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

[Noel]

Hikari-879's Character

Name - Skye Briht
Age - 14... or so he says. He looks and acts younger.
Gender - Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - A knife or two somewhere on his person. Apparently he can shoot a gun if given one, if hardly the best at it.
Strengths - Skye doesn't turn away from challenges, recklessness keeping him sane when nothing else does. Even if not the strongest physically, he's fast enough to run away if needed, something he will only do if he absolutely has to. Likewise, his build is smaller then average for his age, helping in his generally 'hit and run' way of fighting/doing just about anything. He's talented with knives, and can shoot if given the chance, far from amazing at it however.
Weaknesses - Skye is reckless, dangerously so. He falls to baits(both realistic and taunts) and traps with frequency, and is more then likely to drive himself into a situation he'll get trapped in. Similarly, while his smaller build has its uses, it hurts him when strength is needed. His vision is better in one eye then the other, resulting in poor depth perception, which is never helpful.

Appearance - Like previously said, Skye has a small build for his age, standing at five one, his weight more out of proportion. While not skeletal, there's no denying his thin. Despite that, there is some muscle in him, not a great amount, but some: enough that he's not one to push around and not expect a decently hard hit in retaliation. Most of him is weirdly balanced; his legs are nicely stronger then his arms, helping him run faster then average and jump higher, even if he staggers under weight. Do not expect him to lug anything heavy any distance, if one asks him to do just that, one gets a very hard kick as response.

On his features; they're simple. The kind one looks over, finding unimportant. His hair is very light, not exactly fluffy but prone to looking like a few birds slept in it, brown, a shade paler then his skin, which is a light brown as well. His eyes aren't notable; just a flat hazel that one skims over, rarely showing what he's thinking. When he speaks, his voice is slightly accented with something that's hard to name, and becomes more prominent when he's infuriated. All in all, he's not one that attracts eyes, but they're are some unusual features about him.

Personality - Skye is different, to put it simply. If he doesn't trust someone, or they're much older or younger then he is, he's silent, easily annoyed, untrusting, and very likely to vanish off to who knows where. If older then him by a fair amount, usually about five years, this kicks in and it's very hard to get him to talk. Usually he'll just sneer, laugh quietly, or keep a blank face before walking off. He's not really sure why he does it, no one really is, and Skye has neither bothered nor cared to find out or change the habit.
On a different note, with people near his age who he isn't overly-suspicious of(yet another irritating habit of his) Skye is nice enough. Like before, he's hard to get open up. He's smile and laugh with ease enough, even if at strange moments and his smiles are usually mocking or randomly creepy. His behavior doesn't change so long as the person is near enough to his age and once again not making him suspicious; male, female, nine, seventeen, black, white, it's all the same. One would notice though, even after a long semi-normal conversation with him, Skye will have given nothing away about himself. The only thing he doesn't bother to hide is when he's in pain, that he shows; screaming, cussing, and complaining bloody murder until it fades. That is not a pleasant experience for anyone near him, or himself obviously.
If he actually likes someone, a unusual and not be expected occurrence, Skye's personality changes drastically, in comparison anyways. His little laughs and grins are -more so at least- genuine, he'll actually step up to protect whoever it is(although if it endanger his own life/humanity, that person is on their own), and he'll actually listen(to some level). This is rare for him, and is easily broken by a few worth or strange action. Once broken, it never reverts; Skye doesn't 'forgive or forget',and never goes. His grudges last forever, and he'll act on them. Getting on his bad side is considered a bad idea.
History He had a relatively normal family consisting of an older sister and father, a similar school life, and all around would have had an usual life if not for what Skye continuously did; vanish. Anytime he got annoyed, upset, or just plain bored, he would disappear for as much as a few days at a time. Naturally, it's not hard to imagine the problems that caused, what with constant absences from school, home, and just about everything. The various adults around him had little to no idea what to do on the matter; they could hardly lock up a child as young as he was at the time, now could they? So Skye became the boy that was silent in school, casting furious looks at almost anyone who tried to talk to him, and had several hours of lectures and 'counseling' thrown at him daily. To few's surprise; he ran off at twelve, this time not coming back. After a month, he was about to, when the infection came. With undead running rampant, he found a nice little hole to curl up in and hide. Since then, Skye has been surviving, not staying in any particular place or with anyone in particular for long.

