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[Pewdiepiee]

-When will we start? c:-

[ᴄʜᴇʀɴᴏʙʏʟ]

{ I've already posted a starter; let me go get it. :] }

Kiley:
Kiley awoke to the sounds of absolutely nothing. In her mind she created the sounds of birds chirping, their different vocals and calls- All gone. The birds were first to go, their small lungs crumbled faster than ashes. She sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily every so once in awhile. She unpackaged a granola bar, taking a bite while she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. She had spent the night under a bridge that went over a dry river. She adjusted her gas mask, looking around as she breathed in deeply.

Xaiver:
Xaiver hustled his way across a meadow, shimmying across the tall grass. He knew he'd be seen by the grass being crushed down; but at least they wouldn't have a clear shot at him if he ran across the meadow. He had seen a woman and her child crossing frantically, only to be shot down with her child. At the time it made knots in his stomach, but now he had experience and history with the violence. Unforgettable moments and moments where he thought he was done for. Too many times he ha almost faced death.

[adoxography]

Alexandrea Jane Scott.
Age:17
Status:Single
Sexuality:Bisexual
Where:Hell if I know.
With:Alone

The quiet hum of the machinery in Alex's car seemed to echo off the trees as she drove along a seemingly deserted road. All was calm and quiet as opposed to a few gun shots in the distance. It seemed as if the sound of death had immedeately replaced the birds. Finally the stopped, and scooped up the ball of limp fur curled up in her lap. She tore the foggy gas mask off and tossed it aside before wiping a few stray tears. If this was going to be done, it had to be quick, so that she could hide her car in the woods somewhere, though she doubted she'd have it much longer. She got out, cradling the ball of fur as she hastily dug a hole in the soil. "I'm sorry little guy. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you." She mumbled before kissing the head of her sugar glider, of whom had sufficated from the toxic gasses in the air. She'd even been able to find a make-shift gas mask of melted plastic for her dog, but couldnt find a way of purifying air fast enough to maintain her smaller companion. A silent sob raked her back as she set him in the small grave and buried him. She finally patted the dirt mound and stuck a cross of sticks and long grass at the head of it, her quick retreat to the car and her disappearance.

[Pewdiepiee]

Joey:
Joey had already been awake before the sun came up. He was snacking on a loaf of bread he had found. He thought it would be okay to eat since it was still in a bag. He gave his dog a couple of pieces, hopefully it was enough for a big dog like Couver. He grabbed his back pack and took out a canteen filled with fresh store water. He put some in a small ball and pushed it in front of Couver, then chugged the rest of it down. He knew it was a waste of water and he should have saved it, but at least he was full now. He put his back pack on his back and wrapped up his tent and sleeping back. He put them in a large bag and carried that on his back as well. He started walking with Couver at his heels, never leaving his side, maybe a few stops to mark his territory. Joey walked until he found a great hiding spot that was hidden in an abandoned home, in the basement so it was safe, he was sure wasn't occupied and set his things down. He set his tent back up and put his sleeping bag inside. When he was finished setting up everything, he took out a home made pan he made out of anything he could find lying around. He took out his sickles and went off to look for an animal he could kill. The best thing he could find was a helpless bunny rabbit that had probably escaped from the nearby pet store. He held up his sickles and threw them at the bunny. The first time he missed, but the second time he was a success. He picked up the rabbit and headed back to his camp. He took out a lighter and lighter fluid he had found and sprayed the lighter fluid on some sticks he picked up on the way back. Once he got a fire started, he skinned the dead rabbit and threw it on his pan until it was good and ready. He cut it in half and put it in his dogs bowl so he could eat it. He slowly ate his piece, trying to savor every taste of it.

[ᴄʜᴇʀɴᴏʙʏʟ]

{ I've already posted a starter; let me go get it. :] }

Kiley:
Kiley walked out from under the bridge, blinking her eyes irritably as the sun shone bright through the plastic lens of the gas mask. She breathed in deeply, creating soft breathing noises while she hiked up a hill; the grass that use to cover it dead and dry. Crunching noises were created under her army styled boots, the grass breaking easily; the shattered remains turning to dust. She planned on raiding a small country town that she knew surely had not been looted too bad. The problems were there wasn't much foliage around the town, causing her to become a walking target, hoping that luck would save her. She sat behind bushes, watching the clearing for any sign of movement. After five minutes of inactivity, she stood and rushed to the nearest building, hear ears open for noises, her eyes wide for movement. She dove under cover, making her seem a bit odd looking maybe even funny but it was just average precautions. The water canteen and small athletic bag were dangling from her sides, the items in the bag making slight noises as well as water sloshing.

