Realistic or Modern If The World Was Ending CS

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Before apocalypse:
After apocalypse:
Personality before:
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Name: Larissa Mossing
Age: 22
Appearance:

Skills: She was in track, so she is pretty agile and her dad was a hunter so she knows how to shoot a gun but not well.
Before apocalypse: Larissa was just a normal girl with a full ride scholarship to UCLA. With straight A's and her career in track, Larissa was hoping to one day be an Olympic athlete. Being away from home was always hard, but her parents did not seem to mind with an 8 year old in their home. Her focus was on school, her boyfriend, and her future career.
After apocalypse: She had been home for the summer break when the apocalypse started, and her parents died very early on when bad things started happening. All she cared for after is keeping her and her brother alive.
Personality before: She was bubbly, happy, and was proud of the life she had.
Personality after: Untrusting and cold. But her old light-hearted self still shines through sometimes.

Name: Carter Mossing
Age: 8
Appearance:

Skills: Not much but what can you expect from an 8 year old.
Before apocalypse: He was just a regular kid, learning to ride a bike, hanging out with friends, going to the pool, etc. His parents always did find him a pain because of his need for energetic activities. He would often rebel for no reason.
After apocalypse: He just survives alongside his older sister. Because his parents are gone, he does not want to listen to the only other adult in his life. Larissa isn't his mom and cannot tell him what to do.
Personality before: Energetic, talkative, often did activities that would give him a thrill.
Personality after: Talkative, rebellious, acts out.

Name: Jake Griffin
Age: 50
Appearance:

Skills: Ex military, so he has many when it comes to survival.
Before apocalypse: He was settling down. He spent 20 years in the military and his body was tired. He had bought himself a house, found himself a wife, and was ready to just be calm for the rest of his life. Barbeques and back yard parties with the neighbors was what he was looking forward to.
After apocalypse: He lost his wife, and carried himself to live for the both of them. He found two kids on his trek back to his old military base, so now he's stuck with some kids who have no clue how to survive. He's just taking it day by day.
Personality before: Calm, in love, suffers from PTSD.
Personality after: Calm, cold, still suffers from PTSD. But his heart is warming up to the kids.​

 

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[Peacemaker .45]

Name: Aerolyn Barnett

Nicknames: “A,” “Lyn”

Age: 24

Appearance:

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Skills: Marksmanship, hunting, bushcraft, general mechanical knowledge and proficiency with tools, surviving in brutal, rugged, and unforgiving terrain

Before apocalypse:

Before the apocalypse, Aerolyn and her family lived in outside a small town on a her father’s ranch in Western Montana on the edge of the Bitterroot Mountains. Growing up on a ranch, Aerolyn grew up accustomed the skill of raising and maintaining livestock of various animals, as well as becoming skilled with horses. The culture and life out in Western Montana on the foothills of a wild and rugged mountain range meant that growing up, she had to learn how to survive off the land. While food stores and many modern conveniences may have been near her ranch, the winter’s were long and rough. In order to survive, bushcraft and hunting were essential. Often times her family had to rely on the meat they harvested hunting to survive points in the cold winter, when snow was so deep that travel outside of their home all but became impossible without the use of snowmobiles.

Due to this lifestyle, it was paramount that Aerolyn learned the ways of bushcraft, backpacking, hunting, and how to survive in the kind of country that was untamed and wild, where predators could lurk around the corner and kill sometimes before anyone would know they were getting attacked. And learn this kind of life Aerolyn did from a young age. Ever since she could head into the mountains with her father and shoot a rifle straight, Aerolyn was hunting, learning how to survive in the bush, and spending time in the nature she grew to love and feel at home and at peace with.

This kind of culture and upbringing made Aerolyn incredibly close with her family. They operated as one unit, happy and loving. She had the picture perfect family. But these good fortunes would not last.

Aerolyn lived with her mother, father, and younger brother. Early on in her life, her younger brother had contracted a rare case of brain eating amoeba when he was 11, and eventually died, with her in the room as he took his last breath. Aerolyn hit a rough road in her life immediately following it. She was only 13 at the time of her brother’s death. Her and her brother were incredibly close. They were almost like the best of friends. In her life, family was the most important thing. And with one of them taken away, she didn’t know how to cope with such a tremendous loss. After his death, Aerolyn’s father started to drink heavily, and what remained of the family was shattered. No one knew how to handle the loss. But her father went off the deep end.

This time in her life is shrouded in mystery. Aerolyn never dare speak of it. The memories are painful, and the scars, both figurative and physically, never fully faded.

