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

[faraday]

RAINY.DAY'S CHARACTER

Name - Sorren J. {James} Kirk
Age - 14
Gender - Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - 22in. KitchenAid Rolling Pin; Plastic Handles, Stainless Steel Roller ... 34 Function Swiss Army Knife; Two Blades.
Strengths - Loyal until the bitter end ... He is dead honest, sometimes brutally ... Sorren calls it his 'girly side', but he is extremely compassionate and understanding ... he has an advantage intellectually, as opposed to strength or size ...
Weaknesses - He is stubborn; "since the day he was bron, 'till the day he dies" his godparents would say ... he is ridiculously blunt ... he will always try to take control of a situation even if he shouldn't ...

Appearance - Sorren is rather handsome; it gains him an upper hand in the school popularity system, and uses it to his advantage. He has soft blue eyes, the color of the sky, with gold flecks and craters near his pupils. His skin is fair and pale, even though he spends a good amount of time in the sun. His hair is thick, and he maintains it at midlength, barely covering his ears and forehead. For being 14 years old, he is extremely short, measuring in at only four feet and twelve inches. He is average build and weight, so he's not fat or skinny, and he's not muscular or scrawny, he's right in the middle. He has braces, which are doing hardly anything to his teeth anymore, since it's not like he can go schedule an orthodontist's appointment anymore. His style is simple; a plain colored shirt with some jeans, and red converse high tops.

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Personality - Sorren is quite frankly a goof-off. He hardly ever takes anything seriously; he's even had a hard time taking the zombie infection seriously. He'll do things just to make people laugh, which can be both a strength an a weakness. It can be a good morale boost, but dangerous in a serious situation. He's kind and helpful, but he can let his love of entertaining people get in the way. He is reckless, and will often do things before thinking. He hates that about himself, but he knows that he cannot change it. He doesn't dwell on one thing for too long, and many others think it's because of his limited attention span. Despite being a spastic goofball, Sorren is rather intelligent, but he tries his hardest to be average intelligence. He doesn't want to be classifyed as a nerd or a geek, even if it means keeping his true talent under wraps.

When the zombie infection came, the first thing Sorren did was grab stuff and run. When it comes to "fight or flight", Sorren will choose "flight" every time. It's not that he is a coward, it is that he is not much of a fighter; at all. He would prefer to stay hidden with limited amounts of supplies than steal food from others.

History - His real parents died when he was younger, victims of the attack on 9/11. They were both in the South tower when it fell. His godparents have been taking care of him ever since, and even though they grieve for Sorren's parents, they have not brough up the subject of Sorren's real parents for years. To him, they're his parents; he hardly remembers his real parents, and the memories that he has of them that he can remember are not fond ones.

[Hekomi]

[[ Both of you are good to go; I'll add you up in a second. c: Feel free to post, either joining Charlie and his group, or Ivan's tinier group. Charlie = upstairs, Ivan = downstairs. ]]

[faraday]

.Sorren.

Everything was turned upside down; well, Sorren's life was at least. The sound of moans and groans seemed to go on and on forever, lulling the city to sleep, and waking it up each and every morning. Sorren heard the sound that he dreaded most nearby; the consumption of flesh. A heard a sickening rip, followed by a crunch. The stench of death wafted into Sorren's nostrils, and he could feel his legs go weak. His feet began moving before he even told them to, and he broke out into a sprint towards the nearest building. It looked like one of those giant grocery stores, that sold a wider variety of items than normal ones. A 'Superstore' of sorts. His eyes searched frantically for an enterance, but all of them were boarded up, and more than likely the doors would be locked too. He cursed lightly under his breath, fearing for the worst. There was no way he was going to be trapped outside with those beasts. And then, a miracle. A broken window, leading to the parking garage. It was covered in shards of broken glass, and he would have to make it quick. He ran towards the opening, and dove into it, crying out in pain as the glass slashed at his skin, followed by a terribly painful landing onto the cold cement floor of the garage. Sorren's whole body heaved with pain, and he could feel blood soaking through his shirt. He sat up wearily, his senses dulled by the pain. Oh, the pain. It was awful. He lifted his shirt and cringed at the gashes in his body, and knew he would have to clean them up before they got infected; but first, a more pressing matter. He heard a sound at the window he had jumped through, and guessed what it was before he even saw it. A zombie. Sorren coughed, fumbling around for a weapon; a rolling pin, it would have to do. The only other thing he had was a swiss army knife, and that would be even less effective. He didn't have the best aim, but it would have to do, and he threw the pin at the monster, hitting it in the nose, stunning it. The rolling pin rolled faithfully back down to him, and he stood up with a whimper and a groan, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to quickly block the enterance. He looked around the vacant garage, and mumbled incoherent nonsense to himself under his breath, frustrated at the fact that there was nothing around that would be useful to plug up the hole that he had so carelessly made; wait! Unless...

