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The Walking Dead 1X1 with - iDrift | Maddietess

Postby saarebas. » Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:47 am

Plot: I don't believe we have one yet :?

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Name: Krissy Atkinson
Age: 24
Personality: Quiet, loyal team devoter, as a scientist knows more than she puts out.
Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN6RaiS9CFo/TgV4GyfAFYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZsGv0MRPHYY/s1600/moon-bloodgood-falling-skies.jpg
Weapons: Glock, machete, hunting knife
Skills: Doctor, Scientist,
Weakness (injury/illness/mental/emotional): Emotionally weak
Crush?: N.A
Partner?: N.A
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Name: Issac Copper
Age: 23
Personality: Leader type, always will try to make the correct decisions, kind, good with calming people and kids, trustworthy, can sometimes be naive,
Appearance: http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn211/RPMistress08/Apocalyptic%20Dawn/hunter6.jpg
Weapons: Smg, hunting rifle, bowie knife
Skills: Hunting, basic fist aid, sharp aim, good with a gun, good stamina, average speed.
Weakness (injury/illness/mental/emotional: Infected toe, makes it hard to run and walk long distances.
Crush?: N/A
Partner?: N/A
Other?: Has a bomb sniffing dog: http://www.vandaliakennel.com/-%20New%20Folder/Onyx%20%20best.JPG Soul, 4 years.



Name: Cally Ritchen
Age: 23
Personality: Obedient to her leader, Loyal, playful, friendly, outgoing, always cheery for the sake of others no matter the problem, supportive, kind.
Appearance: http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXoVGNy0-4VOF9sRj2RApjJ8qQSvCaWDM1S6tgneVwg9YD6DXGWVHo2G1TYQ (i know its a cartoon but i really like it)
Weapons: Ak47, python (pistol), Swiss army knife
Skills: Track runner, really fast runner, smart. (Team Scavenger)
Weakness (injury/illness/mental/emotional): Some always say that been too happy is a mental problem, but Cally doesn't find a problem with seeing people laugh in the harshest of times.
Crush?: N/A
Partner?: N/A
Other?: N/A


Name: Jaxon Bater
Age: 7
Personality: Naive. nervous, mildly depressed (no family left)
Appearance: http://wac.450f.edgecastcdn.net/80450F/loudwire.com/files/2012/02/jacob1.jpg
Weapons: High power pistol, (always on safety)
Skills: N/A yet
Weakness (injury/illness/mental/emotional): Physical, not strong or fast yet, still naive.
Crush?: N/A
Partner?: N/A
Other?: N/A
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Re: The Walking Dead 1X1 with - iDrift | Maddietess

Postby - drift. » Wed Jul 04, 2012 9:27 am

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The name is Riley, and I am 17 years old.
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                name "The name's Riley. Riley Wolfe."
                nick-name "Just Riley."
                age "I'm 17, baby."
                gender "Hurtful.. I'm a girl."
                birthday "My birthday is on January 29th."
                pets "My aussie, Alec."

              eye color "They're hazel, I think. Or they could be green. I dunno."
              hair color "I'm a brunette barbie-doll!"
              height "I'm 5'7. Not a giant or anything."
              weight "I weight somewhere around 125 lbs. Give or take."
              build "I'm more of a slender body type. A bit fragile. I'm thin, and lean, so I'm not exactly the strongest girl."
              skills "The one thing my skinniness is good for is hiding. I'm excellent at being stealthy, sneaking up on people."

