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

[kimmy1479]

((Good idea! Right now Ashia is just waiting outside, so I'm fine with doing whatever with her XD))

[ThisAndThat]

HEYYOU'S CHARACTERS

Name - Alana Boltz (Lani)
Age - 18 years
Gender - Female
Status - Alive, but wounded deeply in her center back.
Weapons - She has a normal sized bow and arrow with 23 silver tipped arrows http://www.elfwood.com/art/l/o/lowe/bow_arrow.gif and one dagger http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/205/4/3/Running_Wolf_Dagger_by_WolfofSong.jpg
Strengths - She is quick with her hand, which is useful for mending wounds and she is smart, helping her find escape routes.
Weaknesses - She is nearsighted, so it is hard for her to see anything farther then 60 feet away from her. Lani is extremely allergic to maple and pine trees. Anything that has to do with maple or pine she tries to stay away from.

Appearance - (I tried out my AWESOME new camera on my friend) http://i26.tinypic.com/al3ywm.png Lani has dirty blonde hair. She is a normal height for her age, 5"8. She is thin and has a medium pale body. She has a large gap in her back, which has finally stopped bleeding. A long crescent shaped scar on the right side on her eye. It is four inches long, and bleeds constantly. Her clothes are torn and dirty. She has a small pair of blue tennis shoes which have turned gray over time. She is wearing a baggy green sweatshirt over a brown cami with black faded skinny jeans.

Personality - Lani is friendly and VERY curious. She smiles all the time, but inside she really wants to die. She is sad and depressed but sometimes can be happy. She is weak but very brave overall.

History - As a child, Lani was abused by her parents. She was the outcast of the school because of her scars and bruises. When she would get home she did all the chores and was sent to the attic to go to sleep. If not her father, her mother would come home drunk and make a reckless way upstairs to take their anger out on Lani and her brother, Kyle. They were very poor and had to steal things to get by on food and shelter. But now, her family is gone and she is left with her horse Knight.
This is Knight-
http://www.equineinspections.com/RESULTS%202007/Sporthorse%20Pics-Pine%20City/Neve%20Nera_0248%20600pxlh%20101407.jpg

His photo is not copyrighted, just so you all know :] Knight is a Frisian Part-Bred stallion.

HEYYOU'S CHARACTERS

Name - Micky Paxton
Age - 6
Gender - Male
Status - Alive
Weapons - A silver flame gun
Strengths - He is very smart and small enough to be able to crawl into tight spaces.
Weaknesses - He is not very fast, and he is deaf, meaning he cannot hear.
Appearance - Micky is very short, shorter then he should be. He has close-to-bleach blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He is a little Hispanic. so he is usually naturally tan. He is wearing a short-sleeved red plaid shirt with a white tee underneath. Micky's pants are faded blue baggy skinny jeans. He has black and navy blue converse with some little rips on the sides.

Personality - Micky is a happy child, he is usually never sad. He loves to draw and is NOT brave. He has a hard time trusting people, and likes to be alone.

History - He had a pretty average life. Good friends, nice house, and played many sports. His school got infected at a parent teacher meeting, so he could no longer go to his parents. He ran far from everyone and hid in an abandoned shed with a rat infestation.

I made a little boy :3

[Hekomi]

[[ Got it. ^^ I made Xavier. I'M LAME. Anyways, his bios with my other bios, he has his two nieces with him. ]]

XAVIER McKORMICK

The city was the last place Xavier wanted to go but the excursion was necessary. Ideally he would have left the girls behind, but with little protection for either of them it was an impossible suggestion. He frowned, the three of them aloft on the two horses, scanning the city from a forested hill. It looked run down, and that was being positive. The sounds of explosions and moaning was loud even from outside the borders of it. It was unlikely anyone would still be alive within it. The cities had been the hardest hit, what with the abnormally high populace. He frowned, hoping that they could get in and out easily without having to come upon too many zombies. Xavier wanted to find some weapons, medical supplies, food... just anything that could help them. He had heard murmurs of an army base set up only 20 miles or so from the city, and that was where he was heading. The radio had said it was safe, at least, until the radio had stopped playing. He had his doubts, but it was worth a look.

Isabel sat in front of Xavier, resting easily on the pommel of the saddle. Her small hands gribbed the horse's black and white mane, lacing the hairs between her fingers. She had been kept safe so far, with her sister who sat astride their other pony. Xavier was thankful his family had owned the ranch and that both girls were good riders in themselves. He trusted Morgan to keep a sure seat on the pony beside him. Chance was his name, and Xavier couldn't help thinking how fitting it was. Shotgun and Chance. He shook his head slightly, dismounting from the horse, but leaving Isabel on him. She shuffled down into the seat, holding onto his mane still.