At some point after this time, the family became one once again. The demons were driven out. The peace and happiness only lasted so long. When Aerolyn was 18, she contracted an echovirus, which caused Myocarditis. The only option was for her to get a heart transplant. After this, Aerolyn struggled with rehab. Despite her struggles, her heart wasn't rejected by her body, and she continued to live. But for the rest of her life, she would need to take immunosuppressants, or else her own body would attack her heart, and kill it. And what’s more, she'll need more donor hearts after every so often to ensure she can live, as the donor hearts only last so long.

In the years leading up until The End, Aerolyn had been able to get right back to where she was before her heart transplant. Life was going well, and things were looking positive. That was, however, until it happened.


After apocalypse: When The End happened, her family was relatively unaffected by it. The rural setting of her home kept the populations low near her. But a forest fire raged through the area. Her and her family were forced to evacuate. The hectic evacuation lead them to a small enclave of survivors who took them in until they figured out what to do next. But there would be no “next” for her and her family.

Some time later, Aerolyn was pushed down to Nevada, by reasons unknown. Her last whereabouts, as of that of her family, are shrouded in mystery, one she refuses to talk about.

Personality before: Prior to the fall of civilization, Aerolyn was the kindest and most loving girl one could meet. She loved her life, and her family. She loved nature and the creatures it held. She would do anything for anyone. She cared more about other than herself. She was selfless. Even in spite of everything that happened to her, she never lost who she was. But her altruism lead to her downfall on occasions, and it often made her wonder if it would be her downfall.

Personality after: When everything happened and the world fell, she changed. She became hardened. She didn’t know who to trust. But even with this, her altruism was something she could not suppress. It is who she is. But now, she trusts less. It’s hard to say exactly what changed personality-wise, in a sense. The best way one could describe it as would be hardened and less trusting, but also trying to suppress the person she once was because the world now couldn’t allow her to be that way. And now, she isn’t afraid to shoot first, then ask questions.

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Spoiler: Sample post from my long term group RP a few years ago

As the battle raged on outside the Mountaintop’s bunker, it seemed all was doomed, and they needed to leave as soon as they possibly could. But the issue they found themselves in was how they could get out. They were surrounded, and there didn’t seem like it was a clear way out. This was, however, until Dutch showed up with a tank. Jennifer was surprised, to say the least. She didn’t expect Dutch in a tank to be their saving grace. But nonetheless, it was. Jennifer knee that she had to assume the gunner seat of the tank. Archie seemed to agree, asking for the keys to her truck.

“Here,” she said, throwing them to him.

Immediately after, Jennifer climbed on the tank, and through the door. “Dutch,” she yelled, “it’s me. I’ll be working the gun. Just drive us the hell out of here. This place is done.”

Jennifer pulled a .50 cal ammo can from inside the tank and attached it to the Browning M2 .50 BMG machine gun. Opening the cover, she took the .50 and loaded in into the gun, closing the cover and racking the bolt. The gun was ready to fire.

During Jennifer’s short tenure as the leader of the Mountaintop, she specifically asked how to use the tanks at the Mountaintop. Jennifer took time to learn how they worked in the case that she needed to be in one. They normally had a crew of four; there was a driver, a gunner, a commander, and a loader. Since it was just Jennifer and Dutch, Jennifer had to assume the position of gunner, commander, and loader. She tried to avoid using the main gun, as it was a more involved process to use. Manning the .50 on top was the best thing she could do now.

As the tank began to move, Jennifer looked around at the destruction at the Mountaintop. Buildings were either on fire, or so badly damaged that they were close to collapsing. Bodies lined the streets and paths, tinted read from blood. But people were still fighting at the Mountaintop. Though, it wasn’t seemingly for defending the Mountaintop, but for survival. They knew the Mountaintop was doomed.

Helios men were both outside the crippled walls and breaking through. The ones that were alive inside were fighting whoever was left defending. The ones outside were working more on crippling the walls to get everyone inside. Jennifer moves the gun towards an enemy she saw as Dutch drive the tank towards the gate. When there were Helios men, she fired the gun at them, killing them. Behind the tank was Archie in her truck. Jennifer continued to fire upon any enemies.

Once reaching the gate, Jennifer told Dutch to just go through it. The gate was weakened severely, and plowing the tank through it would force it to open, breaking any locks present. But doing this would ensure the Helios men getting into the Mountaintop easily, meaning anyone left inside would be left to their mercy, which most likely meant death. But at this point, it was about survival, and the Mountaintop was doomed. It was only a matter of time before Helios broke through. They had to survive, and so did whoever was left. They were leaving many people behind, but they had to.

They needed to survive.