Sorren dipped his hands in the pool of blood he had left on the cement flooring, ensuring that his hands were heavily coated, and whipped around the face the zombie. "Hey, fleshface!" Sorren taunted, a smirk spreading knowingly upon his face, which was smudged with mud and blood. He flicked the blood at the zombie, ensuring that it got a scent of it. "Want some of this?" He teased again, beckoning the zombie farther into the garage. The zombie was quite frankly, frightening. It's dead eyes stared blankly at Sorren, and he knew the only saw the zombie saw in him was dinner. But upon pondering the fact, Sorren wondered if the zombie was something more than a hungry beast; no, it couldn't be. Look at it! It reeked of death! Who knew how many innocent lives the thing had taken? Well, no longer would it take any more. Sorren ducked beneath the zombie, grabbing the rolling pin. He grabbed the handle, looking up at the zombie which was already halfway through the window. Just where he needed it. He raised his arm, and brought it back down upon the zombie's skull. One, two, three blows to the head. And just like that, it was over. The zombie was just dead weight. And more importantly, a barricade. Sorren smiled at his creativity, but he was once again reminded of his wounds when they began to burn. He quickly turned around, only to see that there were others; a man, and a child. "Holy crap." He whispered to himself, hoping that they did not see his whole display. "Hi!" He called out to the others, limping in their direction. "Um, I don't know if you saw all of that, but uh, I'm kind of hurt; I think I need some antibacterial cream, and maybe some gauze." He explained, as he continued to shuffle towards them. "I'm Sorren, by the way, I hope I'm not interupting anything."

Speaking to: Zombie, Ivan, Avalon

[kitten;]

{{ I apologize for not putting this up sooner; I had the craziest weekend. }}

{{ nick ;

He was woken out of his daze quickly by a sharp rap on the window. Slowly opening his eyes, squinting against the light streaming in through the windows, he was almost ready to run when he realized that it might not be a zombie at all. He hadn't heard any moaning yet. Glancing over, he saw that it was an actual survivor--not a zombie. He looked a lot older than Nick was, at least ten years. Breathing a sigh of relief, he almost opened the door, but then he heard the moans--the trademark zombie noises his family had made before they tried to kill him. They were slightly muffled through the car door, but they were loud enough that he couldn't tell which direction they were coming from. Shivering slightly, he initially was going to lock himself in the car, but something held him back. Even though there were probably other people with this guy, there would be a lot of zombies coming--he could even smell his own blood through the car door.
Suddenly getting an idea, he fumbled around for a moment in the car before he found what he was looking for--the few grenades he had been able to take with him. Rolling down the car window--it was manual, thankfully, but it was painful for Nick in his state--he said, loud enough to be heard over the moans, "Here; take these. It's not much, but at least you can blow up a few. Better than wasting ammo, anyway."

{{ talking to ; charles

[Yuki.]

{Sorry, had school. May I ask what has happened since my last post (Page three) Where Hekomi's character just closed the doors to the garage?}

[Moved </3 D:]

( Bookingmarking. )

[ThisAndThat]

Wait, was i accepted? If you need me to re-post my character info i will.

[Yuki.]

{Thanks Hekomi ^^ }

Kanen stuttered, and didnt know how to answer Charlies question. He looked in the darkness where the voice came from, and coukd barely make out a figure. "No, none of us are bitten" He said as it echoed through the area. Grace stood next to him and grasped his arm tightly. "Who are you? How many of you are there?" Kanen said again, trying to understand what was going on. He knew about the Apocalypse, and all the craziness, but he wasn't fully knowledgeable about what was really happening. He tried to hide from the walkers, for Grace. He knew that it upset-ed her to see the soul's body to be tortured with rot, and better yet, bullets from selfish survivors. Kanen tried to exclude themselves from any contact, and often ran when in a zombies senses.