"I'm going to get a better look. You two stay here. I won't be out of eye sight," he said, his voice dead serious as he moved forwards, just into a small clearing. The girls could still see him from there. The stench of blood though was strong here and Xavier grabbed for his crossbow, spinning around and trying to find the source. A figure was by one of the trees, just a few paces away. He tensed instantly, moving quietly towards it, trying to keep his eyes on the girls. They moved out of sight though and he cursed silently in his head.

Once he was close enough, he gave a sharp whistle, hoping to alert whatever the thing was on the ground. Whatever it was there was a horse too. He assumed the figure on the ground was the rider, but she looked hurt. Hurt or dead? "The blood, is it from a bite?" he growled, moving towards her and looking.

Morgan and Isabel exchanged looks as their uncle moved from sight, and Morgan was the first to urge her pony onwards, following where Xavier had gone. Isy followed, the two horses coming up to where Xavier was. His eyes flew up as his crossbow did. He had told them to stay put, and now they were potentially at risk, if this girl had been infected.

"Are you infected." He didn't ask it, more barked it as a command. The horse didn't look too happy either, but he could see no visible wounds on it.

[[ speaking to: Alana ]]

[dooze]

[YES! I've been looking for a good semi-lit roleplay for a long time :D]

ATLYA'S CHARACTERS

Lola Marie Temptiz. Call me Agent Temptiz. -
Age - 21.
Gender - female. [Sorry! I will make a male if you want]
Status - alive.
Weapons - shotgun
Strengths - being under pressure, being well-fed
Weaknesses - if taken by surprise, being under-fed

Appearance - [click.] Agent Temptiz has shoulder-length, medium brown hair that has a unforgettable wave to it. She has dark brown eyes and a diamond shaped face with a hardly noticable mole on the left side of her lower jaw. Her lips are always painted with a bright red shade and she will always be wearing national uniform with black leather heeled boots.

Personality - Agent Temptiz is always alert. She looks out for others and will sacrifice herself first before anyone could have the chance to save her. She is very smart and sassy as well as being great with comebacks. She's also quite the flirt, if you ask me and enjoys attention, especially from the opposite gender.

History - Agent Temptiz is obviously a secret agent, in case you didn't know. At age 17, she got transported to the Whitehouse and was trained to be one of the most sucessful agents in the country. She was enlisted into two wars as a soldier, then got taken out. When she was about to fly out of Sikorsky (Southern East Connecticut), she received a call about the zombie apocalypse, she immediately changed course of flight and landed in Southern Ontario.

[She will join any group that asks her^^]

[kimmy1479]

((Okay, that will work.
Should I have Arron climb back up or get saved?))

[Hekomi]

[[ Atlya, added you to the front page. ^^; No worries about a guy, if you want to make one you can. There are just lots of girls. XD

And yes. I could not resist the epic crossbow goodness. ;___;

Kimmy; you can wait for someone else to post, but Charles can save him in the next post. I just need other people to post first. ^^ ]]

[diamonds;;]

{ would it be possible if I added to some of annabel's weapons please? I have been looking at some weapons, and I want to add them too. I will add more to the history aswell, and where she got the weapons from. I hope thats alright. I have a lot of muse lately. }

[dooze]

[b][Later, I will make a boy when I get more used to the roleplay ^^ Thanks for accepting me! This is probably the most hated roleplay question ever, but where should I begin?]

[kimmy1479]

((I would think anywhere probably. XD I mean, the main stuff is happening at the Parking Garage, so you could probably be *in* a car hiding out or possibly outside the building. I'm not really sure XD So far the only thing I posted was the opening for mine. Ones hanging from a fire escape and the other is hiding outside.))

[dooze]

[I guess I'll start in the parking garage ^^]

AGENT TEMPTIZ

Temptiz dashed across the large, dull space holding out her handgun straight out in front of her. Her boots clanked on the ground and it echoed throughout the empty area. Above one of the red columns that matched her cherry red lipstick was movement. Dust fell as something fluttered around above her. She held her small gun above her head, pulled the trigger, and the sound of the shot firing filled the garage. A small pigeon fell and splattered on the ground with a small "thunk". She dashed over to the bird realizing she'd shot it's upper chest. She took a few steps back as blood stained it's silvery feathers. Temptiz realized what she had to do. Before picking up the small creature by tail, she put on her white gloves and tiptoed outside. She stood in the still day and dropped the bird on the hard asphalt. She held the gun out in front of her body again as she walked backwards, into the parking garage, the safest point.

She wondered if she'd see anyone. Ever since being dropped off in this barren land, Temptiz has had little interaction with humans. How'd she'd kill to see a man of her age again. "Hello?" her voice echoed. "Anyone in here?" Her heels clanked on the cement ground again. "It's Agent Temptiz, 737009 of the U.S. Secret Services."