City of the Dead

[ChanpuruDragon]

Name:


Age:


Gender:


Appearance: (A picture is okay for this.)


Personality:


Background:


Weapons/Gear: (Please do not overdue this, there is only so much a person can actually carry.)


Training: (Again, be realistic. You can be a master at something, but everything else is going to be lacking.)

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Name: Frankie Ortega


Age: 26


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Personality: Frankie grew up getting into trouble; fights as a kid and petty vandalism. His troubled upbringing was mostly due to his time going from foster home to foster home, until one day when he was 17 and he nearly killed another kid in a fight. Since he would turn 18 within the next month, he was given the choice to join the military or be tried as an adult. In the military, he learned discipline and a way to channel his anger. When he got out of the military, his rage would lash out at others again and Frankie found himself in trouble again.


Background: Frankie is hardened and easily angered. His mind always upset with how the world has treated him; defensive about himself and those he cares about. Not the most talkative person, but he will try to take command when the time comes and try to insert himself as an alpha although he would ultimately prefer to be by himself. Frankie would rather trust his emotions and act on them rather than sitting around thinking about what to do.


Weapons/Gear: SDM-R marksman rifle as main weapon; REI Flash pack containing 3 ammo clips, a multi-tool with knife, miscellaneous medical supplies, a couple protein bars, and a large water bottle.


Training: Boxing, general military survival skills, and marksman training with a rifle.

 

[Hoax]

Stands at around 5'10. Muscled, solid build, though still slender. Long black hair, blue eyes.

Name: Jay Lauren

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Personality:

Jay is a generally serious person, usually keeping to herself when around others. Harsh, stubborn, reckless. She prefers doing things her own way, no matter how dangerous or unorthodox it is. She's also intelligent, despite her occasionally painful lack of control. Good at staying calm in chaotic or stressful situations, able to take the lead if people are panicking. Pretty good at handling pain too.

She's really compassionate if you can get past the walls she's built around herself, and is still really only a teenager despite her maturity. Jay's not really good with people, and tends to push them away as a reflex now.

Other than that, she can be really sweet if she tries, and gets extremely protective of people she cares about. She can't handle people crying, and pretty much turns to mush and will do anything to get them to stop.

Background:

Jay lived with her parents. Went to school, kept track of her younger sister, made sure to feed their fish 'ButterCup'.

She worked part time, as well as odd jobs to help support her parents. She was the kid in school that sat in a corner reading, but if you bugged her would smash you to kingdom come and back.

(I'll leave it brief so I can make the rest up during the role play)

Weapons/Gear:

Simple handgun (8 bullets), a knife, and a bow she found (3 arrows). She has a backpack with water, some food, a bottle of alcohol, a blank book with a pencil, and two matches. She also has a functional gas mask, though she mostly wears it for fun or intimidation.

Training:

Jay's in pretty darn good shape. She frequented the gym before, you know, the destruction. No training per say, but she's strong physically. Good reflexes, solid stamina, athletic, etc.​

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Stands at around 5'10. Muscled, solid build, though still slender. Long black hair, blue eyes.

Name: Jay Lauren

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality:

Jay is a generally serious person, usually keeping to herself when around others. Harsh, stubborn, reckless. She prefers doing things her own way, no matter how dangerous or unorthodox it is. She's also intelligent, despite her occasionally painful lack of control. Good at staying calm in chaotic or stressful situations, able to take the lead if people are panicking. Pretty good at handling pain too.

She's really compassionate if you can get past the walls she's built around herself, and is still really only a teenager despite her maturity. Jay's not really good with people, and tends to push them away as a reflex now.

Other than that, she can be really sweet if she tries, and gets extremely protective of people she cares about. She can't handle people crying, and pretty much turns to mush and will do anything to get them to stop.

Background:

Jay lived with her parents. Went to school, kept track of her younger sister, made sure to feed their fish 'ButterCup'.

She worked part time, as well as odd jobs to help support her parents. She was the kid in school that sat in a corner reading, but if you bugged her would smash you to kingdom come and back.