[selenite.]

Kay

Kay woke up and picked her head up off killers back. She looked at her quiet little hound sleep in the dirt. A filthy tear ran down her cheek as she looked around to see nothing but dead skeletons of the building they worked so hard to build at one time. She wanted to bring them all back in time, to go see her family. She knew that was on option now, the damage was done, now it was her job to survive. She patted Killers head in attempt to wake her up. Successfully Killer stood and wagged her tail happily. Kay smiled and pulled out a old rag and a rubber band from her pocket, she successfully cover Killers mouth and put the rubber band around it. She admired the makeshift gas mask. She slipped her own mask on and nodded straight ahead to a large abandoned house. Killer knew exactly where she was going and shot way ahead of her, practically flying forward. Kay smiled behind the mask and followed behind her, her combat book crunching through the dead grass and dry dirt.

[pocarii]

((Terribly sorry to interrupt, but is it still possible to join with both a male and female?))

[ᴄʜᴇʀɴᴏʙʏʟ]

{ Of course. :] We're always accepting new members; and the Role Play's just begun so you won't be missing much. }

[pocarii]

Madison Jay Woods

"Paradise by Coldplay"
"When she was just a girl
"She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly."

Madison Jay Woods
Nicknames: Maddy ; Mads ; Jay


Age | Nineteen years old
Birthday: October 31
Birthplace: Miami, Florida, USA

"Paradise by Coldplay"

"La la la La
La la la

So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo"

Sweet and quiet, you're more likely to find her reading a nice book in a comfy chair then out at a party flirting with some boys. She'd the queen of bookworms, loving to read anything from myths and fables to articles found in science magazines. For such a quiet person, she is very creative which is probably why she excels so much in the arts. The problem? She's too shy to express her ideas around others for fear of rejection.
What she doesn't have in confidence she has in sweetness. She's the little innocent sweetheart that is nothing short of an angel. She is incredibly skeptical of things that might get in her in trouble, either declining or too busy being the lookout to really enjoy herself. She's nice to people, but her real kindness revolves around animals. Give her five minutes and she'll be playing around with any animal as if she were one of them, and they don't seem to mind much either. Her high intelligence is also focused on animals, always ready to learn a new fact on any animal, and just as eager to share. Her favorite subjects include readng and science - no surprise there.
With music, she isn't picky at all. You could have the Top 100 playing and switch to country and she'll be just as happy singing along to either. You can find her on Youtube looking up the lyrics to songs just so she can sing along. This is also when her shyness comes in, because she doesn't like for others to hear her sing or read her writing, mainly because she is always critiquing herself and finding something wrong. Whether she isn't being descriptive enough or she didn't play a not correctly. She does have a lovely voice though, but refuses to believe others when they tell her.
She can be easily offended, though she can hide it very well until she's alone and then either expresses her emotions through writing or thinks of a comeback five hours later(don't we all?). She isn't really the type of person who "reacts" to things. More or less she smiles or laughs or comments and then it's over for her.
Socially, she prefers hanging with the boys than the girls, agreeing with the guys on everything about girls. Too much drama, too much talking, too prissy, too complicated. She would rather be playing two hand touch football than painting her nails(which she NEVER does). Along with painted nails, you will never find her wearing skirts or dresses, wearing high heels, giggling like a little girl, squealing, wearing earrings, wearing bikinis, liking the colors pink or purple, flirting(her innocent personality makes it so that she just doesn't understand it. Not how to use it, or when it's being done on her), or really doing any of the stuff "normal" girls would.
If you're waiting to hear about her rebel side, she doesn't have one. Ever since she was little, she's had it practically drilled into her head the principles of respect, kindness, and 'if you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all.' Trying to get her to absolutely hate something is near impossible - her optimistic attitude and 'seeing the good in everything' prevents her from being as pessismistic as others. You'll rarely find her actually complaining or even just saying 'no', a problem that she knows she has but doesn't have the heart to change. She's also a sap for sob stories, usually getting conned unless someone warns or stops her in advance.
As for romance, Madison's innocence makes her dense to flirtatious advances. Either be straightforward or be unexpectedly friendzoned(be warned, this happens rather quickly). She's never been in a relationship and she enjoys her alone time so don't expect her to be the spitting image of a prefect girlfriend.
Likes: Animals, music, writing, YouTube, fishing, football, computer games, Dr. Pepper, scuba diving

