Zombie Roleplay (OPEN)

[ALillie]

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[Pochi]

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[whatsername95]

I'm gonna set the total at around fifteen/twenty characters, so you guys can have two or three a piece for now, then if we don't get more people, add some. Ya'll can go ahead and start writing, I'll fit myself into things once it's off the ground. Anyone good at setting/backstory?

[minho]

DAEMON WINCHESTER

The name, if you were too blind to notice, is Daemon Winchester. I know, right? Kiirii couldn't get more creative than that, but my name just happens to be sexy. Kind of like me. Isn't that weird? Anyways, I am eighteen years old. The only thing you care about right now is my attitude, looks, and age. If I had told you my species type, you would probably remember that. Oh, and the other plain one all of you search for. 'LIKE, OH MY FREAKING *INSERT BAND THAT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER, BUT IT'S COOL TO BE PART OF SOMETHING* HE'S SINGLE AND GORGEOUS I MUST HAVE.' Before you mentally set me up for a chick, read more. I do have a type, and it's best to scan through it.

Sexual Orientation: Straight. And, eff no is there any other level I would go to, you dumb*ss. Freaking idiots and their love for other sexual orientations. I have a quick question, if I were gay would you love me more? I bet you would. I'd bet a million dollars on it. You're so effing dumb. Why does this even matter to you? 'OH YOU'RE GAY. I JUST LOVE YOU MORE NOW.' You know how stupid that sounds? Or were you too busy playing with yourself?
Status: Single. And, no, that is not an invitation. I just fill in the blanks. Telling the truth is a good quality to have. So, in other words, I am not ready to mingle. Nor...will I ever be. Relationships just tie you down. I'd rather have a sleeping partner...if 'ya know what I mean.
Crush: Of course, said the horse! I know everyone here and they're like my best friends and I think I might be crushing on a girl and other crap like that. Get it through your mind, if I am no in a relationship, I have no crush. 'Ya wanna know why? Wanna know how those two could possibly true? In the relationship status part, I would have said a fantasy one if I did have a crush on a chick. Ah, since we're off about chicks, lemme tell you my type. Let's see! I love girls who wear those nerd glasses, 'ya know? I honestly have no answer to why that is, just catches my attention. They have to be an effing bad *ss, but not too bad. They know how to fight and respond to sarcastic remarks made by yours truly. They need to be a tease. I don't want some shy girl who blushes a ton. I want the type who winks and knows how to play the game. Is that too much to ask for? I hope not, 'cause one way or another, I will get her.

This profile is rated PG-13. Readers discretion is advised

:: The Bland Stuff ::

Name; Aybrum Rey
Age; Seventeen years old
D.o.B; I am not a daughter of a bi-! Never mind, Jan 27th, 1995
Orientation; German and Japanese
Sexual Orientation; Straight.
Accent; A mix between German and Japanese. Doesn't that just sound sexxi?
Weight; 109 pounds
Height; 5' 5''
Hair Color; Dark, dark, dark brown.
Eye Color; A very yummy looking brown.
Talents; Eight track mixer, guitar, drums, singing, cooking, gymnastics, cheer, dancing, and keyboard.
Tattoos and or piercings; Nose piercing and eleven-twelve tattoos. It's common to see her with the nose piercing. Her tattoos are a mixed. Some have to do with WOW and the others have to do with comics. The ones on her arms represent her religion. “Jetzt und immer die Segen von der Vater und bleibst Unschuldig bis Er kommt”
“Now and always have the blessing of the Father and remain blameless until the end”

