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[nyctomancy]

> name > merci reed.
> gender > cismale. he/him pronouns.
> age > twenty-three.
> sexuality > bi-curious.
> way of travel > boat - he sticks to the coast.
> weapons > standard-issued m16a2 [main], sig sauer p229r dak [sidearm.] has a serrated-blade knife.
>pet > three-year old she-chinchilla called cubby.
> personality > very survival-oriented and distrustful, merci is willing to go to an incredibly length to ensure his own survival, and the survival who he holds close to them. on the downside, he could care less about strangers, and other sorts. while he's clever, he isn't very people-oriented, and so often says the first thing that comes to mind when introduced.
> crush > na.
> family > deceased mother, maria. unknown brother and father, jakub and conor.
> shelter > he lives on the houseboat.
> history > merci joined up the us coast guard directly out of highschool along with his childhood friend, nicholas, wanting nothing more than to serve his country. as someone who was comfortable with handling boats and the water from a young age, he figured he would meld right in. well, years passed this way, and the apocalypse hit. like many, he was desperate to return to his home in the states. so when he, and nicholas were dismissed from service, they returned to the town they had grown up in together. it was ruined. while poking around his empty house, merci discovered his younger brother's pet chinchilla, starving and on the verge of death, and so took her with him. making a pact to stick together, nick informed his friend of a possible solution - he owned a houseboat hidden away, and if they could get across the city, they could retrieve it. the plan worked out quite well, as together the two friends successfully paraded through the city, and achieved their goal. but their joy was short-lived, for not two weeks later, while they were docked and out scavenging the creatures attacked nicholas. desperate to save his friend, merci dragged his buddy's mutilated body back to the houseboat where he was forced to watch as his friend painfully, albeit slowly turned into a creature. in the end, merci had to shoot him, per the request of nicholas. now he travels pretty much along, save the companionship cubby.
> other > n.a

|Merci Reed|Twenty-three|Male|Bi-curious|N/A|

[.Paralian.]

implosion accepted! welcome and Adriana101 please do one page per form and add that little line at the bottom of my form filling it in and you too are accepted!

[~ rat ~]

>Character>
>outfit/weapons/stuff?> red droopy hair, one green eye one blue eye, white shirt, flannel jacket, jeans, low tops, cross bow and 4 knives, sometimes 1 gun
>Name> Tyler
>Gender> Male
>Age> 16
>sexuality> Girls
>way of travel> Foot
>pet*optional> A baby female albino Komodo dragon that is not venomous
>Personality> Kind, skittish, shy, loving
>Crush> Na
>family> Stella
>shelter> Old tree house
>history> Same as Stellas
>other>
Name-Tyler-Age-16-Sexuality-Girls-Gender-Male

[nyctomancy]

so how many characters until we can start? ]

[.Paralian.]

Those previous members who will want to rejoin need to go online which will be soon i think, they need to discuss the two year thingy and post their forms here, then maby two or three more characters and well be ok to begin, well just keep accepting throughout the roleplay until we dont need more characters ^.^

[InfectedHau]

>Name> Rosa Gallegos
>Gender> Female
>Age> 20
>sexuality> Bisexual
>way of travel> Super awesome zombie death truck
>weapons> Far too many to completely list, but she mainly sticks to a Glock 43 pistol and a Colt M4 carbine. Her truck is full of other various fun hurty things, though.
>pet> Five year old deer mouse named Matthias. She found him in the back of her truck one day and just sort of adopted him.
>Personality> Rosa is great with machines. People, not so much. She's rude, abrasive, and has an acute sense of sarcasm that she applies liberally to whatever situation she's in. If you can stand that, then you'll find that she can also be rather kind, caring, and compassionate to those less fortunate. She likes classic rock, and is almost constantly behind the wheel of her truck. She doesn't like staying in one place for too long.
>Crush> None at the moment
>family> Jose Gallegos (father, deceased), Mia Gallegos (Mother, deceased) Gabriella Gallegos (Sister, whereabouts unknown).
>shelter> Her truck
>history> If mortal hands built it, Rosa Isabella Gallegos can fix it. She's been working on cars since she could hold a wrench, be it with her dad, at school, or at the Jiffy lube where she worked before the outbreak. She was good at it too; she taught her automotives class more often than her teacher did, and people at school would even pay her to work on their cars. Along with this amazing level of mechanical inclination came a need for speed unmatched by anyone, and when she wasn't in her garage, Rosa could most often be found at the drag strip, testing a new upgrade she'd made, or just racing for the heck of it.

Despite her prowess with all things mechanical, Rosa actually wasn't all that good a student. She had a C average all through high school, and left as soon as she got her diploma, preferring to go into business with her own auto shop. She did pretty well for herself, until the outbreak hit. Rosa was a huge zombie nerd, so when the first stories of the undead filtered through the grapevine, she went into survival mode, tricking out an old deuce-and-a-quarter truck her dad had lying around into an anti-zombie death machine. Armor plates, bulletproof tires, and as many guns and bullets as Rosa could successfully lift from an abandoned sporting store made the truck a mobile fortress, capable of driving through a minefield with nothing more than a few dents. Once her magnum opus was complete, Rosa hit the road, after a few tearful goodbyes to her old souped-up Camaro. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn't stay put.

>other> None

|Rosa Gallegos|Twenty|Female|Bisexual|N/A|

[nyctomancy]

and well, we have the resident awesome character, lmao.
i think i'm going to try and make another character. ]

[.Paralian.]

Haha and yeah make as many as you can handle Infectedhau accepted!

[~ rat ~]

(Ok I fixed the forms)

[nyctomancy]

> name > jo ward.
> gender > female. any pronouns.
> age > twenty-two.
> sexuality > homosexual.
> way of travel > foot, plane if it's long distance.
> weapons > she has a shotgun. but jo isn't very gun-savvy, so she has no clue what kind. she stole it from a dead body. in addition, she carries two glocks.
>pet > cockatiel - bo.
> personality > the sort of character who can't stand the sound of silence, jo is a blabbermouth. she'll say the weirdest things in order to fill the gap, and has the tendency to break out into song if she can't think of anything. a tad naive, in the fact she still carries the optimistic torch of hope, rare is the day when jo is anything but smiley. oh, and she has the tendency to get drunk a lot, a habit which is probably her way of dealing with things. on the plus[?] side, she's an incredibly flirtatious drunk.
> crush > na.
> family > damien and sheila ward. no siblings.
> shelter > her dad's personal airplane hanger. two airplanes are within, a cessna 208 and her father's favorite, a beechcraft baron.
> history > destined to follow in her father's footsteps, jo knew without any doubt in her mind, that she wanted to be a pilot when she grew up. her father was a commercial pilot, toting passengers and supplies across the country for roughly ten years before the depression struck, and the small airport he worked at had to be closed done. in the aftermath, he got a young as a flight instructor, teaching budding pilots how to control an airplane. among of which was his daughter, who got her license a year or so before the zombies came. well, jo's father died in the first wave of zombies, her mother disappearing soon after. since then she's lived in her father's personal airplane hanger, making a living by selling herself out to established gangs who are in need of a pilot. in return, they provide her with a limited amount of supplies, and the fuel needed to fly. every couple of months or so she'll receive word that she has a job. [i know this is unrealistic, but i figured pilots would be in demand in a world where travel is limited.]
> other > n.a

|Jo War|Twenty-two|Female|Homosexual|N/A|