[diamonds;;]

lilly's characters

Name
annabel farren hart
Age
nine- only just.
she is very mature however, and acts like a teenager
Gender
female
Status
alive and sane
Weapons
ak47 {don't ask her how she got it, she just did}
barret 50cal
handknife
tazer
Strengths
small. agile. brave. intelligent
Weaknesses
not tall enough to climb some things. brave to the point of idioticy. hates being bossed about. gets angry easily.

Appearance
Farren is like a girl in a picture, painted with the thin and small build and long flowing hair. The girl with the blue eyes guarded by long dark eyelashes, and thin eyebrows. Her eyes and beautifully complimented by her softly tanned skin tone, and her frame, gently touched with her light brown hair highlighted with streaks of blonde, that is normally set in a bun or ponytail with strands falling just above her pale flecked eyes. Her lips are as red as roses, with a youthful smile and cheeky grin forming in the corner. Her shoulders are normally loose, or tight with stress or worry. Her figure is slim, with an athletic look from the football and many other sports that she has participated in. She is normally dressed in black or her light blue t-shirt with the red and orange writing and flower. She has thin wrists and nimble fingers, from the many words that she has written. Her legs are a bit smaller than normal, however it fits with her torso almost perfectly, with small feet in any colour of converse. She stands of a height about 3"9 with a body with an innocent yet guilty look, with more delicate and feminine features with an opposite personality.

Personality
Sometimes found with a charm as sweet as a venomous snake, and a two sided personality Farren is often known for not so unnoticeable mood swings. At one moment, Farren may be a shy, reserved type of girl but the next moment she can be a great fire-cracker. It depends who you are and where you are and the currently mood of the moment. With a large group of people Farren is not normally the one of get stuck in, no matter what side of her's you are on, she will often be distracted by something a such as a leaf blowing in the wind out side of the window. She gets distracted very easy, like explained just before and called sometimes to have an attention span of a gold fish.
With a large love of animals, her partner is her best friend. Of all size, colour and breed she will take on any to have an unconquerable bond between both animal and master. Farren has always been a relentless tomboy, hanging with the guys ever since she could remember. Sport and soccer have always been a big imput in her life; she trained for five days a week, a match on saturday and a rest of sunday. Cross country and Cricket games also were added, her fitness for soccer increasing by the week. Sport was the only place she could be herself, she often just simply kicked a ball around the garden or play soccer with the guys and school. It became so regular it was a part of her for a long time. Nature is something that she lived around; most of her childhood days were spent there no matter what the elements threw at her. Two boys lived on her street and she often had a special affection for both of them, even dispite that they were around two years older that herself. Farren collected nature books, taking strolls with her thoughts in the woods, she often did that to dwell on the bad time even if she did not want to recount a bad day.
Farren can sometimes be found as deciving and sarcastic yet all with good heart. Humor is something that she loves to spread around her friends and earnt the title as the 'Clown of the ground'. She made people laugh often, trying to simply cheer them up when they are down. Spirit is something that never runs scarce in the heart and soul of this young fire-cracker. Most things what she does is often tried to be done with a positive attitude, though these small imputs are not always succsessful. There are times that she is blissfully exited and almost so bubbly it is impossible to burst her good spirits but other times she can be known as a rash person with a firey temper; someone that she does not want to become. Mood swings are often common with Farren, one moment she may be a very queit and reserved person and the next minute she will be a bubbly girl, almost a different person sometimes. Sometimes, her mood is very temperamental; she could swing from mood to mood over fifty times a day sometimes. With friends, she is normally the bubbly Farren that they would know, but with strangers she will be shy, often staying at the back of the group, just simply following them about. As a general person, Farren is a well mannered and kind person who just wants the best of life, even that may not fall upon her. Farr is a complete rebel to her parents, wild and a party-go-er, yet with a rather effiminate side of both kindness and politeness.
If one gets close to Farren, she rarely lashes out. She’s kinder, she is kind but things depress her. If you do get close to Farren, she is as truthful as anyone. She’s nicer to everyone all round. She’s never angry, she isn’t unless you really tick her off, she more kind than anything.