:: Here Comes The Good Stuff ::
The brunette had lived in Japan for a reasonable amount of time. When summer came, her parents would take the kids to Germany and they would stay there for eight weeks, before going back to Japan and continuing their lives. Once her younger brother, Nori, turned six they moved to America and changed their names. Now, the names they go by are the 'American' ones. It wasn't difficult for her to fit in, considering Aybrum was very outgoing and extremely loud. Plenty of times she had to stay after school because she disrupted the class. Middle School was her golden years. Well, not exactly, but most of it was. The girl was very popular in the school and teased tons of people. Aybrum was just a very likable person. To some people. Not the ones she personally victimized. Nooooo. They hated her. Her middle school years would have been better if her brothers had stayed. Then again, more problems could have came up. During that time, she became friends with the neighbor boys. One was one year younger than her, and the other was two-three months younger than her. But, whatever, they were pretty chilled people.
Her brothers came back. On the downside, Nash didn't stay long. He went to Miami...for a vacation? So, instead, she hung out with her older brother. The one who was really protective of her. Aybrum didn't mind that. You are who you are. And, if you don't like that person, then there's no use in trying to change them. Pointless. Anywho, she did hang with her brother. Though, when his friends came around, she would head up to her room. His four friends were nasty. Eh, stare at them and you would need to puke. The day they came over they were talking about going to a video store when it turned dark. Their parents weren't going to be there until late. So, Artemis took his younger sister along. When they started to talk about shoplifting, Aybrum protested against it, but only got struck by Arty. Of course the girl didn't want to be part of it, so she stayed outside (part of it was Artemis' idea). It wasn't long before something in the alley caught her eye, something shiny and she ventured out. Then came the blackness.

:: We're Not Done Yet ::
Darkness. Mind you, I'm pretty sure it would not have made much of a difference if my eyes were opened or closed. I could actually feel the eerie vibe going on. There was a sound of a faint dripping noise and a song in the background. Here I Am- Bryan Adam. Of course most people would have thought of the horse movie and 'awww'hhhh' at the memories. With a mind like mine, it was kind of hard to think of something good. Other than the mildew scent and the boxes behind me, there was nothing else to go on. I honestly had no idea where I possibly was. I set my hands on the ground (a cold concrete floor) and pushed myself up to a standing position. I was sore all over. The place where my brother had hit me was throbbing with pain. Just as I leaned my back against the boxes, the music cut off and light replaced the dark. After a few painful seconds, my eyes grew used to the sudden change. Four guys were doing a horrible job of blocking the light. You could say they were good-looking, but handsome would be an over-exaggerating statement. They grew uglier the more I looked at them. One doofus was holding a video camera, the other three just stood there casually, as if they had nothing to worry about.
“Where's Arty?” I asked, moving back to get closer to the boxes.
“Probably in jail,” one answered, a brunette.
“Wouldn't doubt it,” a red head agreed with a nod. The two beside them, both blonds, didn't speak. They just stood still, waiting for something.
“What did you guys do?” Seemed like the right thing to ask, considering they were not the best of friends. More like the kind of guys you stayed away from and hoped they never spoke to you. My brother was just amazing at picking out hang-out buddies.
“Does it matter?” Shey, the brunette, questioned. He casually walked over and leaned in. “Do you remember anything?”
I remembered a ton. More than I should have. The fight my brother and I got in. Staying outside and wandering into a dark alley because something caught my eye. The cloth to my mouth and nose. Inhaling that scent. And everything went black. “You need a breath mint,” I commented with a slight gag.
“She's still a smart-a**!” Kraise exclaimed, running a hand through his thick red hair.
“Maybe Ay needs to be taught a lesson,” Leighne spoke up, still supporting the camera in one hand. “Whattya' think, Vinnay?”
The other blond, older brother of Leighne, simply gave a nod. At that particular nod, the other three guys shuffled their way over. Earlier it had been cold, but with all of them surrounding me, the heat kind of packed in. “Do you enjoy that idea, Ay?” Shey asked, moving his finger over towards my chin. I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. “Don't get physical with me. Wait 'till later,” he purred.