            personality Riley? How do you describe someone in just two paragraphs or a couple sentences? She's not just a figment of my imaginationg that I'm acting out as in this role play... She's part of who I am. She's the best and worst of me, and that's a lot to write down. I live with her everyday... Here she is.
            Not bubbly to the point of ditziness, but certainly an enthusiastic camper, Riley's the one making plans. Every breath this girl takes, it's full of life. She clings to it; she loves it. Every day she wakes up with something new she wants to do. Uniform? Please. This girl would go crazy with anyone telling her what to do. A free-spirit is probably the most accurate way to describe her, flating around in the wind, following the rainbows to see if there's anything at the end worth it. And even if there isn't, she wouldn't be disapointed. This love of life she has, this lust for it, is ironic, in a way. She's quite the pessimist, but she views it in a careless way. Example- If it started raining, she'd laugh, and complain her books were going to get soaked, but make no move towards the umbrella in her bag, so reachable. She might even twirl once or twice in the rain. I know it's confusing, but not everything about a person makes sense. If that were true, we'd all be boring, and monotone.
            On the surface, when you first meet Riley, this happy, ravinous personality is all you see. She glows with life on the surface, so only once you really get to know her, and understand her, do the real feelings start making appearences through this cover she wears. It's a comfortable mask, and when she put it on, she never took it off, until it became so much like her own face, she forgot it was even there. But seriously, no one's life is perfect. Riley is no exeption. The trouble she's gone through has turned part of her hard and cold. Strong. She's not the girl who gets pushed around and wasted. Stubborn as a mule and contrary, once she makes her mind up, there's no turning it. As well as she'd go her own way happily if you suggested the other. {e.g. You: "You know, you shouldn't wear such high heels, they look painful." Ivory: "No they aren't, I wear these babies in my sleep, man!" And all the while her feet are aching.} She's just an easy-going person with her own mind and soul and heart that she doesn't want other people peering at, judjing, and changing. Is that so wrong? Ivory's worst quality, is probably her pride. She won't stoop to get what she wants, she holds her head up. Even whens he found her boyfriend cheating on her, she laughed in his face. She smiled, shook her head, told him he was an idiot, but she hoped it was worth it, and walked out. Head high. Swagger in her stride. Confidence in her smile. But when she got home? She cried for an hour. Hopefully this gives you some insight into Riley, but there's so much to her, I don't know if this will help at all.

            history "I've a had a pretty ordinary life. A mom, a dad, a little brother, and a dog. I've a had a few boyfriends, a couple broken hearts, and I've gotten into a hell of alot of trouble in the span of my seventeen years."

          crush "None, as of now."
          relationship "Just ended one, actually."
          likes "Guys, of course. And parties!"
          dislikes "Plastics. Barbie-doll types. Jerks."
          fears "Heights. I'm terrified of falling."
          orientation "Straight."

        anything else "Nope!"

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[[ Sorry if this is long. It was from a literate rp. xD ]]


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Dean Rockheart

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That fabric softner teddy bear? Oh, imma hunt that little bitch down.

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м ʏ ρ ɛ я ƨ σ и α ℓ ℓ ι ғ ɛ


    ғ ʋ ℓ ℓ и α м ɛ "Dean Rockheart, don't wear it out."
    и α м ɛ σ я ι ɢ ι и "Lawrence, Kansas."
    и ι c κ и α м ɛ "Just Dean."
    α ɢ ɛ "23."
    ɢ ɛ и ∂ ɛ я "I'm a dude. Wanna check?"
    ∂ ι ƨ ɛ α ƨ ɛ ƨ "No diseases, man, I'm clean."
    м ι ƨ т α κ ɛ ƨ "Mistakes? Damn, there are alot of those."
    м σ ∂ ι ғ ι c α т ι σ и ƨ "Only one tattoo. On the back of my shoulder. It says LUCKY."
    ƨ ɛ ϰ ʋ α ℓ σ я ι ɛ и т α т ι σ и "Straight. I'm perfectly straight."

              ω н α т ι ℓ σ ʌ ɛ

            ρ ɛ т (ƨ) "Nope, not a one."
            ғ α т н ɛ я "John Rockheart."
            м σ т н ɛ я "Katherine Rockheart."
            ƨ ι в ℓ ι и ɢ ƨ "My younger brother Sam."
            c я ʋ ƨ н "Nope."
            в σ ʏ ғ я ι ɛ и ∂ ɢ ι я ℓ ғ я ι ɛ и ∂ "Love? That stuff is over-rated. I'm more of a one-night-stand kinda guy."
            ғ ι α и c ɛ "Please."
            ƨ ρ σ ʋ ƨ ɛ "Bleh."
            κ ι ∂ (ƨ) "Kids? I have a life to live, man!"
            н σ в в ι ɛ ƨ "Anything to do with nature. Fishing, hunting, stuff like that. I love being outside."
            α и ʏ т н ι и ɢ ɛ ℓ ƨ ɛ "Nope, that's it."

