supplied them with the AK-47's, his speciality, and silencers. He's unwilling, however to tell others about it, as he's worried that they'll attempt to steal it or force him into using it as a threat to other groups. Since then, the group was gradually worn down due to illness, injury and carelessness until just Rick remained. He's been surviving mostly off of blind luck so far, and is desperate (though he may not admit it) to find another group.
Before all that, he was just a regular kid; from the age of ten he wanted to be in the police, just like his father. He had two sisters, who he hasn't seen since the outbreak began, and a brother. All are missing, presumed dead/walkers.

{{Yes, he is loosely (or extremely, as the case may be) based off of Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead. I apologise for that; I'm just in love with him as a character. x3}}

[Hekomi]

[[ Just letting you guys know I'm not going to be able to post for a while, I have an exam on Monday I super badly need to study for. ^^ After that I'll be good to go. ]]