(I'll leave it brief so I can make the rest up during the role play)

Weapons/Gear:

Simple handgun (8 bullets), a knife, and a bow she found (3 arrows). She has a backpack with water, some food, a bottle of alcohol, a blank book with a pencil, and two matches. She also has a functional gas mask, though she mostly wears it for fun or intimidation.

Training:

Jay's in pretty darn good shape. She frequented the gym before, you know, the destruction. No training per say, but she's strong physically. Good reflexes, solid stamina, athletic, etc.​

Looks good, accepted!

 

[Hoax]

Thanks! ^.^

 

[Quintessential]

I use my own sign up model, if this is alright.

Name:

Monday Traylor

Age:

19

Occupation:

Clerk at Shoe Store (Heel & Toe)

Appearance:

Hair:

Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a simple milkmaid braid, twisting atop her head, so as to keep out of her eyes. They stream down in a dark mass, to curl at the tip, allowing for dramatic wind storms, and the need to carry bobby pins everywhere.

Eye colour:


A very complicated mix of greys, blues, and lighter shades of both, her orbs are difficult to place, and usually reffered to as dark, misty, or just blue or chartreuse. However, her eyes are not unnatural, they are just dark.

Form/Body:


She stands taller than the rest. A willowy figure, Monday is 5'7, with broad shoulders. Her hips, a tab bit less wide than her shoulders, are still firm, alike her toned stomach. Fair, light skin, she has blemishes from past injuries, common teenage skin dilemmas, and more. Her facial structure is feminine, with thin cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips, while not particularly large in size, or plump, are a natural pinkish tinge.

Other:

Overall, she is a thin-framed, light girl on her feet, 109 pounds. Her feet are size 8, clothes size 2 in jeans, and wears small shirts. Her regular attire is most commonly a pair of tight-fitting darkwash jeans, allowing her to run comfortably as well, and perhaps a sleeveless button up shirt. She wears boots, for the ankle support they offer for sport activities.

Her accent is very natural to Americans, but hidden underneath, and only heard if listened to intently, is a hint of an english accent, permanent as can be from her birthplace in London.

Personality:

Her psychology, while strategic and objective, lacks confidence in her intuition. She may not always trust her gut, and is very self-critical. The girl may, perhaps, feel a sense of relief when left alone, which is where her best ideas come from. Monday hates silence, and loves the majesty of words. She can often find herself drawing letters in the sand subconsciously, or tracing a patterned shape over and over.

She is quick thinking and observant, and rather quick to judge, based on first impressions. Trust is easy to find, but not to earn in her. She is not trusting of people until she gets to know them.

Monday, when introduced, may come off as rude, and cold, and she is the latter. She is cold, in the horribly polite kind of way. She will always point out mistakes, but help you correct them without friendliness. However, once you have earned her trust, she will gradually warm up to you. If she is unhappy, it's rather possible that no one would know.

She is more calm towards people who are likewise. Loud, obnoxious people would easily piss her off, but she would never advance to them, rather just, somewhat ignore them to an extent.

History:

Only one of her parents are alive. Her mother, whose name was Mary-Katherine Goldreux, was a very irresponsible mother of her four children. The woman's feelings, opposing to Monday, almost make her evil, of a sort. The eldest, twenty-one year old Matthew, was born in an abandoned barn, at the time when Mary-Katherine was merely a young adult. When the boy was young, he was frequently whisked off to another room while the month-pregnant mother and her other single friends drank for hours on end.

Despite all the alcohol into her system, Gwen, who was the outcome of a one-night stand of one of her mother's drinking buddies husbands, was born in a homeless shelter to the broke woman. Living off food stamps, she took shelter in the home, but her two children could not stay. They were given up and put up for adoption, and never heard from their birth mother again.

Monday had been adopted by a single father, with one child already, a thirteen year old girl, who adored the adopted girl to bits. From that point on, Monday pretty much forgot her troubled past, and focused on the future.