              ∂ σ и ' т н α т ɛ м ɛ

            ρ ɛ я ƨ σ и α ℓ ι т ʏ "I don't have to explain myself to you." Dean is a hard one to decipher because he’s so fluently changing all of the time. One moment he may appear to you as completely approachable and friendly and at another time he might radiate the need to be left alone. A lot of that has to do with the fact that he’s rapidly adapting to the environment and situations that he’s being placed in, the rest is more focused toward the reality that he never really had the experience of socially adjusting anywhere. Dean was always on the move and he didn’t believe in long term friendships and bonds that extended past family until he was almost twenty-nine. He’s not an enigma he’s just gotten used to being the “foggy” guy in the room and he's never gone out of his way to change that. It’s still questionable as to whether he’s unsure of himself and where he in fact lies in all of this, if it’s his more definitive personality, or, what he’d like himself to be. Dean doesn’t keep to one standardized image and tends to vary between his personality flaws and habits.

            The man is stubborn and biased when it comes to his own belief systems, he prefers to think that his opinions and his assumptions are resolute simply because he’s had to rely on only himself for so very long. It’s not an issue of elitism, he just knows his ideas and evaluations to be true in 90% of the situations that he’s faced. It doesn’t mean he’ll immediately cast aside an offering of ideas or leads but he’s one to always want and have the final say in expressing and acting upon them. This mule headed tactic is often involved in his social connections and family relations as well. Dean doesn’t like to surrender himself in an argument and won’t bend to anyone’s will. History has proven the only two to successfully get him to put aside his idea of the way things should be are his brother and his father, and even that wasn't without a struggle. Dean isn't fond of peer pressure or others swaying him into doing what they think is more preferable and has even gone so far as to do the exact opposite of their wishes if he doesn’t agree with it. His views on himself are treated very much the same. It's not without heavy evidence supporting another theory or standpoint that he'll relinquish his opinionated high ground.

            Always the prideful creature, whether it comes to just his ideals or people that he respects he can’t see wrong in feeling the way he does about them. Dean behaves like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread; he carries that ego in his posture as well as in the bridge of his shoulders and is so open about it that it's become very evident. He’s no stranger to what he’s done for everyone and everything and even though the aftermath has dropped this pig headedness down a great degree, it’s still there and true. He's learned to value himself as a person despite the scorn that he has for his mistakes.

            He has a knack for making a crude comment or sardonic joke in the midst of a tense or emotionally stressful situation. While some might contribute this to immaturity in many ways it’s a coping mechanism. Dean doesn’t have time to take every heavy psychological blow that’s thrown at him and instead of allowing it he’ll turn it into a joke to make it easier for himself to deal with. He does this fairly often, despite circumstance, and it’s gotten to be a regular part of his personality.

            It's not obvious at all or ever admitted but Dean’s very insecure, not just about himself, and not about anything physical… but more so emotionally. He is liable to snap, and, despite how he acts, he is able to be broken. He is very able to crack under pressure, even though he tries to manage being cool. He’s attempted to mentally separate himself from that side of who he is but he knows that it’s still there and it’s still a plausible piece of him and that realization hurts.

            Outwardly, he may appear almost vainglorious in his reactions to people and things. Inwardly, this certainly isn’t the case. Dean is genuine in what he does and says despite the fact that he tries to shroud this part of himself away. It's with cocky superiority and incandescent sarcasm that he keeps the real struggle with who he is, and his trials and tribulations well hidden. He's always been good about keeping himself calm in the face of danger or distress and is very used to facing impending doom and severe situations. Throughout his experience with them he’s learned indefinitely to treat them with a placid recognition. He’s calm, smooth talking, deliberate in everything that he does in these circumstances and in many ways it helps him carry on through them. He doesn’t lose his head as easily and he’s better about accepting the ammunition that’s thrown at him when he’s involved in them. On that same note, Dean can’t be shot down when it comes to being involved in such an issue or situation. He’s head strong, strong willed, and determined. He can’t be diverted from what he’s doing and he won’t stop with it until he’s reached his goals and the priorities he had for what he’s dealing with. It takes death or near death to coerce Dean away from something he’s actively participating in or fighting. He’ll carry out an order or a task until it’s completely finished. He's never liked leaving things hanging and this is only supported by the fact that he’s never left a case at home open ended and always treks trough it until he’s completely finished, no matter how much the circumstances might bother him.

