Help Us! (A Walking Dead RP) New and Accepting!

[Small Child]

☩That's bull. It all speeds up... ☩

Brigelle is a fifteen year old girl who’s lost everything but her uncle. She’s shy, she’s quiet, but she’s logical and thinking. She’ll try and take charge where possible, but is usually shut down because she’s so young.
She believes anyone can survive this apocalypse if you just think- all you need is brains, right? She gets moody easily, especially because she’s been degraded to doing ‘women’s work’ and isn’t allowed to work with guns. In short, she’s quiet, but grumpy.

P E R S O N A L I T Y : She is a quiet teenager, always has been. She relied on her friends to speak for her, because she disliked talking to people. She is very smart, and is afraid people will make fun of her for it. She’s shy around people she doesn’t know, and since this whole thing started, she’s reverted further into herself. Her uncle Carlos can barely get her to say two words to the other people at camp.
When the outbreak got bad, they both headed to Atlanta, her parents in the car behind them, suitcases and camping gear in the back, as well as all the packaged and tinned food they could afford. Her entire allowance had been spent on stuff for her- crackers, tuna, beans, whatever she could do to lay the slack off her parents a little more.
But her parents’ car was blown with Napalm. She remembered seeing the light fall from the sky, and everything just… you know when they say everything goes slowly when something terrible happens. That’s total bull- it all sped up.
She hates people in general now; they treat her like a petty child, a petty female child. She has to wash the clothes, she has to clean, and she has to do everything she doesn’t want to. She wants to help set up traps, help set up trip wire fence, help catch food- but no. She’s stuck with the other women.
She still communicates with the other kids, and she helps with homework the parents set for them, but yeesh. End of the world, and she still has to work on trigonometry? It’s not fair- she could be doing useful things. If you make her upset, she’ll not tell you. She’ll stalk away and sulk- something her uncle is trying to get her stop doing.

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L O O K S : Brigelle has soft, wavy long blonde hair, which reaches down to underneath her shoulder blades. It is usually found in a high ponytail, but she always sleeps with it wafting down her shoulders. Her complexion is usually clear, but like any teen, she’ll get a spot occasionally. Her skin is a creamy colour, like porcelain but pinker. Her lips are full, and pink. She usually chews on them, so it wouldn’t be unusual to see them with cuts. She has light green-blue eyes which have this dark light, like she’s always upset.

H I S T O R Y : She grew up an only child with her parents, Rochelle and Marco Cortez. Her uncle Carlos moved in with her when she was ten, and he ended up being her best friend. He would take her to the park, or movies, or what-not. She got plenty of academic awards because she was smart, and she is a strong swimmer. She has several swimming trophies, all in first, second, or third place. She gave up when she hit highschool, because she had to move to America due to the fact that her father got a big break in Kentucky. She still has her Australian Accent, but she can change her voice. She can do a British accent, and she can to a Texan accent.

B A S I C :
}} Age {{ Brigelle is fifteen years old.
}} D.O.B {{ Her birthday is on the twenty eighth of march.
}} Name {{ Her full name is Brigelle Michene Cortez.
}} Status {{ Single, currently only family is her uncle Carlos.
}} Useful {{ She can work with weapons, including bats, hatchets, and guns.
}} Other {{ Help us!

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

**Sure thing**

Orion heard the sound of pebbles skittering across the tiles of the the roof. Unless Zombies had learned to climb. "S**T S**T," He mumbled trying to pull his gun free as he climbed slowly across the roof, upward til he could see the girl who had just climbed the fence. He blinked in surprise as he watched her. "Nice day isn't?" he asked cheerfully hoping he didn't scare her to much and have her fall into the waiting arms of the hungry mass below. "I don't have any water to share, but this roof is plenty big enough," he continued as if it was just any other day, with out Zombies roaming below them.

[Nxee]

Destiny froze suddenly at the sound of a male's voice. She clutched her Katana hard in her hands as she turned to see a tall, shaggy haired man. She nodded slowly, not taking her brown eyes off of him. "How long have you been here?" she asked quietly, still clutching her Katana.

[LoudGhozt]

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>> Isabelle Colette King | Nineteen | Exploring the Prison <<

"Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder?"