Monday attended public school as soon as she was placed in the new home. Her adoptive father wanted her to be educated, and she did. With mostly As, and a few Bs, Monday was a great student. Her worst point, however, was drama class.

Equipment:

Monday will have a 44 Magnum Rifle (If that is alright) that she will acquire from a pawn shop. Currently, she has a large kitchen knife.

Strengths:

Strategic, objective, and polite. She is well-spoken, and easy to trust. Monday, who works best alone, can, at times, work well in a group. Her eye for detain makes her a worthy opponent, ally, or neutral.




Weaknesses:

She is cold to newcomers, and is quick to judge on first impressions. Her trust is hard to get, and getting close to her is even more of a challenge.

Apparel:

She wears a holster shirt, black leggings, and a Kelty Coyote 80 Internal Frame Pack, half filled with bottled water and canned food. A grey jacket is worm on her arms, but not fully zipped up. She sports a brown tactical belt, slung with one large kitchen knife for defence.​

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

I use my own sign up model, if this is alright.

Name:

Monday Traylor

Age:

19

Occupation:

Clerk at Shoe Store (Heel & Toe)

Appearance:

Hair:

Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a simple milkmaid braid, twisting atop her head, so as to keep out of her eyes. They stream down in a dark mass, to curl at the tip, allowing for dramatic wind storms, and the need to carry bobby pins everywhere.

Eye colour:


A very complicated mix of greys, blues, and lighter shades of both, her orbs are difficult to place, and usually reffered to as dark, misty, or just blue or chartreuse. However, her eyes are not unnatural, they are just dark.

Form/Body:

She stands taller than the rest. A willowy figure, Monday is 5'7, with broad shoulders. Her hips, a tab bit less wide than her shoulders, are still firm, alike her toned stomach. Fair, light skin, she has blemishes from past injuries, common teenage skin dilemmas, and more. Her facial structure is feminine, with thin cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips, while not particularly large in size, or plump, are a natural pinkish tinge.

Other:

Overall, she is a thin-framed, light girl on her feet, 109 pounds. Her feet are size 8, clothes size 2 in jeans, and wears small shirts. Her regular attire is most commonly a pair of tight-fitting darkwash jeans, allowing her to run comfortably as well, and perhaps a sleeveless button up shirt. She wears boots, for the ankle support they offer for sport activities.

Her accent is very natural to Americans, but hidden underneath, and only heard if listened to intently, is a hint of an english accent, permanent as can be from her birthplace in London.

Personality:

Her psychology, while strategic and objective, lacks confidence in her intuition. She may not always trust her gut, and is very self-critical. The girl may, perhaps, feel a sense of relief when left alone, which is where her best ideas come from. Monday hates silence, and loves the majesty of words. She can often find herself drawing letters in the sand subconsciously, or tracing a patterned shape over and over.

She is quick thinking and observant, and rather quick to judge, based on first impressions. Trust is easy to find, but not to earn in her. She is not trusting of people until she gets to know them.

Monday, when introduced, may come off as rude, and cold, and she is the latter. She is cold, in the horribly polite kind of way. She will always point out mistakes, but help you correct them without friendliness. However, once you have earned her trust, she will gradually warm up to you. If she is unhappy, it's rather possible that no one would know.

She is more calm towards people who are likewise. Loud, obnoxious people would easily piss her off, but she would never advance to them, rather just, somewhat ignore them to an extent.

History:

Only one of her parents are alive. Her mother, whose name was Mary-Katherine Goldreux, was a very irresponsible mother of her four children. The woman's feelings, opposing to Monday, almost make her evil, of a sort. The eldest, twenty-one year old Matthew, was born in an abandoned barn, at the time when Mary-Katherine was merely a young adult. When the boy was young, he was frequently whisked off to another room while the month-pregnant mother and her other single friends drank for hours on end.

Despite all the alcohol into her system, Gwen, who was the outcome of a one-night stand of one of her mother's drinking buddies husbands, was born in a homeless shelter to the broke woman. Living off food stamps, she took shelter in the home, but her two children could not stay. They were given up and put up for adoption, and never heard from their birth mother again.