Dislikes:Rollercoasters, sky diving, bungee jumping, tea,
Fears: Thunderstorms, flying

Dreams: Become a world-renounced zoologist and open her own zoo
Hobbies:Reading, writing, sketching, playing the clarinet, horseback riding,




Madison was a planned child, born to Aron and Jay Woods in Miami, Florida. Her parents were both biologists - her father a zoologist and her mother a marine biologist so it was no surprise when the girl took to animals almost immediately. By the time she was two she was fluently reading short chapter books and she was tested for gifted in first grade at the age of seven, passing with flying colors. Her academic excellence only increased with the additional biology lessons her parents gave her on the weekends and though they pushed her rather hard, she never complained. In second grade she began learning how to play the clarinet and was praised as a 'natural.' When she got into third grade she was called out of school by her father and learned her mother had died on a temporary station out in the Atlantic. The cause: an unforcasted tropical storm. Heartbroken, she continued through school with exceptional grades but began shying away from those around her to protect herself from any more pain. Not even her father was able to help her through that brief period.

Moving to high school, Madison successfully reentered society by mapping out her future. She started smiling again, laughing, and all together becoming who she is now. Still, she let her studies limit just how much fun she had and became the nerdy goody two shoes of the class. Her need of glasses only encouraged this stereotype but she now uses contacts with a pair of glasses as a back up. She was just about to start college when the apocalypse left her as a Bandit with Kai.

Family: Aaron Woods - her biological father - is her only living family member. She was an only child.
Pets: A three year old male Rottweiler named Rocco
Significant Memories:Death of her mother, getting Rocco, period of grief

"You Can't Take Me by Bryan Adams"
You can't take me
Yeah

Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out
check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK
I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way

Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me
I'll fight it
Never gonna give in
never gonna give it up, no
If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in
never gonna give it up, no
You can't take me
I'm free

Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I'm supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out, so check it out
you're in my way
Yeah, you better watch out

Oh, come on!

Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me
I'll fight it
Never gonna give in
never gonna give it up, no
If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in
never gonna give it up, no
You can't take me
I'm free

Insert Here
Best Friend: Kai Zane Cole
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Crush:None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:None
Ex-Boyfriends/Ex-Girlfriends:None
Enemies: None



Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Type: Considering she grew up handling animals that on average wighed about her own weight throughout the years, she has a nice amount of muscle on her figure. She's not the slimmest girl in the bunch, having a little extra body weight around her calves and thighs but not enough to put her overweight. Her metabolism is average though it(obviously) increases as she exercises.

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Kai Zane Cole

"Remember the Name by Fort Minor"
Fort Minor Remember The Name Lyrics
You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But no, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

Kai Zane Cole
Nicknames:None


Age | Nineteen years
Birthday: October 30th
Birthplace: Miami, Florida

"Remember the Name by Fort Minor"
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one that set the west in flames
Then I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he ~~~ with S. Dot!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a f nihilist porcupine
He's a , he's a
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym? No
He's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do give a hundred percent

