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

[maxlet]

[ Oh my word, I used to RP with Magique a while back ^0^
I'm posting because I may try to join this again, now that I will start having more free time.
As long as that is alright, of course <3 ]

[Hekomi]

[[ Of course. ^^ Anyone is welcome to join. xD I've only closed joining once because we got swamped with people. ]]

[faraday]

{Oh my dearie goodness~ Could I possibly get a recap for Ivan's group? I haven't posted on here in what seems like an eternity. :c}

-Rainy

[maxlet]

Atom's Character <3

Name - "Andrew Rellit, and no, you can't call me Andy." | Andrew Sampson Rellit
Age - "I'm twenty four, thank you very much." | 24
Gender - "God, are you a moron?" | Male
Status - "Oh, yeah, I'm dead alright." | Alive
Weapons - A crossbow with 6 arrows, and a handgun with close to 20 bullets for reload.
Strengths - Andrew grew up hunting, so he's is very accustomed to being outdoors. He knows how to gather food from the woods, and how to track. He's also very stealthy and quick on his feet, making him good for "gopher" runs.
Weaknesses - Andrew isn't a very good people person, especially now that most of the ones he comes into contact with are dead. He can also push others away so that he doesn't get attached, making it hard for him to work in large groups.

Appearance - Andrew is tall for even a man, standing 6 foot four inches for head to toe. He has his dark hair kept short, but never high and tight. His face was often shaved clean, but, with little time to spare for a shave, he will usually have some short scruff. His skin tone is fair if not a little pale. As for his eyes, their dark hazel-brown color reflects the darkness inside him. Showing little emotion leaves him with no frown lines nor smile lines. The build for the rest of his body it thick in some spots and lean in the others. Naturally, dragging the dead weight of a hunted deer from the woods will build up muscle. Both his arms and his legs are thick with the muscle built up over ten years of hunting and playing baseball. The lean parts consist of his stomach and other less worked areas. While he doesn't have fat, he does not have abs either.
His clothing is minimized to what he has on now. Black jacket, dark shirt, dark wash jeans, and Converse. While he would usually wear work boots, his Converse had been what he was in once the hoard reached him. His dark clothing had always been preferred to any color, as he never liked attention drawn to himself.

Personality - Andrew wasn't always a stuck up redneck. Before the outbreak he was genuinely sweet young man who would do anything he could to help someone. While he still helps people, he doesn't do it because he wants to. He feels it is his civic duty to helps others and that bad luck will come upon him if he leaves. That is the main reason he does not let himself get attached to anyone now. He knows that if he cares for someone there is a large chance that something bad will happen to them. To keep anyone from getting close he puts himself out as a jerk. He does awful in large groups, but is fine among one or two people. If someone is privileged enough to get his trust then they have gained a loyal comrade that will never turn his back on them. His loyalty never went away when he got "mean." He just stifled it enough to keep it hidden. His loyalty and caring side are stronger than he would like, meaning he has to work even harder to keep from caring for people. That goes to prove how stubborn he is. Once he sets his mind to something he doesn't stop from doing it until what he wants get accomplished or is totally proven wrong.

History - Andrew was born at 3:11 a.m. His mother always told him he had been stubborn from conception. The nine months she was pregnant with him, she had the oddest cravings and could barely keep any of the food down. Her morning sickness was never limited to only the morning and it left her quite weak by the time she was due. His father had been worried for her the whole pregnancy, but all she could think about was seeing her baby boy for the first time.
- He stayed the only child until he was four. The pregnancy for the second child was much easier, and that was when he got his little brother, Ethan. By the age of four, Andrew was already showing his strong and silent demeanor. He would hold his baby brother and attempt to teach him things, but he never really showed much joy about the child.
- By the age of seven, with Ethan being three, they got another sibling. This time it was a little girl. Andrew showed more interest in this child, a red headed little girl with hazel eyes. Now that he was older he understood more why Ethan had never done good with what he had taught him. Now he kept the younger boy by his side at all times, becoming more mature with his age.
- Five years passed with nothing new to add. Until another boy came along. Andrew was born with dark hair and dark eyes, along with his brother Ethan. Lacey, his five year old, read headed little sister was taking the looks of their mother while they got the looks of their father. This boy, a son they named Josiah, was a mixture of both parents. Josiah had hazel eyes like their mother, but his hair was a lighter brown, much like their father's sister. Andrew was now twelve and fully understood how babies and toddlers worked. His brother Ethan was following along right in his footsteps, acting like a mini me. Then their was Lacey, five years old but still the baby girl, who was a sweet as could be.
- Two years passed before his parents would have their last child. Andrew, 14, Ethan, 10, Lacey, 7, and Josiah, 2, had all been born healthy and on time no matter how hard the pregnancy had been. The last baby, however, was born at 25 weeks. The four older child had been in the hospital waiting room while there mother was being seen by the doctor. Andrew was sitting in the hard, leather chair with the squirmy Josiah in his lap. Beside him Ethan kept Lacey occupied by playing dolls with her. Andrew knew very well that his mother was not big enough to be having the baby by now, and he thought for sure Ethan knew that too. The two younger didn't have a clue, though.
- Elizabeth was born that day. She was automatically taken from his mother and taken somewhere to be monitored. His father came out to sit with him while their mother rested. The doctor had come to speak to them, but most of the words he used seemed foreign to the boy. All he fully understood was that his new baby sister had a 50% chance of survival.
- The first time he saw her his heart ached. She was the smallest baby he had remembered seeing. The tubes coming out from her made him think of a science fiction movie. Being too small to breath for herself, they had had to give her oxygen and put her in a room where she could be monitored. It was weeks before she could finally come home.