Monday had been adopted by a single father, with one child already, a thirteen year old girl, who adored the adopted girl to bits. From that point on, Monday pretty much forgot her troubled past, and focused on the future.

Monday attended public school as soon as she was placed in the new home. Her adoptive father wanted her to be educated, and she did. With mostly As, and a few Bs, Monday was a great student. Her worst point, however, was drama class.

Equipment:

Monday will have a 44 Magnum Rifle (If that is alright) that she will acquire from a pawn shop. Currently, she has a large kitchen knife.

Strengths:

Strategic, objective, and polite. She is well-spoken, and easy to trust. Monday, who works best alone, can, at times, work well in a group. Her eye for detain makes her a worthy opponent, ally, or neutral.




Weaknesses:

She is cold to newcomers, and is quick to judge on first impressions. Her trust is hard to get, and getting close to her is even more of a challenge.

Apparel:

She wears a holster shirt, black leggings, and a Kelty Coyote 80 Internal Frame Pack, half filled with bottled water and canned food. A grey jacket is worm on her arms, but not fully zipped up. She sports a brown tactical belt, slung with one large kitchen knife for defence.​

It looks fine except you need to read the rules before being accepted.

 

[Quintessential]

It looks fine except you need to read the rules before being accepted.

Oops, I apologize. Buttercup.

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Oops, I apologize. Buttercup.

No problem, accepted.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Name:

Tommy Jones

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Very fit, Quite tall.

Personality:

Funny - Always tries to make everyone stay positive, Protective - Won't let anyone out of his sight,

Can be quite sensitive.

Background:

Tom's parents had turned into one of those..things.

He was forced to kill them. After realizing what was happening,

He packed his father's weapons (His Dad was a cop), food and some spare clothes.

He traveled in his car (Mini-Cooper) to the city areas.

Luckily, he was there before all hell broke loose. He chose the most secure building,

and set up a shelter inside. Whenever he saw some survivors, and as he was just about to help them,

a horde of them came and well....yeah...

Weapons/Gear:

A big travel-pack, water bottles, a pistol, a axe and of course his treasured beanie! ( xD )

Training:

As a child, he was a black belt in karate so he is able to bash some heads in.

He also is very good at shooting guns, as his father gave him a few lessons.

Buttercup!
​

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Name:

Tommy Jones

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Very fit, Quite tall.

Personality:

Funny - Always tries to make everyone stay positive, Protective - Won't let anyone out of his sight,

Can be quite sensitive.

Background:

Tom's parents had turned into one of those..things.

He was forced to kill them. After realizing what was happening,

He packed his father's weapons (His Dad was a cop), food and some spare clothes.

He traveled in his car (Mini-Cooper) to the city areas.

Luckily, he was there before all hell broke loose. He chose the most secure building,

and set up a shelter inside. Whenever he saw some survivors, and as he was just about to help them,

a horde of them came and well....yeah...

Weapons/Gear:

A big travel-pack, water bottles, a pistol, a axe and of course his treasured beanie! ( xD )

Training:

As a child, he was a black belt in karate so he is able to bash some heads in.

He also is very good at shooting guns, as his father gave him a few lessons.

Buttercup!
​

Accepted.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Accepted.

Thanks! Can you please tag w\me when the rp starts?

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Sure thing.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Name: Dorin Bukley (Goes by Dor)


Age: 23


Gender: Male


Appearance: (Hope a drawing's alright)

Personality: Dorin is a dead serious type of person. He rarely jokes, and doesn't really perceive jokes well. He has many bad trust issues with strangers making him extremely cautious.


Background: Dorin grew up a normal life, he had a goldfish named Buttercup at one point. His mother and father (when the outbreak started) where in a different state at the time so he assumed them to be dead. he then took responsibility for himself and gathered what he could from his house a canteen and a ration of food. He then set out and actually found an abandoned police riot outpost. (There were quite a bit of riots when it first started (I'm guessing)) There he found the HK USP, wooden baton, and the gas mask. He now (with the newly acquired gear) roams the infested streets in search of something, not knowing what it is.