"I'd seriously rather sleep in the raftors."
Isabelle King folded her arms, looking at her brother. Jeremy was casually lounging on his make-shift bed within the prison cell. The entire place reeked of blood and decay, something that she had managed to get used to by now. What she didn't like was the general feel of the atmosphere. The prison was cold, metallic. The very thought of being trapped in a place like this sent shivers down her spine. This, was the very reason that she refused to sleep in a cell. Her brother didn't seem to have that problem.
"Whatever." he said, looking up at the ceiling and fiddling with something in his hands. It was shiny, silver. That's when it occured to Izzy -- it was his father's dagger. His fingers ran over the blade, in a manner so gentle as to avoid the slitting of his fingertips. He looked up abruptly. "I'm just happy to have a bed."
For the first time in a while, Izzy smiled at her brother. The two had grown closer due to recent events, however Izzy almost never broke into a smile. However, after seeing the pleased look on Jeremy's face, she couldn't help it."Good for you." she said, trying to return to her sarcastic state. "Well, I'm gonna go check out the rest of the prison." she stated turning on her heels and leaving her brother's cell.
She gripped her bow in her hand, looking around the area quickly. The rest of the group claims they had most of the place cleared, but Izzy wasn't so sure. Even if you presented her with every shred of evidence in the universe, she would have to make sure for herself. She's paranoid that way. She nonchalantly slung her quiver over her shoulder, listening to the clinging of fiberglass arrows as they collided with one another. As a percautionary measure, she loaded an arrow onto the string. And with that, she was gone, taking off into the darkness of the prison.

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>> Jeremy Alexander King | Sixteen | Doing Aboslutely Nothing <<

"Your misery and hate will kill us all,
So paint it black and take it back."

Jeremy King was sprawled out on the bed in his prison cell. He had the whole cell to himself, which he wasn't sure how to feel about. He kinda liked the idea of a roommate. However, after thinking better of it, he was happy with being alone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beloved object of his: his father's dagger. It was a relatively small knife, with a semi-long silver blade and a slim, quick handle. He ran his fingers over over the cold, metallic surface of the blade as his sister continued to complain about "being caged." He looked up at her quickly. "Whatever. I'm just happy to have a bed." he chimed. Jeremy had been sleeping in trees and abandoned cars for the past few months, and found it nice to be in the comfort of a sheet of almost-matress. Izzy was not so grateful.
His sister smiled at him, something he hadn't particularly gotten used to. She rarely ever showed any emotion. Well, the occasional lash of anger reared its ugly head every now and then. Anyway, it was just wierd for her to look happy. This, perhaps, is why she found it so easy to leave. Jeremy knew it meant she needed to clear her head. He threw up a hand in a slight wave before she was gone.
Jeremy looked around his cell quickly. It was bare, dark, cold. Then again, so was the rest of the prison. the only splashed of color were those of blood splatters from recently-disposed-of walkers. He emerged from his cell, sliding his father's dagger into its sheath. The prison was fairly empty, leaving Jeremy alone, with nothing to do. So, bored out of his mind, he crept into the yard, blocking the sunlight with his hands as he walked.

[ Hope this is okay. ]

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

He shifted his weight enough and settled down again on the roof; "A few hours," he said truthfully pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Was hoping to get my water back when the hoard moved in," he smiled slightly. "you on yer own or with a group?" he asked watching a Zombie walk into a garbage can and fall over it.

[Nxee]

Destiny relaxed slightly at his presence now. She put her Katana back into its sheath and sat cross-legged, careful to keep her balance. "I've just got here," she commented as a bead of sweat dropped down her face from all the running she'd done. "I'm on my own, I have been since the outbreak." she added with a slight sigh, her brown eyes sad, however she giggled when she saw the Zombie walk into the garbage can. "Did you see that?" she asked with a light chuckle as she pointed towards the Zombie.

[SkulCandy9]

☩That's bull. It all speeds up... ☩

Brigelle is a fifteen year old girl who’s lost everything but her uncle. She’s shy, she’s quiet, but she’s logical and thinking. She’ll try and take charge where possible, but is usually shut down because she’s so young.
She believes anyone can survive this apocalypse if you just think- all you need is brains, right? She gets moody easily, especially because she’s been degraded to doing ‘women’s work’ and isn’t allowed to work with guns. In short, she’s quiet, but grumpy.