Strong and silent, you'll find him relaxing on the outskirts of the group instead of the center of attention. He's a lover of music, listening contently to any type of music and occasionally learning or writing one to play on his guitar. He may be quiet, but of you do get him to open up it might amaze you just how intelligent and congenial this young man can be. The real problem is actually getting him into a conversation and then keeping it running, something Kai is very weak at. Not that he minds. Silence is key.
What he lacks in social air he gains in intelligence, natural talent, and gentleman etiqeutte. Upon meeting him you may get the impression of intimidation, probably because of his stature, the stare on his face, or the overall lack of emotion that is Kai. He is very against doing things that may end up getting him into hot water, preferring to stay back and enjoy the show. But don't worry, he's nice enough not to say 'I told you so.' His favorite subjects are music and reading - no surprise there.
Kai loves all types of music. You can easily switch between radio stations or cds and not get much of a reaction out of him, meaning he's fine either way. You may occasionally find him on his iPod listening to music or on YouTube learning how to play something on his instrument - the acoustic guitar. This is where his social deprivation flies out the window since one of the best ways for him to express himself is through playing guitar. He'll happily play a requested piece so that at least gives you a chance to interact with him regularly. He's rather skilled at the instrument as well as song writing, not that he would ever admit it for fear of boasting about himself.
He doesn't really react to insults or other attempts at humiliating or offending him, but he may sending you a stare that'll have you shutting up immediately. More or less he blinks, stares, and continues on with his business as if everything was normal. If he feels it necessary, he may send a stinging retort at his 'bully' but Kai isn't the type for full out revenge.
If you're waiting to hear about his peppy party personality he doesn't have one. Throughout his childhood, he's had it practically drilled into his head the principles of respect, kindness, and 'actions speak louder than words.' You'll rarely find her actually complaining or even just saying 'no', a problem that she knows she has but doesn't have the heart to change. She's also a sap for sob stories, usually getting conned unless someone warns or stops her in advance.
Romantically, Kai has learned to just put off flirtatious advances with a polite response. He hasn't ever been interested in someone long enough to enter a relationship, nor has he openly expressed feelings for another to anyone. Still, you'll earn some respect if from him if you're straightforward about your feelings. He's never been in a relationship and alone time so don't expect a perfect boyfriend.


Likes: Blue, music, sweets, fruits, large animals, action/survivor movies, Pepsi

Dislikes: Jerks, unnecessary noise, pink, purple, green tea, warm weather, fish(as food)
Fears: Claustrophobia - Since he isn't particular comfortable around large crowds, smll spaces don't help. Neither does his tall stature.

Dreams: Inheriting his father's business
Hobbies: Guitar, fencing, archery, various other outdoor activities




Kai was born to two loving parents - Martial and Nya - in Miami, Florida. His father owned his own business that eventually became a successful empire, leaving his family financially comfortable for upcoming generations. His mother stayed at home with Kai, giving him plenty of attention and early academic lessons. It turned out Kai and Madison's parents were old friends that stayed in touch. So in touch that they introduced their kids to each other early enough to form an inseperable bond between the two.

In elementary school Kai surpassed many of his other classmates, leading him on to academic success and - though he blantly refused - the option to skip third grade. Even though he was very popular among the teachers as a star pupil, he wasn't among the other children. Since he went to a different elementart school then Madison his intimidating look was all the other kids saw and he didn't help by his lack of conversation starting. Still, he managed to get through elementary school with a few acquaintances. In middle school he attended the same school as his friend, developing a few more social skills thanks to her overall nice attitude cancelling out his own dark one. He usually had higher grades, but not by much. Eigth grade was when girls actually grew interested in him, but his admirers were left heartbroken as he ignored their obvious advances.

Moving to high school, Kai was well-known around the school for his guitar skills, his father and money, his intelligence and - to the girls - his classy respect when in conversation. He quickly trailed up the popularity scale, but he still had his rather unapproachable aura. Still, he didn't popularity interfere with his studies and at times people just considered him as another stuck goody two shoes. He was just about to go into college when the apocalypse brought us to where we are today. He is currently a Bandit with Madison.
Family: Martial Cole - Father
Nya Cole - Mother
Only Child
Pets: A Black Falcon he appropriately named "Falcon"

"Remember the Name by Fort Minor"

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he, writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those other fellas he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

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Best Friend: Madison Woods
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Ex-Boyfriends/Ex-Girlfriends: None
Enemies: Open



Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 156 lbs
Body Type: He's a bit bulky around his upper arms and lower legs, but it's not noticeable compared to his overall large stature. He's well-equipped with muscle and has a thin torso.

((Do these suffice? And both will be Bandits in Destroy the Beasts. Please excuse any extra information that doesn't quite fit, I'll try to fix anything I find.))

[Monster.]

Reese woke up and rubbed her eyes growling to herself as her stomach growled loudly. She frowned. sh hadn't been able to find anything worth eating in three days. Reese sat up and walked along looking around with a frown and looked around frowning. Walking along and stretching her arms and sat down on her dirty grew short shorts and frowned gently and taking a drink of her fresh water she had scavenged happily smiling, flinching as her stomach growled and laid back and looking around with a sigh.

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