            Regardless of how he feels about himself, or about something that he’s involved in, Dean is heroic and altruistic. He’ll put his life on the line to ensure the safety of another person or that they’re freed from whatever is tying them down. He spends hours of his time looking into the things that he’s facing and working against so that he has a better chance of defeating it and saving the people that are involved. You could say he is more cunning than he lets on, that he plays his stupid and arrogant jock routine to divert people away from the fact, but the things supporting this lack of intellect are usually replaced by the excess of street smarts and survival skills that he has in spades. While Dean certainly isn't well versed in book learning and has no college degree he's ahead of most when it comes to simply living and brilliant in his line of work.

            It’s not easy to say whether or not Dean is who he claims to be, who he is internally, or everything therein. He’s adaptable, above anything, and changes with circumstance. He’s the kind of man you meet four years prior at the worst of his luck and then see again another three later on top of his game. There are pieces of Dean that are overall too simple to fit under the definition of ambiguous, though it's one that comes to mind more often than not, especially in the company of normal people. He's mysterious, he's intriguing, and he's hard to read. Dean is an ever changing labyrinth of cryptic personality traits and emotional responses. The composure that he displays is never exact.

            Physically Dean has shown weakness to emotional situations and the memories of his past. He doesn't sleep well, most always having nightmares and it makes him irritable, angry, and promises the inevitable mistake. He's terrified of planes and plane rides. While it doesn't state in canon beyond "planes" that he's afraid of heights it's obviously tied into not having control of the situation or lack of control in what he's venturing into, a problem most people experience with roller coasters and sky diving- utilities for enjoyment. Dean has a small equivalent to a Jerry Maguire complex. Despite his isolative and closed off nature Dean cannot be alone. He needs to have the companionship of someone, anyone, or he'll fall into self destructive and self sabotaging tendencies- also of which is a large fault of his.

            As said above, Dean is heavily repressed, and while it may serve him in harder situations this is also a flaw because he's seized himself emotionally to such an extent that he can't show his true colors in the appropriate situations and buries everything to a degree that's so overwhelming, that when he's at a breaking point or facing anything that opens him up to sensitive scrutiny, he snaps. He breaks and he falls into either fits of volatile rage or horrible agonizing bouts of depression.

            Beyond this, Dean has a very visible crutch-type attachment to alcohol and food. He's indulgent and gluttonous with both of them. Obviously, for different reasons. He uses liquor as a coping mechanism and food of any kind (call him a food enthusiast) as an emotional pick-me-up. He's also very well attached to his play boys, using sex and foreplay as instant gratification between jobs and a way to feel good despite the heinous battle he's fighting in whatever circumstance he's forced to face. It's a way to feel connected to someone without the emotional baggage in his mind.

            Dean is someone that you'd have to debate on the fact if he's just a normal trouble maker or if he's just so ignorant that he's in the class of his own. He's someone that doesn't care what kind of 'trouble' class you put him in though. He usually doesn't care what people think about him, and even though he is a badass, he has his attitude calm and relaxed, laid back to the point of annoyance. He's just someone that as soon as you walk into the room with him in it that's he's going to make it hard for you two to get along. He just loves making people fear him, or maybe he thinks that he's going to make them respect him. Whatever he might think, he just loves to get to the point were you will be annoyed. He can almost find out what kind of things annoy you, and he'll make sure that he'll use it against you. If you're annoyed by little kids, most chances are he'll act as immature as a five year old, and keep on bugging you, and bugging you...

