They Walk Among Us | Zombie Apocalypse RP | Open

[rowlet]

Name: Lancelot Beck
Nickname: Lance, he prefers Lancelot though
Age: 19
Gender: male
Group or Loner: loner

Likes:
Animals
Helping others
Reading
Motorcycles
Learning
Boys
Hot cocoa
Dislikes:
The undead
Fighting
Rude people
Lazy people
Peanut butter
Fears:
Heights
Getting bitten/dying
Thunder storms (a very irrational fear of these)
Personality:
Lancelot is somewhat skittish, he is incredibly kind and sweet. He doesn't have mean bone in him. He is humble and loves to help others. He is often too trusting and naive. He is rather gullible and loyal. He can be pretty awkward and very clumsy. He prefers to talk things out, instead of fighting, very submissive. He is like a puppy. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Even so, he is incredibly intelligent from his photographic memory quick witted and clever, he makes snap decisions and is pretty adaptable.

Family: an only child his parents are probably dead, somewhere or unknown.
History:
He had an average childhood, nothing majorly tragic or amazing. His family is quite wealthy, and his parents didn't spoil him. All they ever did was focus on his studies, he excelled in school and learned at an incredible speed. He skipped a couple grades or so, and was studying to become a doctor, or surgeon more specifically. He never really got to hang out or socialize, so he ended up being a rather shy and awkwardly adorable guy. He was at school when it all happened and now is trying to get home to his mansion were he knows he will be safe and find supplies. His parents were on vacation somewhere and he lost contact with them.

Clothing Style:usually very well dressed but nowadays a button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up, always a beanie and jeans
Weapon: a revolver with no bullets (uses it mostly for intimidation) and a knife

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Relationship Status: single Lancelot really needs someone strong enough to take care of the dork C;

Other: -

[Gin.]

( Accepted! )

[GhostOfAMemory]

Buck |$| Male |$| MalaMute+GS mix |$| Mood;; Content |$| Doing;; Sharpening his teeth on the bone |$| Tagged;; N/A

He paid no attention to the others, continuing to sharpen his fangs on the bone, then he picked up the rest, padding to the trash can and setting the bones inside the trash can. He padded over to Neko and sat down, picking up the small pup and setting her on the floor. He gently pinned the pup and barked. He looked at Nelia, and nosed her up, glaring at the newcomers before leading his owners sister to her room, Neko in his mouth.

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

"Twenty one bottles of beer on the wall take one down pass it around, twenty bottles of beer on the wall..." The street the boy was walking was immensely quiet. The only sound that could be heard, and only if you were listening for it, was his voice. "...Twenty bottles of beer on the wall, take one down pass it around, nineteen bottles of beer on the wall..." His voice was soft and melodic, barely audible under his breath. Lancelot, as he was named, was starting to lose hope. He still didn't know where he was. If he was going to get home, he would need to get directions or at the very least a map. He was ashamed, he didn't even remember his own way around his hometown. He was alone, running out of food and didn't have a decent weapon, the only reason he was alive was probably because of his quick thinking and the fact that he took lesser traveled on roads. He kept singing the song, he had gotten so restless of the quietness. He still kept his eyes open, and alert though. He paused looking around, he could of sworn he just heard people speaking. He gripped his knife uneasily and kept going posies for action.

[vogue]

the girl could hear singing. a soft, melodic voice, a voice that could put one to sleep. the girl grabbed her gun out of holster, holding it in two hands as she walked carefully towards the noise. she was so light and graceful that there was barely no sound of her boots moving across the pavement. suddenly, farrah spotted a moving figure up ahead, walking away. a walker, perhaps? she began to pick up her pace and ran carefully, giving an illusion of almost floating down the street. she got close to the person, it was a male. the girl's grey eyes narrowed towards him as she watched him carefully, silent following a few feet behind. when he stopped, she did as well. it was dead silent. the fifteen year old cleared her throat to give an indication of her presence. her gun was still in both her hands, it was slightly raised, but not raised enough for her to shoot the boy.

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot nearly jumps, startled from the sudden noise. He turns, facing the origin of the sound. It was a person of course, at this point he had never heard a walker clear their throat. He gazes at the girl resisting the urge to flee. He had no reason to be afraid he scolds himself, it was just a measly teenage girl, right? He glances at the gun in her hands, unlike his own, hers probably had bullets. "Oh uhm... Hello there." he greets shyly."My name is Lancelot. I come in peace." He couldn't believe he tried to joke around now. He swallows a lump in his throat."Who are you?"

[vogue]

farrah watched him, gripping her gun noticably tighter. she looked at him, that joked he tried to pull wasn't very appropriate in a time like this. she ignored his question...he didn't seem like much of a threat. "lancelot? what kind of name is that?" she questioned back, grey eyes checking him for any weapons or walker bites. nothing, except a gun in his hand. he was weak to her, she know that well already. "i'm farrah."

[AirbendingNomad]

(Hello. ^.^ Are you guys accepting?)

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot couldn't help but frown, even after the apocalypse people still ridiculed him for his name. Typical... he scoffs. "My parents were huge on medieval history, okay?" he answers noticeably bothered."Look, I'm not going to hurt you, and I really hope you aren't going to hurt me, I'm not bitten, now are you?" he asks, slowly lowering his gun. He was acting like such a wimp the girl was probably more afraid of a child at this point.

[vogue]

(Hello. ^.^ Are you guys accepting?)

[ i believe they still are c: ]

"i don't want your life story." she scoffed at him mentioning why his parents named him that. she rolled her eyes, placing her gun swiftly back in her holster. her hand moved to her knife slowly, just to give him an idea she had more weapons then him. she also had a backpack that was packed with clothes, food, and water, but it was slowly running out. she'd need to scavenge for some more stuff soon. "do i look bitten?" she said sarcastically, before stepping closer to him. "got any bullets in that thing?" she asked about his gun. it didn't look like it, but perhaps there were.