Weapons/Gear: A canteen (For water or any other liquids), HK USP 9mm for primary (Replace the rifle for this), a dented wooden baton for melee, The gas mask seen in the picture, 2 extra 9mm magazines, and a small ration of food.


Training: He is experienced in melee and hand to hand combat since he and his mother took a class in Krav Maga.(Isrealian Soldier melee combat) Little to know experience in firearms. But is fairly handy in survival techniques z(outdoor cooking, sanitizing water, etc.) since he was a Boy Scout TM. Oh and to add to this he has read the Zombie Survival Guide By Max Brooks, adding a little more experience in the undead.


(Please let me know if that's to much training, I kind of explained myself.)

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Name: Katelyn Hollow (She prefers Katie or Kate)


Age: 22


Gender: Female


Appearance:

Personality: Katelyn has a curious and inquisitive personality. She hates leaving questions unanswered and will often go through great lengths just to satisfy her curiosity or enhance her understanding of things(a mannerism that often gets her into trouble). She is headstrong and unafraid to speak her mind, especially in the face of injustice (or at least her perception of injustice). Katelyn's willful personality is only match by her love of nature. Her hobbies include: hiking, gardening, camping, and watching people. Her favorite flower is the buttercup.


Background: She was born in Southern California to an English Professor(mom) and three-star chef(dad). Being an only child, she was adored by her parents who endorsed her interest in plants and animals. Katelyn was eventually accepted into Seattle University where she majored Biology, concentration in zoology. She was only one semester from finishing her undergraduate studies when the outbreak occurred. Katelyn had been on campus at the time and she saw many of her peers and professors die during the onslaught. She barely managed to escape alive and kept herself holed up in an abandoned church, only leaving when she desperately needed supplies(or whenever she got curious).


Weapons/Gear: a 43'' metal bat, pepper spray(which probably won't work against a zombie, but her dad made her promise to carry it wherever she went), canned foods stolen from the supermarket, and a loaded XDM pistol she took from a corpse(she doesn't know how to use it).


Training: She goes camping and hiking with her parents every year so she's knowledgeable about basic survival skills (starting bonfire, outdoor cooking, setting tent, map-reading, first aid etc.) She's also learned Aikido when she was younger( going as far as 2nd Dan) and underwent lifeguard training in high school.


Weakness: Stubborn, too curious for her own good, and can't aim.

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

@\[url\=&\#039;http\://www\.rpnation\.com/members/charmingcthulhu\.16215/&\#039;\]CharmingCthulhu\[/url\] & @\[url\=&\#039;http\://www\.rpnation\.com/members/quirkyangel\.22052/&\#039;\]QuirkyAngel\[/url\]


Accepted!


Seeing as we have a good start for a group, I'm going to put the first post in the RP thread later today or the latest tomorrow. So keep your eyes peeled!

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Name:


Tanner J. Nickson


Age:


19


Gender:


Male


Appearance:

Who am I?

"Jinkies, dude."




Tanner has some issues. He's a shy, sweet person at heart--pretty much a buttercup. He has a hard time trusting folks, but is a very loyal person to those who do earn it. That being said, it'd be wise to note that if he or anyone he loves is crossed, he can become an ice king. Don't ask him about the past, it haunts him. He knows there are good people in the world, but for some reason he just can't see himself as one of them.


Tanner has a knack for creating beautiful things...though he can get lost in his own little worlds he creates. His pencil and paper always were the best way of getting away from all his problems...and his memories.


Indulges in the habitual use of the Leaf. But, forced to give it up in order to focus.

My Story?

"You never know how much you love someone until your looking at their casket."




With no father or siblings, Tanner only had his Mom to depend on. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Everything changed when she was diagnosed with brain cancer. The comfortable life he had always known was shattered, and with his innocence gone he stepped up to take care of the woman who had taken care of him since he was a born. She went into remission and everything seemed to be fine.


So, when she passed away due to an aneurysm, he took it hard.