            Dean is somewhat of a leader, even though he doesn't set good examples, this does not cancel out the fact that he can't be a good leader. He makes good decisions when it comes to people that work for him. Surprisingly if people just realized that they have to stop working against him and that they have to start working with him, and he'll become nicer, everything would be much easier. Though for some people, to say that they'll work with him, after some of the things that he has done to him, is rare and highly unlikely. He just makes people see the bad part of him first, and makes sure that everyone knows everything bad about him before he starts to show any good signs of good qualites. He does have some, though they might be faded and even ruined at times, this doesn't mean that they are not there. He makes sure that everyone sees the small bit of light in his soul once and awhile. Though this is like Hailee's Comet, it doesn't happen often, though when it does, you can't wait to see anything like it again. That's because truth over his hard boiled case is a semi-sweet boy, who really does care about other people and their feelings. No joke. However, this isn't common to see this side of him, and most likely he'll be nasty and aggressive to you. Or a totaly douche, whichever you happen to stumble into first.

            Dean happens to be one of the biggest players around. He looks at relationships as meaningless worthless crap, like cigarette's good in the moment, though he doesn't like the long-term effects. He has something about him that usually attracts girls to him, and it might be his smile, or the way his voice came become like a snake charmer, seductive and deadly, something that can lure girls into a unseen trap. He's a heart breaker for sure, and if you are with him for more than a week without him seeing anyone else than you probably broke the record for longest lived stable relationship. He's nice at first around girls, though after awhile he'll become just as big of a douche as he is with everyone else. That is unless he doesn't like you to begin with, and than well you'll be treated the same in the beginning as every other person. He likes to make girls think that he cares about them, and usually he finds it funny when he sees a girl run off crying. He usually actually makes sure that he captures it on camera and so he can see it over and over again. Just to have more and more laughs.

            в ι σ ɢ я α ρ н ʏ "Not exactly my favorite topic."
            ƨ κ ι ℓ ℓ ƨ "Flirting, and talking my way out of things."
            ғ ℓ α ω ƨ "I'm not as much of a nerd as my brother, so I'm not too good at all that researching, technical stuff. And I don't have the sincere, puppy-dog-eyed quality that Sam has."
            в α ƨ ι c ∂ ɛ ƨ c я ι ρ т ι σ и "A beautiful son of a bitch."
            ρ н ʏ ƨ ι c α ℓ ƨ ρ σ я т ƨ "Hunting. Fishing. That sort of thing."
            α и ʏ т н ι и ɢ ɛ ℓ ƨ ɛ "Nope."


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w e l c o m e to m y l i f e

my n a m e is;; "Ivory Rae Parker, at your service."
People c a l l me;; "I go by Ivy, or just plain old Ivory."
my a g e is;; "I'm 17."
my b i r t h d a y is;; "January 29th."
my g e n d e r is;; "I'm a chick."

o u t s i d e the w a l l s

I s t a n d at;; "5'5. I'm not that short."
I weigh;; "117 lbs."

i n s i d e the w a l l s

I s e e m y s e l f as;; Ivory? How do you describe someone in just two paragraphs or a couple sentences? She's not just a figment of my imaginationg that I'm acting out as in this role play... She's part of who I am. She's the best and worst of me, and that's a lot to write down. I live with her everyday... Here she is.
Not bubbly to the point of ditziness, but certainly an enthusiastic camper, Ivy's the one making plans. Every breath this girl takes, it's full of life. She clings to it; she loves it. Every day she wakes up with something new she wants to do. Uniform? Please. This girl would go crazy with anyone telling her what to do. A free-spirit is probably the most accurate way to describe her, flating around in the wind, following the rainbows to see if there's anything at the end worth it. And even if there isn't, she wouldn't be disapointed. This love of life she has, this lust for it, is ironic, in a way. She's quite the pessimist, but she views it in a careless way. Example- If it started raining, she'd laugh, and complain her books were going to get soaked, but make no move towards the umbrella in her bag, so reachable. She might even twirl once or twice in the rain. I know it's confusing, but not everything about a person makes sense. If that were true, we'd all be boring, and monotone.
On the surface, when you first meet Ivory, this happy, ravinous personality is all you see. She glows with life on the surface, so only once you really get to know her, and understand her, do the real feelings start making appearences through this cover she wears. It's a comfortable mask, and when she put it on, she never took it off, until it became so much like her own face, she forgot it was even there. But seriously, no one's life is perfect. Ivy is no exeption. The trouble she's gone through has turned part of her hard and cold. Strong. She's not the girl who gets pushed around and wasted. Stubborn as a mule and contrary, once she makes her mind up, there's no turning it. As well as she'd go her own way happily if you suggested the other. {e.g. You: "You know, you shouldn't wear such high heels, they look painful." Ivory: "No they aren't, I wear these babies in my sleep, man!" And all the while her feet are aching.} She's just an easy-going person with her own mind and soul and heart that she doesn't want other people peering at, judjing, and changing. Is that so wrong? Ivy's worst quality, is probably her pride. She won't stoop to get what she wants, she holds her head up. Even whens he found her boyfriend cheating on her, she laughed in his face. She smiled, shook her head, told him he was an idiot, but she hoped it was worth it, and walked out. Head high. Swagger in her stride. Confidence in her smile. But when she got home? She cried for an hour. Hopefully this gives you some insight into Ivy, but there's so much to her, I don't know if this will help at all.