History
Long story short; farren's life so far has been... eventful. It is mostly made from lies and truth never to be know and tragedy, drama and some romance. That is all until the plague broke out. Ever since she has been running, running alone. Farren barely managed to get through some of it, she is just silently following charlie's group around, not wanting to make contact with them and eating just the scraps they leave behind, all with her two companiosn, Oblivion and Skype, her three year old Germans Shepards.

[Kyles]

KYLIE'S CHARACTERS

Name - Isabella
Age - 16
Gender - Female
Status - Alive, semi healthy. Has slight vision problems.
Weapons - M4 carbine, katana, navy seal battle knife and bat.
Strengths - She has a will to fight and is compassionate.
Weaknesses - She is jealous easily and has intense anger problems.
Appearance - Long, dark brown hair. Her eyes are a deep mahogany color. She's petite. 5'6" and 107 pounds. Her body is perfectly shaped.

Personality - Isabella Rose is strong willed and hard headed. Currently depressed out of her mind because of her love's disappearance. She fights for what she believes in and never backs down from a fight. She was raised as the daughter of a deputy sheriff who eventually became the high sheriff of the county. He also collected guns so she knows her way around them easily. She is very proficient with weapons of all kinds. The only person she has ever really become attached to is her boyfriend Austin. He is her world.

History Bella had lived a normal life. She had grown up in a small town and her family was small but pleasant. Every Christmas she would celebrate with love and her father and mother(who had married despite a 28 year age difference) always did their best to make life for her comfortable. Bella loved animals, and owned a cat every second of her life since the moment she was born. Before the outbreak, her parents surprised her with the dog of her dreams, a Tamaskan dog who she named Vjera, short for Vjeravani which is Croatian for 'believe'. Her dad was diagnosed with cancer 3 years prior to the outbreak and it had caused his back to break soon after diagnosis. Without proper medications his pain was unbearable and he couldn't move. Bella ended up, under pressure from her parents, leaving with her boyfriend Austin to try and find safety. She soon heard news of her father's death and lost contact with her mother not long after. One night while the couple sat holed up with a group of survivors, they were attacked by a group of nasty gang members. Austin and Bella were split up and she has not had word from him for months. She assumes he is dead.

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Name - Austin
Age - 17
Gender - Male
Status - Alive and extremely fit.
Weapons - Austin has a bag of 5 revolvers and ammo, as well as an M16, a sword, and 3 knives.
Strengths - Austin is calm and smart. He is not easily outwitted and he can fight.
Weaknesses - Like his girlfriend, he has anger problems and also worries for her so much that his brain can become clouded.

Appearance - Austin is 5'8" and stocky. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with gold around the pupils like the sun's reflection upon the ocean. He is quite attractive.

Personality - Austin is an extremely loving human being and takes it upon himself to watch over his beloved whenever he can. However, his anger problem sometimes causes him to blow up at people and he usually disassociates himself from groups. He grieves everyday for his dead family and constantly wonders if his littlest brother, Tommy, survived.

History - Austin's mother and father divorced after having four children together. He was young and his father was an abusive alcoholic and his mother was nothing short of the devil. His father finally sobered up and he and Austin became best friends. Austin was also extremely close to his uncle Dale. After Austin and Bella met, they soon knew they were soul mates and were entirely inseparable. Their love was passionate and unusual for such a young couple and though they fought they held on strong. Austin was living with Bella when the outbreak fist occurred after being kicked out of his own home months before by his horrid mother. He felt betrayed by her as she picked her newest boyfriend over himself and his brother Gunnar. He loved Bella's parents and often talked with them even when she wasn't there.. It constantly pained him thinking of them being dead. As with Bella they were separated after an attack and not a second goes by that he isn't worrying about her deeply.