P E R S O N A L I T Y : She is a quiet teenager, always has been. She relied on her friends to speak for her, because she disliked talking to people. She is very smart, and is afraid people will make fun of her for it. She’s shy around people she doesn’t know, and since this whole thing started, she’s reverted further into herself. Her uncle Carlos can barely get her to say two words to the other people at camp.
When the outbreak got bad, they both headed to Atlanta, her parents in the car behind them, suitcases and camping gear in the back, as well as all the packaged and tinned food they could afford. Her entire allowance had been spent on stuff for her- crackers, tuna, beans, whatever she could do to lay the slack off her parents a little more.
But her parents’ car was blown with Napalm. She remembered seeing the light fall from the sky, and everything just… you know when they say everything goes slowly when something terrible happens. That’s total bull- it all sped up.
She hates people in general now; they treat her like a petty child, a petty female child. She has to wash the clothes, she has to clean, and she has to do everything she doesn’t want to. She wants to help set up traps, help set up trip wire fence, help catch food- but no. She’s stuck with the other women.
She still communicates with the other kids, and she helps with homework the parents set for them, but yeesh. End of the world, and she still has to work on trigonometry? It’s not fair- she could be doing useful things. If you make her upset, she’ll not tell you. She’ll stalk away and sulk- something her uncle is trying to get her stop doing.

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L O O K S : Brigelle has soft, wavy long blonde hair, which reaches down to underneath her shoulder blades. It is usually found in a high ponytail, but she always sleeps with it wafting down her shoulders. Her complexion is usually clear, but like any teen, she’ll get a spot occasionally. Her skin is a creamy colour, like porcelain but pinker. Her lips are full, and pink. She usually chews on them, so it wouldn’t be unusual to see them with cuts. She has light green-blue eyes which have this dark light, like she’s always upset.

H I S T O R Y : She grew up an only child with her parents, Rochelle and Marco Cortez. Her uncle Carlos moved in with her when she was ten, and he ended up being her best friend. He would take her to the park, or movies, or what-not. She got plenty of academic awards because she was smart, and she is a strong swimmer. She has several swimming trophies, all in first, second, or third place. She gave up when she hit highschool, because she had to move to America due to the fact that her father got a big break in Kentucky. She still has her Australian Accent, but she can change her voice. She can do a British accent, and she can to a Texan accent.

B A S I C :
}} Age {{ Brigelle is fifteen years old.
}} D.O.B {{ Her birthday is on the twenty eighth of march.
}} Name {{ Her full name is Brigelle Michene Cortez.
}} Status {{ Single, currently only family is her uncle Carlos.
}} Useful {{ She can work with weapons, including bats, hatchets, and guns.
}} Other {{ Help us!

Accepted

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Orion chuckled and nodded watching the Zombie fall over to the ground with the can. He looked back at the girl and sighed. "Yeah same, my folks were at work when S**t hit the fan," He responded shifting to keep an eye on a small group of Z's stumbling past out on the road. "Its pretty active around here," he commented sighing he pushed his hair back again some of it staying put, some of it flopping right back in his face. "I'm Orion by the way," He said with a smile.

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Astryl managed to make the gas station, using a pipe on the side of the building to shimmy her way up before slumping down on the roof breathing heavily. She took a drink from her water bottle and looked around for the hatch to get down inside. Finally spying it she crawled over the roof and inspected the lock holding the hatch closed. She dug around in her backpack and finally found the small bolt cutters she'd found a few weeks ago, She cut the lock off and slowly opened the hatch, taking a deep breath she leaned down and looked around inside the building, it looked like it hadn't been open the day the walkers had shown up, she took a deep breath and lowered herself into the building dropping to the floor, looking around, and trying to keep quite she began gathers small food items shoving them into her bag as she did so.

[Small Child]

((Thank you so much!))

Brigelle cried out when she fell, her arms flying towards the ground to stop her hurting herself. However, on doing so, her forearm was scraped, and she felt the blood start to ooze. She winced, and stood, the heavy backpack hurting a little in the weight of everything in there. She ran hard and fast, dodging around a walker which had fallen down with a trash can. She squealed, frightened, when its hand reached out to her. She ran towards the middle of the road, looking all around. That's when she noticed a group of people atop a roof. Her mouth dropped open, and she waved her hands in the air, jumping a little. The bat tied to her side bounding against her leg.
An unearthly moan erupted from behind her, and she quickly unhooked the bat, and swung, colliding with the head that split like a pinata. She dashed across the rest of the road, and struggled against theweight of the pack. "Help!" she cried to the pair. "Please, help, I have to get up!"
Normally, she wouldn't have said a word to anyone, but right now, she was desperate, and the walkers were collecting.

[SkulCandy9]

Meh, Hey guys, I have way to much on my plate right now to do a whole 'lot of role playing. For now you all can role play and make the plots, just don't go to crazy. I will monitor but, most likely won't be able to role play. Sorry.))