The tank pushed the gate open, allowing her and Dutch in the tank, and the rest in her truck behind them, to escape. Flooring it, they went fast as they could, and they escaped the Mountaintop, getting away fast enough that Helios was unable to catch up.

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The frost on the ground made a crunch with every step she took. A small herd of wild elk were a small distance ahead of her. She had been stalking them in the early morning light.
When the herd settled in a small area to graze on any food they can, Jennifer crouched down, and aimed her rifle at the herd. She was determined to get as many as she could for everyone.

Ever since the Mountaintop fell about a week ago, supplies had been scarce. They were pampered with food everyday, so much so that they never went hungry, a luxury forgotten in this world. Basic things like food and clean water were scarce. They had to readjust to the lifestyle they had moved away from for awhile. It was now back to hunting and scavenging for any food they could so they could eat at least once a day. And, lucky for them, elk is one of the better meats out there to hunt. Elk had been reintroduced into the state a little while before the End. With little interference from humans like there was before, the small population blew up. No longer were the Rockies the place were elk lived in North America. Places east in the Appalachians, like West Virginia, now we’re home to them.

As the herd settled to graze, Jennifer observed every one of them. She tried to find the largest one that would yield the most meat for everyone. There were six mouths to feed, and the more meat the better. When she finally decided on the largest one in the herd, she lined her sights up on where the heart would be. As she began to hold her breath, her mind started to replay her confrontation with her father. She remembered the anger she felt when she finally was on top of her father, on control of the situation.

“No,” she said to herself quietly. She’d Lost concentration on the herd, her anger still churning deep inside.

But it played again. The silence and concentration only made her mind amplify it. She felt her anger growing more and more, mixed with many more emotions. She was having trouble keeping still, trouble focusing. She tried once again to alleviate the memories by focusing on the herd.

It did not work.

She felt the anger flow through her veins slowly, spreading throughout her body. Anger, mixed with bloodlust, was consuming her. The herd didn’t become food to her, but instead targets.

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A calf was feeding next to their mother. It was early in the morning, and the calf stayed close to the mother. Members of the herd were around them. The calf’s mother began to walk away from the calf. At first, it didn’t notice. It was busy eating vegetation to notice. But when the calf looked to the side their mother was on, it began to panic. Frantically, the calf looked left and right through the herd for the mother. It saw every member but their mother. The young animal’s heart began to beat fast, a primitive sense of worry spreading through the neurons in the animal. It began to run around the herd, looking far and wide for the mother. It became desperate. The animal called out to its mother, the familiar sound of an elk piercing the air. Suddenly, from behind the calf, the mother appeared, nudging it as if to tell it that it was there, to worry no more. The calf was relieved when it saw its mother. It nudged her back, the comfort of the animal being next to its mother. It stuck to the mother, almost as if vowing to never lose sight of her again. The two began to happily graze on the vegetation nearby.

Then, the mother dropped down, its head bleeding profusely from a small hole.

The calf became frantic. It didn’t understand what happened to its mother. She was unresponsive, lying on the ground with blood shooting like a geyser. It began to run around to other members of the herd, seeking some sort of help. But one by one, the members started to flee as more dropped. Members ran for their lives, some falling from injury. The calf tried to run, but it didn’t want to leave its mother. It ran to its mother, remembering the vow to never leave her again, and began to nudge the animal with its snout. More members ran around the calf, some falling from some sort of injury.

Then the calf felt a sharp pain in its rear. It jumped, in excruciating pain. The young creature fell, the pain too much. It dragged its body over to the mother, laying against it, trying to get her to move. It nudged and nudged and nudged her, but she did not move. The calf didn’t understand why she didn’t move, why the herd ran, and why it was in so much pain.

The sound of some creature yelling from behind the calf caught its ear. It became fearful. A bipedal creature had walked from the brush, approaching it. It yelled and screamed, dropping to its knees, putting its head in their hands. It too fell to the ground. It pounded the ground, eventually yelling to the sky. The calf didn’t know what was said. It didn’t make sense to the animal. It was in pain and scared, and the only thing that made feel safe was not responding to it. The calf watched as the creature got up, grabbed and object, and surveyed the landscape. Several members of the heard laid motionless or struggling to move, fear evident in their faces. One by one, the creature walked up to the ones struggling to moved, and pointed the object at it. It made a cracking sound, a loud one. Each time it did, the member of the herd stopped moving. It walked closer and closer o the calf, the calf being fearful as it came near. It tried to get up and run, but it couldn’t. It’s hind legs didn’t work. There was much pain. As it tried to move, the creature moved to it.