[kitten;]

kitten's character;

Name -
Nicholas {Nick} Pike

Age -
Thirteen

Gender -
Male

Status -
Injured; he has a few major cuts to his back and chest as well as a couple on his legs. He's managed to stop the bleeding, but it could get infected quickly; also, he hasn't eaten or drank anything in days. He's been too weak to find anything.

Weapons -
A few grenades, as well as some nifty traps he can set up. He also has a tiny knife just in case, but it wouldn't be of much use as he barely know how to use it.

Strengths -
Nick is able to set up traps at the blink of an eye, catching zombies swiftly and even other people. He's really quite good at making things that the enemy will walk straight into, and then they're at his mercy. He can find deadly uses for things that others would throw away, and in that aspect, he is kind of a pack rat. He also can make up a plan that has a chance of working within minutes, and he loves blowing things up. If he ever got his hands on a missile guidance system and the missile, he would happily blow up every single zombie in existence.

Weaknesses -
He's very weak physically, and only can lift about twenty to thirty pounds, on a good day. Also, he sometimes gets off-topic in the worst of situations, and to deal with stress, he will start rambling about anything he can think of--he's gotten people killed that way. But if he's not under much stress, then he can easily blow up an army of zombies in the nick of time. Like a little kid, he overreacts about getting hurt most of the time unless it doesn't hurt and if he is injured, he probably won't tell somebody at first.

Appearance -
Nick is rather short tall for his age, at a height of around five foot two. He weighs around ninety pounds and at first sight, most would assume he is a scrawny, stick thin kid with no business being alive. The days of going without food have purged all of the fat from his body. Nick has dirty blond that looks almost brown sometimes. It's short, but not extremely short, and it's just enough to barely cover his ears. It's in a messy style, mostly because it's hard to care about your appearance when you're about to die. He has freckles across his cheeks during the summer, and usually a sheen of sweat across his face from slaving away, making a new trap from the zombies to be caught in. His shoulders are broad, but not as broad as the normal person, so he appears more feminine at first sight. He wears an anklet his sister made him about a year ago, before the world went to hell. It's green and white with orange stripes. Other than that, he doesn't wear any jewelry. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that would match his hair if it was a little bit darker.

Personality -
He loves to explain things to people, and in doing so, he will talk at a pace that rivals the world's fastest speaker. He can explain complicated things in just under a minute, and usually confuses people. He doesn't have many friends, but Nick's used to it. Nick is smart, almost frighteningly so; but being immersed in figures and equations for almost two-thirds of his day has rendered him useless in any social situation. He will almost always be awkward and not know what to say, but if he warms up a little bit and gets to know the people he’s talking to he’ll be more at ease. Since he’s never played any sports, and only gotten hurt a few times, he completely overreacts to pain. When he gets sick, he distances himself from others, especially since the zombie outbreak started.

History -
Nick had a happy family life, with a mother, father, and a sister who was in her sophomore year of high school when she got infected. Quickly, her family and the friends around her turned into zombies, but Nick's solitary nature kept him locked in his room all day, so he miraculously wasn't infected. Taking only what food and water he could find around his room after a quick search, as well as some rope and extra clothes, he left in a hurry, knowing that he could be dead within minutes. They were right behind him, and even though authorities were coming to find out what the heck was happening, he didn't want to watch them kill his family. He fled to the furthest place he could find--somewhere solitary, without the hundreds of people that he had once lived around--and ended up going to a deserted mall, one that had been scheduled for demolition before the zombie outbreak started. It ended up being his safe haven, where he could use whatever he found to keep the few zombies at bay, but after about a year, there were too many, and he had to flee. He got the scratches as a result, and left to the parking garage, with nothing except the tattered clothes on his back and precious few weapons. He managed to make it to the second floor before he collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss, and even though the bleeding has stopped, he could get infected any time soon.