- Andrew, his two parents, and his four younger sibling grew up in a two story farm house. The home was the only one he had ever lived in. The front of the house had a covered porch with two rockers, one for his mom and one for his dad. The entire home was white and the shutters were painted a shade of green that he compared to the woods. The first floor of the home held their kitchen, dining room, living room, and a bathroom. The upstairs held four rooms and a bathroom. One room was his parents'. One was for him. and the two boys shared a room while the two girls shared the other.
- Being only four years apart, Ethan was Andrew's closest sibling. The two of them often went hunting with their father in the fall, which taught them both stealth and how to handle guns. While in the woods he had learned which plants were poison, which plants could be eaten, and how to track. Though he loved his other siblings and outwardly expressed his love for them, Ethan was by far his favorite.

- Andrew was headed through the field behind him home. The grass reached his mid shin, housing crickets that sprang away with his steps. He had his crossbow in one hand and his arrows were nestled in their spot in his quiver. It had been ten years and he was home from college to see his family. Thanksgiving was around the corner and he had gone out to try and spot a wild turkey. Finding nothing after an hour, he was returning home. Halfway through the field, he heard the scream.
His eyes had been focused on the springing crickets when the sound reached him. He threw his head up and froze. The only ones in his home now were his two parents, his seventeen year old sister, Lacey, his twelve year old brother, Josiah, and his ten year old sister, Elizabeth. The high pitched squeal had to have been one of the three girls.
The grip on his crossbow tightened as he dashed towards the house. Another high pitch scream reached his ears and his heart practically stopped. The screen door of the back porch was open, swinging in the wind, and inside stood their neighbor. He had his seventeen year old sister pushed up against the counter, the stain of blood on the cupboards behind her. No one else from his family was seen, but what he saw was devastating enough. He made it to the porch and raised his crossbow, arrow locked and loaded. "Get off of her, you dirty son of a b*tch!" The arrow found its way into his neighbor's head. The creature fell to it's knees and then to the left. He rushed to his sister, the paleness of her skin frightening him. Her hand was clasped to her neck as she gasped for breath. Their neighbor had been- He had no idea what had happened, but his neighbor had bitten his sister in the neck and now she was bleeding to death right in front of him. He had no words to say to her, so he stood by her and held her up until she took her last breath.
Lacey went faint in his arms, and he found himself biting his lip to hold back the stinging tears in his eyes. He laid her on the tiled kitchen floor and turned to the dead man. The tip of his Converse hit his shoulder as he kicked the man onto his back. His neighbor was not the same man he had once known. He was sickly looking with blood on his mouth. He grabbed the arrow and yanked it from his head, placing it back in the crossbow. With his weapon ready he stalked from the kitchen and into the living room. His father was laying on the living room floor, sickly looking like the neighbor, with a bullet wound in his head.
After searching the house, he found that the rest of the family had fled, leaving Lacey to die. He didn't doubt that his mother had sacrificed her to save the others. Not being able to stand going back through the kitchen, he went to the front porch and sat on one of the rockers. His pain had left him feeling numb. He lost two people he cared about in one day and the others had abandoned him.
- He stayed on the front porch until the sun started to go down. A rustling from inside the house caught his attention. He turned and looked to the front door of the house. A moan came from the inside of the house. Standing, he went in to see who else had entered the house. In the dying light he saw Lacey staggering in from the kitchen. She moaned and made her movements toward him faster. He caught his breath and saw that she had taken on the sick look. Caught up in his discovery, he hadn't heard Ethan approaching behind him. He raised the bow and shot his baby sister right in front of his brother.
After calming Ethan, a boy who looked even more like him now, he took the arrow from Lacey's head and explained what his theory was. Some sort of "mad cow" disease was being spread. He told him how he found Lacey, but spared the bloody details. He also explained that their other siblings and mother were MIA. After gathering enough things for themselves, and burying Lacey, they headed out.
- Along their trip they encountered few dead, but even fewer living. One man they found explained what he had heard on the radio about the disease. It turned out all the zombie stuff people spread around had come true. He and Ethan left the man on the note and continued on their way. While out one night Ethan came upon a "Walker" that had a dog cornered. He shot the infected child and looked over the dog. The mutt stayed nameless while they moved on, luring it with sweet murmurs and small treats. Ethan had always been and animal person, and Andrew had only wanted his brother to be happy.
However, their joy wouldn't last for long. That night they were bombarded by a hoard and Ethan got bit on the shoulder while fighting off a Walker in front of him. Andrew and he managed to fight off the rest of them, but it was too late. The virus was in him and he would die and then turn. Ethan begged his brother to help him, asking him to stop the pain. They both knew there was only one way to do that, but he didn't want to think of shooting his own brother. Not the only family he had left. But Ethan's beggings and moans of pain got the better of him. He hugged his brother, kissed his forehead and murmured an "I love you" before using the handgun to put him out of his misery.
Andrew buried his brother the next morning, not wanting him to be eaten, and moved on with the dog following him. He dubbed the male mutt Jethro after a man from the Bible. He was unsure what Jethro had done for sure, but he hoped a Biblical name would bring him luck. The dog stayed by his side, but he set the standard right there. Besides his dead brother's dog, he would care for no one. The heart ache that it brought was not worth it.