my s t r e g n t h s are;; "I'm pretty good at stealth. I'm good at being sneaky, and not letting others hear me. Also, I'm quick. I'm relatively fast."
my w e a k n e s s e s are;; "I am NOT strong, not in the least. My mother used to tell me that I would lose in an arm-wrestling match with a fly."
my r e l a t i o n s h i p s are;; "Well, D.C. is my cousin, but I wouldn't exactly count that as a relationship."
l i f e before t h i s;; "Not exactly my favorite topic, maybe later..."
e x t r a info a n y o n e ¿;; "Nope, nothing else."



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w e l c o m e to m y l i f e

my n a m e is;; "Derek Colton Johanson, at your service."
People c a l l me;; "Some people call me Colt, but most call me D.C."
my a g e is;; "I'm 16, baby."
my b i r t h d a y is;; "February 8th. Rocking that purple Amethyst."
my g e n d e r is;; "Gender..? That, my dear, is insulting. I'm a dude."

o u t s i d e the w a l l s

I s t a n d at;; "I'm 5'7."
I weigh;; "I weigh 145 pounds, most of it muscels. Why are you laughing? I have abs!"

i n s i d e the w a l l s

I s e e m y s e l f as;; D.C. is someone that you'd have to debate on the fact if he's just a normal trouble maker or if he's just so ignorant that he's in the class of his own. He's someone that doesn't care what kind of 'trouble' class you put him in though. He usually doesn't care what people think about him, and even though he is a badass, he has his attitude calm and relaxed, laid back to the point of annoyance. He's just someone that as soon as you walk into the room with him in it that's he's going to make it hard for you two to get along. He just loves making people fear him, or maybe he thinks that he's going to make them respect him. Whatever he might think, he just loves to get to the point were you will be annoyed. He can almost find out what kind of things annoy you, and he'll make sure that he'll use it against you. If you're annoyed by little kids, most chances are he'll act as immature as a five year old, and keep on bugging you, and bugging you...
D.C. is somewhat of a leader, even though he doesn't set good examples, this does not cancel out the fact that he can't be a good leader. He makes good decisions when it comes to people that work for him. Surprisingly if people just realized that they have to stop working against him and that they have to start working with him, and he'll become nicer, everything would be much easier. Though for some people, to say that they'll work with him, after some of the things that he has done to him, is rare and highly unlikely. He just makes people see the bad part of him first, and makes sure that everyone knows everything bad about him before he starts to show any good signs of good qualites. He does have some, though they might be faded and even ruined at times, this doesn't mean that they are not there. He makes sure that everyone sees the small bit of light in his soul once and awhile. Though this is like Hailee's Comet, it doesn't happen often, though when it does, you can't wait to see anything like it again. That's because truth over his hard boiled case is a semi-sweet boy, who really does care about other people and their feelings. No joke. However, this isn't common to see this side of him, and most likely he'll be nasty and aggressive to you. Or a totaly douche, whichever you happen to stumble into first.
D.C. happens to be one of the biggest players around. He looks at relationships as meaningless worthless crap, like cigarette's good in the moment, though he doesn't like the long-term effects. He has something about him that usually attracts girls to him, and it might be his smile, or the way his voice came become like a snake charmer, seductive and deadly, something that can lure girls into a unseen trap. He's a heart breaker for sure, and if you are with him for more than a week without him seeing anyone else than you probably broke the record for longest lived stable relationship. He's nice at first around girls, though after awhile he'll become just as big of a douche as he is with everyone else. That is unless he doesn't like you to begin with, and than well you'll be treated the same in the beginning as every other person. He likes to make girls think that he cares about them, and usually he finds it funny when he sees a girl run off crying. He usually actually makes sure that he captures it on camera and so he can see it over and over again. Just to have more and more laughs.