Kanen looked down to Grace, who kept her eyes in the direction of Charlie's voice. Grace thought about how easily it was to die. Would maybe, herself die soon? She wasnt worrying, in fact, the thought of death was a happier place if you found peace. She looked to her left, where Kanen looked down on her, then to her right, where Sammy stood. Sammy was only a year older than Grace, and was the same height. Sammy had beautiful red hair that flowed straightly to her shoulders. Her eyes were green, and looked as if they belonged in the forest. Sammy was a pleasant girl, it made Grace cringe at the thought of her unnecessary death. The poor girl had died in a car crash with her drunk father. Sammy gave a friendly smile to Grace, which comforted her. Grace smiled back, then grasped Sammy's hand tightly.

{For all of you who dont understand, Sammy is Grace's 'Ghost Friend'. Grace thinks she can now see the ghosts that wander the earth after her mother died. Whether you want your characters to believe it or not is up to you ^^}

{When I wrote about Sammy, it brought back an unpleasant thought about my Best Friend's sister's friend. The friend was in the car with his drunk mom on the highway. His mom kept nagging at him for unnecessary things until finally he had enough. He got out of the car, where he was soon run over by a simi truck. Sad, isnt it?}

[kimmy1479]

Kimmy479's Characters (:

Name - Aaron
Age 16
Gender Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - Pocket knife.
Strengths - Aaron is athletic and agile. He is relatively smart, in a purely acedimic sense, and instinctive.
Weaknesses - His left knee is weak from a childhood injury and if exerted too much, sometimes gives out on him. He also has trouble not giving away his next move, since he has a tendency to look precisely where he is about to go. He has trust issues and has a hard time trusting anyone; even himself.

Appearance - Aaron has slightly shaggy black hair and pale blue eyes. He is tall and lanky, with seemingly little muscle. His shoulders are often a little hunched; a quirky habit that he often does when he is stressed. He is somewhat tan and his hands and feet are calloused from sports. All in all he is an attractive guy, but usually ins't noticed unless he is playing a sport.

Personality - Aaron is quiet and a bit self-deprecating. Unless he is on a court or field playing a sport, he feels like he is worthless. He is kind-hearted, but often doesn't realize when others are hurt or in trouble emotionally. He often zones out, giving the impression of scatterbrained and absentmindedness, though when he does that, he is always thinking of something important.

History - His father left Arron when he was two, and ever since Araron has had trust and abandonment issues, though he tries not to show them. His mother worked wherever she could, and they moved around often. He loved sports and, in his opinion, it was the only thing he was good at. He constantly went from school to school, and was almost always labeled as the loner. He rarely connected with anyone, and instead just sat alone, only being noticed while playing a sport. He only ever made a true freind with a girl named Carla, but inevitably had to moved away again, and soon lost contact with her.

Kimmy1479's Character's

Name - Ashia
Age - 14
Gender - Female
Status - Alive
Weapons - A kitchen knife
Strengths - Ashia is fit and flexible; she is quick thinking and open minded.
Weaknesses - Ashia is flexible, but not very strong. She has trouble lifting heavy objects and finding other peoples weaknesses. Sometimes she is a little too naive and can't tell if someone is trying to take advantage of her kindness.

Appearance - Ashia has long, dark brown hair that she often pulls up in a pony tail. She is overall a very small person; short and thin. Standing at about 5'4 and weighing just barely 100 pounds, she is often mistaken as much younger than she is.

Personality - Ashia is kindhearted and always does her best to help others. Unfortunately, her helpfulness often leads her to trouble, as she is naturally a tad clumsy. Besides that, people sometimes try to take advantage of her and her kindness, leading the naive girl into more than a little trouble. She is sweet, eccentric and poetic, creativity being one of her strongest and most useful quality's.

History - Ashia lived with two 'by-the-book' parents who could never figure out how their daughter had ever turned out so peculiarly. While they had a fondness of precision and neatness, she delighted in being spontaneous and messy. In contrast to the plain white walls of their room, Ashia's room was a bright blue and covered in self-made paintings of whatever she wished to make that particular night. Her parents and her could not have been more different, and only a desperate doctor who dare not confess of his mistake knew why....

[diamonds;;]

lilly's characters

Name
annabel farren hart
Age
ten- 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}
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 companion, Oblivion, her three year old Germans Shepard.

{.I don't think this was viewed. I can make a guy too, but I honestly suck at playing them.}