[Princess Porcelain]

[@Hekomi: Thanks. I will have to post later, I have to go to church.]

[maxlet]

[ Finished Andrew. Don't worry about reading the history. I was on a roll x3 ]

[kimmy1479]

~Aaron~

He waited a moment before answering the man, unsure of how to get himself into the group without lying. Finally, he answered.
"My uncle taught me how to shoot, and I take martial arts and self defense." Aaron said with as much confidence as he could muster. Truthfully, his uncle had only taught him how to theoretically shoot a gun, and he took martial arts and self defense when he was a kid, since he had been bullied. But, if it got him on the mission, he was fine with stretching the truth. He stood a little straighter as he stared expectantly at the man, trying to give an air of confidence and ability as he awaited the verdict. Aaron didn't want to sit around here waiting. He wanted to get out there, get a weapon in his hands, and blow up some Zombies.

[To Rick and those around him]

[Hekomi]

[[ Atom, you're good to go, feel free to post. ^^ I might get in one today, we'll see! ]]

[Princess Porcelain]

.: Koren Aryana Lark :.

This is the color of Koren's speech.
This is the color of Timothy's speech.

Koren was walking silently through the streets, her gun in hand. Not that she was worried about being attacked, she just felt better when she had a weapon around. The night cast eerie shadows everywhere the pale yellow glow of the streetlamps did not touch. Wind howled through dark, deathly silent alleys, and the only sound that could be heard is the creaking of old doors as the wind pushed them open with its icy fingers. As Koren walked, she searched for Timothy, who had apparently run off again.

What am I going to do with that boy? she thought. He needs to learn to stop running off. She searched an old alley where he often hid from her, in hopes of jumping out and scaring her. He was not in any of his usual hiding places, so she searched an abandoned bakery that had since been relieved of its merchandise. On the floor, in a pool of dark red blood, was her brother, with a piece of glass stuck in his leg. "Timothy! Are you okay?" Koren asked, hysterical. When no answer was forthcoming, she checked for signs of life. His heart was beating. He was breathing. He would survive, but he was unconscious and his leg might get infected if she didn't find a first-aid kit.

Luckily, there was one hidden in a supply closet, so Koren took out the glass, dressed his wound, and applied a bandage. She picked up her brother, and carried him back to the small hideout they had been staying in, which, luckily, was not that far, otherwise, she might have dropped him. She laid him down on a bench in the abandoned restaurant, and found one of the dirty tablecloths they had been using for blankets, and put it over him. She locked the doors with a small key. It might not prevent the zombies from getting in, but at least it would hold them off or otherwise deter them from entering.

At least she had set up an effective alarm that warned against intruders. That would certainly help if she fell asleep. She curled up in her usual sleeping area, where she could hear the alarm if it went off, and, hopefully, keep vigil over her brother.

.: Timothy Andrew Lark :.

Timothy was outside, scavenging for anything edible, when he found an interesting-looking store down an alleyway, past several garbage cans and dumpsters. The old sign, which seemed almost ready to fall off of its precarious perch, read: Mama Olive's Bakery - Welcome, everyone. He pushed open the door, on its rusty hinges. Apparently, this place had been out of business for some time. But it was possible that there could be something here worth looking for.

Timothy searched the building, from top to bottom, until he found a locked supply closet with a broken window. He slipped through the window, but somehow a shard of glass became lodged in his leg. He paid no mind as he looked at the things the supply closet held. Most of the food had since gone out of date, but there were a few raw materials that were still edible, as well as some pickles and various jams and jellies. He unlocked the door, and went to search for a bag, a box, or some kind of container to carry the stuff back to the restaurant he and his sister had been staying in.

On his way down the stairs, he continued to search for something useful. When he arrived at the first floor, a dark form swung a heavy aluminum baseball bat at his head, making him fall to the floor in a heap. The last thing he saw before blacking out was an apelike form exiting the building with a straight, stick-like thing in its hand, and Koren's voice coming from the opposite side of the establishment, saying, "Timothy! Are you okay?" After that, complete blackness engulfed his senses.

[maxlet]

[ I officially love my own character <3 I think I'm going to write a more detailed story 'bout him and Ethan ^-^
Before I post, everyone is at the bar correct? Is there anything specific about the street outside? I'll probably start him out there and get him to snoop around and find them. ]