He was resigned to live with Uncle Marty; a sleazy man with foul intentions for the relationship. The man who seemed to be good and whole-hearted was actually cruel and sociopathic. Tanner didn't know much about sex, until Uncle Marty taught him. Tanner didn't know about drugs and how they could leave you defenseless. Uncle Marty didn't hesitate to teach him that lesson. Tanner didn't know how to fight back. Uncle Marty thought he never would.


How he was so wrong.


After four years of verbal and physical abuse, Tanner finally stood up to the man--and took him down. Life after that was one town to another, trying to run away from his past. His nineteenth year had droned by as he bused tables in a local diner. Life became repetitious. He needed an escape. And that was when the world, as he knew it, ended. After losing what few friends he had left, Tanner ventured off on his own to find something to fight for in the newly dead world.


Weapons/Gear:


Vitamins,4 bags of beef jerky, one gal. of water, a Bowie knife, one compund bow (with full quiver)and a machete. Most items incased in a black heavy duty backpack.


Training:


Master at shooting bow and survival skills


Fun Fact:


Former Boy-Scout extraordinaire.


Theme Song:


I See Fire


by


Ed Sheeran



​

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

Name:


Tanner J. Nickson


Age:


19


Gender:


Male


Appearance:

Who am I?

"Jinkies, dude."




Tanner has some issues. He's a shy, sweet person at heart. He has a hard time trusting folks, but is a very loyal person to those who do earn it. That being said, it'd be wise to note that if he or anyone he loves is crossed, he can become an ice king. Don't ask him about the past, it haunts him. He knows there are good people in the world, but for some reason he just can't see himself as one of them.


Tanner has a knack for creating beautiful things...though he can get lost in his own little worlds he creates. His pencil and paper always were the best way of getting away from all his problems...and his memories.


Indulges in the habitual use of the Leaf. But, forced to give it up in order to focus.

My Story?

"You never know how much you love someone until your looking at their casket."




With no father or siblings, Tanner only had his Mom to depend on. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Everything changed when she was diagnosed with brain cancer. The comfortable life he had always known was shattered, and with his innocence gone he stepped up to take care of the woman who had taken care of him since he was a born. She went into remission and everything seemed to be fine.


So, when she passed away due to an aneurysm, he took it hard.


He was resigned to live with Uncle Marty; a sleazy man with foul intentions for the relationship. The man who seemed to be good and whole-hearted was actually cruel and sociopathic. Tanner didn't know much about sex, until Uncle Marty taught him. Tanner didn't know about drugs and how they could leave you defenseless. Uncle Marty didn't hesitate to teach him that lesson. Tanner didn't know how to fight back. Uncle Marty thought he never would.


How he was so wrong.


After four years of verbal and physical abuse, Tanner finally stood up to the man--and took him down. Life after that was one town to another, trying to run away from his past. His nineteenth year had droned by as he bused tables in a local diner. Life became repetitious. He needed an escape. And that was when the world, as he knew it, ended. After losing what few friends he had left, Tanner ventured off on his own to find something to fight for in the newly dead world.


Weapons/Gear:


Vitamins,4 bags of beef jerky, one gal. of water, a Bowie knife, one compund bow (with full quiver)and a machete. Most items incased in a black heavy duty backpack.


Training:


Master at shooting bow and survival skills


Fun Fact:


Former Boy-Scout extraordinaire.


Theme Song:


I See Fire


by


Ed Sheeran



​

Looking good, almost all set. You just read the rules in the RP tab.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

...almost didn't see that.

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

...almost didn't see that.

No worries. Happens to the best of us.


Accepted, feel free to jump in since we just started.

 

[Lexi Whittaker]

Name: Elena (Elle)


Age: 24


Occupation: Nurse

Personality: Elena is kind and often gives a lot of herself to others, she loves to help others and make them smile, but often she is not the happiest herself. She takes everything to heart, so when people lash out at her it really effects her. She does not like conflict, and would not consider herself a violent person. She has a light hearted personality and tends to get caught day-dreaming. She beats to her own drum and often is a rebel. buttercup.