[Hekomi]

[[ Sounds good. ^^ Thanks for all joining guys; I've added you all to the member list so far. Does everyone want to start out in the same group, or do you want different groups of survivors? Charles will be on one of the top floors of an abandoned parking garage, whereas Avalon will be on the very bottom. Once I get the "all clear" from everyone about how we want to start, I'll post my two characters, wait for a post from mostly everyone them do a game master post and stir a few things up. ;] Super excited for this btw, and let me know if any of you have some suggestions/requests.

I'd love to get this started ASAP. xD ]]

[kitten;]

{{ Well, Nick is dying so far, so it would be nice if he had somebody to make sure he didn't. xD
Maybe somebody could find him or something. -shrug-
But I really, really want to start. c: }}

[Maxxika]

((I sort of think that everyone meeting in the same group at first might work best. Even if some people want their own group, they can eventually move their characters away from the group. If we all start in the same group, then it's a little easier to follow as a starting point and then there is an opportunity for everyone to interact within the same group.))

[Hekomi]

[[ Good plan is good. Nick could maybe run into Charlie, and Ivan into Avalon (who's underground). I intend to have whoever is with Avalon move upstairs to where Charlie would be, so that could congregate the group. So maybe you guys can decide whether your character will go upstairs or downstairs first and we'll all meet together after a few posts? ]]

[kitten;]

{{ That sounds great with me. c: Should we start now, and the others can make their posts when they have time? }}

[Hekomi]

CHARLES KINSLEY

It was mid evening, and Charles had holed up in the abandoned parking garage for the night. He knew better than to roam around the streets while the walkers were out. It was easy pickings then for him, and ammo was precious at these times. His mount was still across town, since he had yet to go there due to the influx of undead. Whether or not Sym was still alive was another matter, and Charlie chose to altogether forget it at this time.

Instead he pulled a granola bar from a pack strung from his back and began to munch on it slowly. It filled the empty void in his stomach temporarily, his other hand resting on the handgun holstered at his waist. Today had been a quiet day, and it was almost two days since he had seen someone else still alive. His best hope was to just hunker down until morning and try to get more supplies or look for more survivors. As much as he dug the loner thing, it would be good for someone to have his back in this mess.

The garage itself was a good hide out as well; it provided plenty of coverings, since cars were abandoned here and there. With a few bashings from the butt of his gun, Charles had been able to break into a few and gather some supplies. It wasn't as if their owners would be using them now. Finding his own car, or something, and getting his war out of the city was preferred, but he hadn't had the opportunity yet.

He sighed, leaning his back against the wall and tossing away the wrapper haphazardly. What would litter do now that the world was in utter chaos?

AVALON CARADOC

It was almost a week now since Avalon had seen any sign of the gang. They had gone on some expedition for "supplies" and Jack had insisted she not come. Something about even the streets being dangerous during the day now. She pouted, thumbing the edge of her shirt as she sat alone in the dim light of the underground. There were a few mattresses here and there, dirty and scrounged up, and she had enough food. The place reeked of body odour and other unpleasant smells, but it had been her home now for the past few months.

A small stuffed dog was clutched to her chest as she began to hum quietly, trying to amuse herself. The days had gotten longer and longer and all the books she had were read through and through. There was little for the child to do now. She desired to go and look around, and maybe chance finding Jack, but he had ordered her to stay put. She frowned, crossing her arms and grumbling. "Enough is enough, I've been stuck here far too long..." she spoke to no one in particular, but addressed her speech towards the pup in her arms. She gave it a squeeze and pushed her lanky body up.

She was definitely small for her age, and skinny too. Her bones stuck out at awkward angles, but it didn't bother her too much. She had kept herself decently fed the past few days with the supplies that were left, but that was about it. She stuffed a few candy bars into her backpack, along with Echo the stuffed dog, and slid it onto her back.

She was moving slowly from the basement, somewhat perturbed by the fact that everything was so silent. The city had been quiet for days, and Jack was never gone this long. Something rustled in the corner, but Avalon ignored it, moving forward quietly.

[[ c: feel free to post, I'll do a game master post once everyone has gotten a chance, but I need to head out for a bit. ]]