my s t r e g n t h s are;; "I have to name all of them?" D.C. is a pretty good fighter. He's excellent when it comes to one-on-one combat.
my w e a k n e s s e s are;; "I have none, babe." D.C. is horrible at keeping quiet. He can't sneak up on a deaf person.
my r e l a t i o n s h i p s are;; "Noperz."
l i f e before t h i s;; "I might tell you.. If I get to know you first.."
e x t r a info a n y o n e ¿;; "Nada."
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Postby saarebas. » Wed Jul 04, 2012 9:49 am

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Postby - drift. » Wed Jul 04, 2012 9:56 am

x Yep, go right ahead. Sorry if my replies are slow, I've got a lot to do now that I'm back on my laptop. x
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Postby - drift. » Wed Jul 04, 2012 10:05 am

x Alright, see yah! c: x
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Postby saarebas. » Thu Jul 05, 2012 3:45 am

Issac sighed, walking the perimeter around the two vans and motor bike, his gun remained tightly clutched to his chest, any sudden sound, whether the wind blowing or a bird chirping, put him on edge, his guard was on overload, his mouth dry and his hairs on edge. He looked around the group sighing, today was week three and still no sign of the army any time soon. Maybe he should just give up his dream of been rescued and move further into the mountains, he had a group to worry about now. He looked around, he seeming to be the only tense one at the moment, Cally lay on the bonnet of his black range rover, examining her pistol. Krissy sat in her neon yellow pick up- and read silently, something she still hadn't shared with the group. She never seemed to share, she always helped, she was helping him with his infected toe, not that he took the advise that is, but she refused to put out any information about what she knew.

Jaxon sat with Soul, the dutch Sheppard and rubbed the dog down, he seemed to of taking quite a liking to this dog, something that amused Issac so. He turned to Cally, who's cheery voice flooded their make shift camp, "do you think i could pull of some kills like this?" she asked flipping her gun upside down and pressing her pinkie to the trigger. The man rolled his eyes, "possibly, but it would be stupid of you"

She sighed "can i go out to the forest and give it a try?" she asked playfully, Issac sighing to defeat, whistling, "take Soul with you". The girl grinned patting her thigh, the dog following her along as she went. Thats a good thing about having dogs, they seemed to sense the infected before they fell into any alarm trap, the main reason they were always on the look out for any stray animals, horses for transport and dogs for protection.
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Postby - drift. » Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:16 am