“Don't call me 'Ay' or there won't be any later for you,” I replied, clenching my hand into a fist. That only made him press closer to me. “Step off.” Putting my hand on his chest, I tried to push him away. Shey didn't budge. Instead, I felt something grow hard against my leg. I dropped one hand from his chest, and clamped it over my mouth. “Don't fight it,” Shey whispered into my ear. My hand fell from my mouth. I didn't want my words to come out muffled. “It's grody. YOU FREAK!” I shouted, still trying to push him away with the one hand that was on his chest. “If you think I'm a freak, you'll like it more.” Shey stated with a snicker, stroking my hair. I slapped his hand away like earlier and shuddered, “It?” I repeated with a face of disgust. Kraise pushed Shey away and took his place. “You know what 'it' is. Don't be a blond, Kaze. You're better than that.” I had some respect for the guy, but it all vanished. His hands traveled down to my jeans. I squeezed my eyes shut and did the only logical thing. I slammed my head into his nose. He stumbled backwards into the three other boys, trying to keep the blood from spilling on the floor. My feet were planted firmly on the ground, and my hands found the cracks in between the boxes. And, thanks to gymnastics, I managed to pull myself over the box and land on the floor behind them. I pressed my foot against the middle box and pushed it forward. The other boxes followed, caving in on the four boys. Then I ran.
I stopped. Only for a few minutes. I kicked my shoes over the side of the boxes and slipped my socks off, throwing them to the other side. I slipped under rows, crawled over low-hanging sheets, and dodged chains. Really, this place was a piece of work. Huge. Kind of like a maze, but it had the upstairs, downstairs and everything else. Except the exit I was looking for. I came to another door and flung it open. That's when I came to a stop. One of the rare times I ever quit running. Three dogs, that looked like German Shepherds, were tearing at a rabbit. Their teeth were dug in deep, possibly grazing the bone. They pulled, trying to get the animal to themselves. Blood splattered against the walls, dressing the dogs (and myself) in scarlet. The creature was mangled in three parts. The sound of bones being crushed under the force of the teeth filled my ears. I was totally transfixed on the sight. Meat hanging off bone, the red liquid dropping on the floor, red-stained teeth. I had to tear my eyes away from the sight, pretty sure I would have puked if I stared any longer. Three thuds. Growls. I slowly turned away from them, no longer looking at their eyes. The sight I came to look at was horrid. Shey was standing there with a smirk on his face. I wanted to slap it off of him. “I can make them come after you,” he informed me, ready to snap his fingers at any given moment. “That's rad, we don't need that to happen,” I assured him, nervously smiling. Just once. ONCE. I wished it hadn't been him. Oh my hell. He was very hansy. “You're done running?” he asked, slowly closing the door. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the small hallway.
“I'd rather live than die. Even if I won't be the same in the end. I'm not totally stoked for this. Not even a little. I'll probably find it impossible to trust another person. Totally be scarred for life. Add fear of German Shepherds to my phobia list. And...if there's a fear that involves being terrified of idiots...like you, add that on to the list.”
“You never stop with those comments do you?” Shey snickered, rubbing against me. By impulse, I pushed him away, tempted to punch the dude. “I was actually trying to guilt trip you, but then I remembered you're not exactly normal. You like little girls. Because the older ones didn't want some scrawny, whiny little boy to look after when it's all done. It must suck to change your diapers all the time. Missing an episode of Dora must grind your gears. I bet you get real upset when someone says something about your mommy. Since, 'ya know, she's the only girl who will ever love you.” I slid over to the staircase as I said this, the other boys had joined us, laughing at Shey. “What a shame. None of you guys are my type,” I pouted, before running down the stars. It took one hour for Vinnay to catch up and pin me against the wall. “You're such a creep.” I commented, squirming around, trying to get loose. “No more talking. You're done. Now you listen. We're going to take turns. Video tape it all. You're going to enjoy it.”
I looked away, not wanting to look into his eyes. “Vin, I wanna go home. Just let me go home. I won't tell what happened, Vinnay.”
“It's too late for that. Arty wanted this. He thought you were weak. And he was right,” he responded with a frown.
That was enough. I was tired of running. Tired of fighting. I fell forward and cried on his chest.