Background: Elena's parents died when she was twenty, she then devoted herself to her career as a nurse. She figured that helping others was one of the best ways to cope with the loss. She was off call when the outbreak went bad at the hospitals, but she was at the grocery store when a man approached her with a blood soaked face. She quickly grabbed her Glock 35 out of her bag and shot him in the head without flinching. From that day forward she has been on the run.


Weapons/Gear: Glock 35, some extra ammo, and a knife


Training: Self defense class.

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

[QUOTE="Lexi Whittaker]Name: Elena (Elle)
Age: 24


Occupation: Nurse

Personality: Elena is kind and often gives a lot of herself to others, she loves to help others and make them smile, but often she is not the happiest herself. She takes everything to heart, so when people lash out at her it really effects her. She does not like conflict, and would not consider herself a violent person. She has a light hearted personality and tends to get caught day-dreaming. She beats to her own drum and often is a rebel. buttercup.


Background: Elena's parents died when she was twenty, she then devoted herself to her career as a nurse. She figured that helping others was one of the best ways to cope with the loss. She was off call when the outbreak went bad at the hospitals, but she was at the grocery store when a man approached her with a blood soaked face. She quickly grabbed her Glock 35 out of her bag and shot him in the head without flinching. From that day forward she has been on the run.


Weapons/Gear: Glock 35, some extra ammo, and a knife


Training: Self defense class.

[/QUOTE]
Accepted, of course.

 

[Metronome]

​

Name: Sasha Belov


Age: 31


Gender: Male


Personality: Sasha is an interesting man. On the outside, he doesn't appear to be much. He portrays himself as an asshole who makes eyes at any female he sees, give people irritating nicknames, and is concerned only with his own gain. But there's more to Sasha than what the eye can see. He can be thoughtful when he wants to be, maybe even kind. He's not the kind of guy to completely screw someone over; he has a conscience. And maybe, even deeper than that, all he's looking for is somewhere to belong.


Weapons/Gear: Ak-47, a very sharp machete, and a hand gun. As for supplies, he has a working ham radio, a backpack, several loose packet of condoms (latex free), flashlight, bottle of apple juice, one can of peaches, a lighter, some bandage wraps, a screwdriver, pack of mint gum, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a half melted Reese's Peanut buttercup.


Training: Before shit hit the fan, he was a mercenary. Has had extensive combat training, armed and unarmed, some field medicine knowledge, and a little technological know how.


Appearance: Sasha is a large, muscular man. He stands at 6'6", has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in the picture above. He may be big and scary looking when you first meet him, but that usually wears off as soon as he opens his mouth. Sasha dresses in his old military uniform with his tactical vest, army pants, and the whole nine yard. He speaks with a Russian accent.

History:


Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother had been a drug addict, and overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. The man was an alcoholic, and a violent one at that. After Sasha's mother had died, his father had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his equally drunken friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's abuse had turned him into a rebellious little shit. After 6 years of service, his shenanigans finally got him dismissed from the armed forces.


But Sasha didn't give up easily. He was going to be a soldier whether the military wanted him or not. Maybe it was some inner need to make something of himself rather than turn into his father. He went into the mercenary business when he was 24. His job allowed him to travel the world, gathering skills as he went. Sasha slowly lost most of his 'punkass kid' attitude, but his personality remained as flamboyant as ever. He was working for a man in America before the virus broke out. He was doing uninteresting grunt work as a body guard. Once dead people started roaming the streets, all deals were off.


Sasha took what gear he could carry and went off on his own. He's been traveling from city to city, using his radio to communicate with some guy who lives out in the country. The stranger claims to have a large farm that's he's opened up to refugees, but he's under threat of a group that wants to take it for themselves. He's encouraging Sasha to come help with the cause. Essentially, Sasha is doing what he's always done: work for whoever has the most to give him. 
So should I wait to be accepted or....

 

[Lexi Whittaker]

you're accepted (:


but you should make sure you read the game rules first.

 

[Metronome]

I did read the rules.