Gunshots. In the street below. Riley's eyes widened slightly, her eyelashes fluttering outward slightly with the small motion. She was sitting in a corner of an office building, on the second floor, looking through the thick blinds, her eyes barely peeking over the edge in case she was spotted by a wandering zombie. There was still a large, red splotch on the carpet behind her, along with a body, and partially decapitated head, where Riley had had to defend her one hideout from an invading walker.
Now, still at the window, she had lifted the blinds partially, so she could get a better view of the street below her. She looked around, seeing a few dead zombies along the street, but by now the gunshots had stopped, and there was no one, living or dead in sight. She rolled her eyes unconsciously, wondering how dumb someone would have to be to shoot a gun in the center of the city. It might go unheard in the outskirts, but not in downtown. She shrugged lightly, and turned away from the windows, crashing onto one of those spinny chairs that all of those boring, stick-in-the-mud, office-workers always lounged around in, and let her head flop down onto her palm.
After a few moments of piercing silence, she lifted her head, running her fingertips along three scratches that ran parrallel across her cheekbone. They were only remnants of scars now, three pale lines that could only be seen from a small distance. And there was no one around to look at her, anyway. She had thought about confronting the idiots who shot guns in the middle of town, but decided against it. She would absolutely love company, but not from anyone who would do something as short-minded as that.
She let out a long huff of breath, tapping her finger against her leg, and grabbed the radio from where it sat by her feet. She picked it up, and placed turned up the volume reciever on the microphone. "This is Riley Wolfe in the office building of Courthouse Lawfirms, wondering if there are any others out there. It is the same time of day I almost always come on... that I have come on since the outbreak of the disease came about. If there is anyone out there, anyone at all (besides whoever thought it was a great idea to shoot of guns in the center of town) then please, either come to office B13 on the second floor of Courthouse Lawfirms, or answer back on this station, 88.7. I will be back for another transmission at this same time tomorrow." With that she cut the reciever off, but left the tuning on, with dim hopes that someone would actually answer her. As if they ever did.
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Postby saarebas. » Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:50 am

((Wow you're an amazing writer, not that i really doubted it to begin with :D ))

Krissy glanced up from her work, eyeing down the radio she had set on top of her dashboard, she set her case files to the side, peering around uneasily, closing the door with a light *clunk* she picked up the receiver and hesitated, "he-" she cleared her suddenly dry throat, a heavy lump forming, "hello" she muttered, "This is Krissy Atkinson, i- ugh, boarder of Atlanta, just off the free way" she rolled her eyes, she had no idea where she actually was, the only one who had a slight idea was Issac. She bit her lip "hang tight" she said, hanging up and stepping out of the car, slamming the door behind her and locking it, she had to protect those case files with her life.
She picked up her weapon and secured it to her belt, taking her machete tight in hand and walking off, Issac growled following her "Krissy what are you-?" he asked, not been able to do anything but watch as she left in the direction of Cally and Atlanta, he groaned, turning back to Jaxon and shaking his head in disappointment, the young boy fluttering his eyelashes out of pure confusion.

Krissy continued along, once she found Cally she could assist that girl in the office block, she sighed walking along, her guard on edge. Her hairs stood on edge and adrenaline surged through her veins as a twig broke behind her, she spun around, panting wildly. Cally stood with a goofy smile and waved, she whistled and Soul joined her side, wagging his tail excitedly, panting. Krissy walked over to the naive young girl, "i have a job for you" she smirked, slightly rolling her eyes as the girl agreed before she asked, "head into the city and go to the Courthouse Lawfirms, find a girl and bring her back". Cally formed her finger and thumb into a O and winked "a-okay" she smiled clutching her rifle and walking towards the safe entrance they found to the city.
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Postby - drift. » Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:14 am

x Oh, why thank you. c: x

Tapping her fingers against the dusty window-pane, Riley's eyes flicked about the street, scanning for any signs of life - if you could call it that. After a few minutes, a crackle echoed through the radio's speakers, and a woman's voice came on. More of them? There were other survivors? Riley's heart beat quickly as she came to this realization. It pattered against her chest so loud, that she feared the undead outside would hear it.
"Alright, Krissy. But, I should warn you, there's a small swarm right outside in the front of the buidling, near the entrance. About nine zombies all feeding off of some poor soul's carcass." She said, gazing at the small group of zombies through the blinds. She let her finger off of the button, to see if they would reply. Her eyes glimmered with a new found hope. She hadn't been able to even fathom the thought of any others left, but here they were: so close.
A sharp whine echoed from on of the back-rooms of her office, and she whipped arouund, lifting her gun up to shoulder's height, aiming for where she heard the sound. But she let an inheld breath escape her lips as a pure black german shepherd, a dog she liked to call Craven, bound out, his paw held in the air. She let the gun down, and kneeled over to pet the dog. "Don't scare me like that, boy..." She said, patting his head. She had forgotten he had sprained his paw last time they were out, and it was still sore.
She stood back up, and walked back over to the radio, seeing if this Krissy character would respond.
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