The sirens were filling up the night air. Even if I was safe, they were still wailing. Some paramedic lifted my shirt to stitch the bites on my back, but I pushed his hand away. My mom was next to me crying. My dad was talking to the police. I looked over to see my brothers. Nash and Artemis were thirteen feet away. I jumped down from the ambulance and walked over to Artemis, staring at him, shaking my head. Then I walked back.

:: Random Questions ::
Boxers or briefs?
Ahaha, what? Seriously? Shouldn't this be a question for the dudes? Well, since I have to choose one, I'm going with boxers. Apparently to the guys...it's more free? Whereas briefs...everything is packed in tight...I'm going to stop talking now...

How do you like your cereal?
I must give you kudos. These are pretty random. I have to flood the cereal with milk and let it sit for 30 seconds to a minute. That's the good stuff.

Would you rather sit on a horse the right way, or backwards?
Considering I would have already seen the land behind me, front is perfectly okay. Plus, it's a little less awkward. I don't want to see the back end of a horse. I don't even like horses.

Now, it's pretty clear chicks have girl crushes, who is yours?
I even have to admit us girls do have those. Mine happens to be Red-Riding Hood (Ruby) from Once Upon A Time. There's something weird going on with her mouth, but other than that she is perfect.

Would you ever want to be nailed to a cross?
Ouch. That's real awkward to answer. I feel uncomfortable with responding to it. I do not want to be a copy-cat. The Lord already died to save our sins and rose again, and...I am no 'Holy One', so...no. I would hate to be nailed to a cross.

If a penny from 1349 was on the ground and a car ran it over which made it drop into the gutter, get eating by an aligator, digested into the gross water and back onto the street, what would you name this penny?
Were pennies even made that far ago? If they were, then I would name the penny Frank. Just like the Doomsday Bunny from Donnie Darko! AND THAT PENNY SHALL TELL ME WHAT DAY THE WORLD WOULD END. Which doesn't apply to my faith...I should have really said: Jesus's Second Coming. Baaaw D: *Awkward Turtle* Don't get me wrong, I would be totally stoked to see Jesus. Ahh, what a marvelous day it would be.

:: Skills ::

Singing, cooking, gymnastics, cheer, catching waterbottles, hacking, dancing, video games, guitar, keyboard, piano, drums, talented with eight track mixer
For now, let's just pick three from the list.

Video Games
What can I say? I have an obsessive need to play these miraculous adventures. What I play ranges from the old school Nintendo to online games. Everquest is a good example, but World of Warcraft is the best. Fun fact! A few of my tattoos come from the game. You can catch me most of the time on my laptop or X-Box 360. I'll just name some video games I play and you can soak in the awesomeness. Dead or Alive - this would include all of them. Even the Beach Volleyball ones. Halo! Though, the games have been sucking at this point. Rumble Roses, Need For Speed - all of them, any Naruto video game and Call of Duty: Black Ops. Sometimes I get so lost in the games I haven't showered for weeks! Ahaha, too much information.

Hacking
Since I spend so much of my life on a computer...I've became amazing at it. First, I would type in random commands into the Run Box. Changing IP addresses, passwords to other accounts, and deleting software that was slowing the laptop down. And, just like the video games, it became an addiction. Within three weeks, I was an internet junkie. All I did was cram the formulas into my head and trying it for various sites.

Drums
This is probably the best thing about me. Just kidding. I'm normal with the drums. I can play them well enough to create a beat. Saying I'm completely fantastic in every way possible at playing them is over-exaggerated. Well over-exaggerated. I've just been playing them since I was five. Aaah, well, banging on the drums until I took lessons at twelve. I'm just an ammature when it comes to that instrument.

:: Flaws ::

- Frightened of heights
- Scared of deep water
- Terrified of flying balls (baseball)
- Kind of clumsy
- An awkward person
- Kind of mean
- A little too dirty-minded
- Doesn't liked to be touched
- Somewhat sarcastic
- Never wears shoes
- Too outspoken

[Pochi]

((I guess I will start.))

James sat in his car with his bulldog in his lap. He was emotionless now. His mind sort of shot a blank. Thinking of only what was important, "survive." Slowly he opened the car door. Peering out and scanning the grounds. Everything silent, it made his heart shatter with uncertainty. Slowly he took a step out. Turning his back to the scenery he opened the side door and pulled out his gun. Cocking it back, he descended towards the artillery building.

[ALillie]

Mia watched James, arrow in bow, ready to shoot anytime. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

[Pochi]

James glared at her aiming the gun back. "Do I look like the walking dead to you?" He asked sarcastically. "You only have one shot by the time I have six, now put it down!" He growled.

[ALillie]

Mia kept the arrow at his head, " Why are you here?"

(Can I make another character?)

[Pochi]

((Yeah I'm gonna make one too. I think tht would be okay. She said our max was three.))

James rolled his eyes and turned back to his van. He began to load up his stuff before walking out into the open and towards the store. Ignoring her ridiculous behavior.

[ALillie]

(

Name:
Jon
Age:
6
Gender:
male
Appearance:

Story:
doesn't remember any past.
Weapon:
None
Other:
Mia's little brother

)
Jon came running out of the store, " Mia! I need..." He stopped when he saw James.

"Get away form the boy!" Mia fired an arrow and it flew past James's head, " Next one wont hit the wall."