✞Wᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ Dᴇᴀᴅ V.2.✞

[will o' the wisp]

N a m e

"My name is Gamzee Makara." This is Gamzee Makara, the freaky emo and Gothic. She loves to kill.

A g e a n d b i r t h d a y

''I am currently, if I am correct, 18."

G e n d e r

"I am a girl...can't you see the things on my chest?"

C r u s h

''Nah..ain't nobody got time for that.."


A v a i l i b l e o r N o t

"Yes...why are you asking, if you don't mind?"

D e s c r i p t i o n

Gamzee is about 5'11, has soft black hair that falls to her midback that she keeps up in a ponytail, and has tan skin. She has always been out in the sun, so that helps. Gamzee has purple, violet shade eyes. She has curves and a average bust. Gamzee has a scar on her back that stretches from her right shoulder to her left hip, and three jagged scars across her face. She wears a black baggy hoodie that hides her female figure, black jeans with chains, a purple t-shirt, has a tattoo of the Capricorn zodiac, and wears black and purple nail polish. She scavenged it and also a bit of black lipstick. She also wears purple Converse with little skulls that she drew on them. Her tattoo is on her shoulder...in other words, the Emo/Gothic.


P e r s o n a l i t y

Gamzee is a fun, energetic, and bubbly kind of girl. She usually keeps to herself though, and doesn't have many friends because of it. Gamzee loves to swim, she's always loved the feeling of the wind in her hair and the water caressing her skin. She is also very loving and caring, but has a tongue sharper than a whip when needs be. She also likes to be left alone when mad or angry.


H i s t o r y

Gamzee was born on December 25th, 1994. She was very obedient and quiet girl growing up. Her parents were killed and she was traumatized. She got the scars from trying to save her boyfriend from an oncoming car, since her was disabled. Gamzee was very hurt and everyone began to make fun of her for the scars that disfigured her face. The poor girl lost it when all the Walkers came, an now only runs, since she has no weapon. Gamzee is also confused for a boy, with her hair being always put up and is a bit insane...sometimes talking to herself and her drawings prove it.

L i k e s a n d d i s l i k e s

Likes:
Being alone, fighting, drawing, and singing. The colors red, black, and purple. She loves animals...and music..

Dislikes:
A lot of things...

[~Døctør • Whø~]

Chloe Pearson

She stopped dancing but a smile still on her face. No one has ever said anything to her like that not even her other. This boy was so sweet! "You actually mean that?" she said for some reason feeling like she was about to cry. I boy she just met recently was her only most cherished friend now. She wanted to cry because she realized how horrible her life once was and how good it just got. "No one has ever said that to me" she said in a teary voice.

Carl

"You sure your okay?"

Cal picked the stick up that Lucifer had laid on his face.He stood and he threw it and watched as Lucifer chased after it."Yeah.."Cal said with a small smile."I actually do.."He said quietly.Never in his life had he cared for someone as much as he now cared for Chloe..well..except Lucifer.Before the apocalypse Cal cared only about his cat.Cal walked over to Chloe and tilted his head."No one..?"He asked and trailed off.As Cal listened to Chloe he realized that she was/is about to cry.He hugged her."Chloe..you sound as if your going to cry.."Cal said softly as he trailed off.

Lucifer retrieved the stick.He perked his ears as he glanced around.He padded over to Cal and Chloe.

[Trumpet.]

Emma
I smiled and nodded, "I'm fine, thaks for worrying about me," I blushed. I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see my face.

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Daryl Dixon

"Na" he shook his head finishing the target then jumped up grabbing her hand and dragging her to the location needed to shoot the crossbow.

Carl Grimes

Carl walked into the Cell block D to look for food. He reached in searching all around for food. he reached in to grab some cereal and then grabbed two poptarts strawberry and chocolate. He walked back out to Emma and set the food down. "I got us some Captain Crunch and do you want chocolate or strawberry?"

Kathryn

Kathryn nodded, watching as he finished the target and grabbed her hand. She smiled as he tugged on her arm, following him to where they would be able to get a good distance on the target. She looked, unsure if she would be able to shoot the weapon as far as they had walked from the target.
"You're acting more excited than me, Daryl!" She said, unsure what else she could say. She was excited to shoot the crossbow, but there wasn't much for her to say about it.

[will o' the wisp]

N a m e

"My name is Gamzee Makara." This is Gamzee Makara, the freaky emo and Gothic. She loves to kill.

A g e a n d b i r t h d a y

''I am currently, if I am correct, 18."

G e n d e r

"I am a girl...can't you see the things on my chest?"

C r u s h

''Nah..ain't nobody got time for that.."


A v a i l i b l e o r N o t

"Yes...why are you asking, if you don't mind?"

D e s c r i p t i o n

Gamzee is about 5'11, has soft black hair that falls to her midback that she keeps up in a ponytail, and has tan skin. She has always been out in the sun, so that helps. Gamzee has purple, violet shade eyes. She has curves and a average bust. Gamzee has a scar on her back that stretches from her right shoulder to her left hip, and three jagged scars across her face. She wears a black baggy hoodie that hides her female figure, black jeans with chains, a purple t-shirt, has a tattoo of the Capricorn zodiac, and wears black and purple nail polish. She scavenged it and also a bit of black lipstick. She also wears purple Converse with little skulls that she drew on them. Her tattoo is on her shoulder...in other words, the Emo/Gothic.


P e r s o n a l i t y

Gamzee is a fun, energetic, and bubbly kind of girl. She usually keeps to herself though, and doesn't have many friends because of it. Gamzee loves to swim, she's always loved the feeling of the wind in her hair and the water caressing her skin. She is also very loving and caring, but has a tongue sharper than a whip when needs be. She also likes to be left alone when mad or angry.


H i s t o r y

Gamzee was born on December 25th, 1994. She was very obedient and quiet girl growing up. Her parents were killed and she was traumatized. She got the scars from trying to save her boyfriend from an oncoming car, since her was disabled. Gamzee was very hurt and everyone began to make fun of her for the scars that disfigured her face. The poor girl lost it when all the Walkers came, an now only runs, since she has no weapon. Gamzee is also confused for a boy, with her hair being always put up and is a bit insane...sometimes talking to herself and her drawings prove it.

L i k e s a n d d i s l i k e s

Likes:
Being alone, fighting, drawing, and singing. The colors red, black, and purple. She loves animals...and music..

Dislikes:
A lot of things...

[park.]

( accepted want to RP with me? )

Daryl Dixon

He smiled. "I guess I am, your gonna be a pro when your done. Come here" he said getting the crossbow ready. He looked up to notice it was dark but didn't care he could still see the can.

Carl Grimes

He sighed and laid back down falling asleep. Soon drifting to sleep.

Chloe Pearson

She turned around not letting him see her face. "I am sorry... my moms never said anything like that to me before." she said huffing a little tears in her eyes. She was crying because of what he said but mostly because of her life. When everything broke out she didn't have time to grieve and cry. So all of its coming out now. The best thing her mother said to her was "Nice" when Chloe cleaned the house everyday.

[will o' the wisp]

[[Thanks! And sure! But as a heads up i wont be on alot..]]

[park.]

That's fine I guess

[will o' the wisp]

[[Thanks.]]

GaMzEe MaKaRa

Gamzee's feet hit the ground with echoing thuds, her chest heaving up and down with fear and shortness of breath. Her scarred face looked around and she growled softly at the emptiness. "Mother of God." Her voice broke the silence as she ran down the street, sliding into an alley and breathing heavily.

[val.]

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