The calf observed this creature. It looked like a tree, the things it wore matching the surroundings. It seemed to turn away when it saw the calf, making noises that it didn’t understand. It crouched down next to the calf, extending its hand out to it. It tried to move, but it couldn’t. It was in too much pain, and the world was starting to faze away, then come back, only to faze again and repeat the process. The creature began to make more odd noises, taking its hand and wiping its eyes. It then leaned in, petting its head. When it did this, it had a small weird object in its other hand. It came closer to the calf’s head, before it felt a cold, metallic thing pressed up against it. It wanted to move, it tried to, but it couldn’t. The pain was too much. The creature made sniffling noises between more inaudible noises it never heard. It looked it in the eyes, making one last noise, before everything went black, and it felt pain no more.

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Jennifer returned to the house they stayed at with meat in her backpack. She continued to wipe tears from her face the entire way to the house. Her anger, her rage, her emotions made her fire indiscriminately into the herd. She hadn’t realized what she had done until she saw the gruesome scene when her emotions settled. She tried to erase the details, the memories from her mind. But the calf, up against its mother, a rear leg missing, scared beyond understanding-that one she couldn’t erase. She was a monster to it. She killed its mother, injured it. It was all because she became consumed by rage. She wanted to kill everything she could. Her mind was complete and utter turmoil. She had been finding herself losing control of her emotions. She was feeling a darkness she had just been able to not long ago free herself from. She had fought it off, but it was coming back. She began to slowly convince herself that this was who she was supposed to be, that she was supposed to embrace it. But another part of herself fought it. She was lost, hurt, with a new traumatic experience being added to her ever growing list of them. Jennifer was losing herself slowly. Being alone only made it worse. If she falls like she did before, this time will be even worse.

Once she was inside, she began to prepare food. The sun was creeping into the house, indicating it might have just turned 7 in the morning. Jennifer was hoping to fully prepare all food soon, making it from everyone to eat. But she didn’t want to interact with anyone. She just wanted to be alone, although it was the worst thing she could do for herself. But for now, she didn’t focus on that. Instead, she focused on preparing the meat to be cooked. Simultaneously, she tried to erase imagines from her mind. But at this moment, all she could think about was that calf’s eyes and her father. Her mind was a complete and utter hell.

 

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NAME: magnolia lilly hall
AGE: twenty seven
APPEARANCE: face claim: zoe kravitz

SKILLS: magnolia, above all else, is a very quiet person. she's extremely light on her feet and because of this, it's easy for her to sneak around. she's god awful with a gun, but put a knife in her hand and she's lethal.
BEFORE APOCALYPSE: prior to the apocalypse, magnolia was a second-grade teacher to hard-of-hearing children. being the hearing child of deaf parents she was fluent in asl, so teaching these kids wasn't much of a problem for her. she loved her job, as enriching the minds of the young people around her was something she absolutely loved. she took care of her students as if they were her own, giving them the attention they needed while also being a guiding hand in their life. she taught all subjects but her specialty was English. if she wasn't a teacher she'd probably would've ended up as a writer. being one of the youngest teachers at her school, she felt a little alienated but loved her job regardless. despite the war going on, magnolia did her best to give her kids a breath of fresh air in her classroom, and for the most part, it worked.
AFTER APOCALYPSE: when the apocalypse happened the first thing that came to her mind was the well-being of her kids. her students were her pride and joy, so the fact that she knew nothing of what happened to them stressed her out beyond belief. when the zombies first began to attack, she was out in a public area. she was lucky enough to be able to hide away behind a dumpster as the carnage took place. that day very much set the tone for the rest of her life. she ran away when she could and barricaded herself in her home. after a few days of panic attacks and never-ending fear, she made her move to leave as she knew staying in her home was an awful idea. she's been trying her best to survive ever since.
PERSONALITY BEFORE: before everything happened, magnolia was a very chill and happy-go-lucky person. she was an eternal optimist who always looked on things' brighter side. she never really approved of the war that was going on, but she was a passive observer above all else. it was constantly disheartening for her to hear about everything, but she kept an air of complete control and held all of her true feelings in. she's always been like that, honestly. she would have rather held her tongue than stir the pot in any way shape or form.
PERSONALITY AFTER: after everything went down, magnolia learned quickly that the way she was before wasn't going to help anybody. sure, she kept her calm and caring nature, but she knew she had to be stern and tough if she were to survive. she's become something of a silent threat. rough around the edges and ready to defend herself at any moment, magnolia has toughened up in the only way she knew how to. no longer an optimist, she's learned to not hope for anything as she'll end up being disappointed. though extremely cautious, she longs for human contact but is fearful of what the people in this new world of theirs have become.