Paradise Exiled

[fisheypixels]

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CHARACTER SHEET:


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Age:


Gender:


Appearance (description or picture, doesn't matter):


Likes:


Dislikes:


Personality:


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Pre-Apocalypse Occupation:


Inventory:


Bio:


(We're going to start in Detroit. Meeting up there or something. Then we'll decide where to go after. And remember, be realistic) 
Also, feel free to add anything you wish to add to the Character sheet. if you want. 
Name: Hector McKinnely


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Appearance (description or picture, doesn't matter): 6', 165 lb. He's not in shape, but not too badly out of shape. He can't run for ages, but can go fast if he has to. Scrawny. But he is stronger than he looks. White. No, like blind you white. Brown short hair. Short beard. Normally wears cut off jean shorts and a t-shirt in summer. Slip on shoes. Newsboy hat. Uses a satchel.

Likes: Comics, writing, drawing, art, painting, music, friendly people, being friendly, skateboarding, food.


Dislikes: Bullies, scary things, spoiled food, killing, people mishandling his comics, losing people, pain.


Personality: He's a quiet one. Despite the fact that he is quiet around strangers or new people, he is very much the opposite once he gets to know someone. He is witty and often times uses humor to try and lighten a situation. Optimist with his words, Pessimist with his thoughts. Does everything he can to protect his friends and family. Tends to be awkward from time to time. Good at helping people through difficult situations.


Skills/Strengths: He knows how to do parkour, it's just doing it that he struggles with. Agile. Fast for short distances. Has a good aim with slingshots and guns. Good at reading people's emotions and helping them deal with things, brave if not stupid. Quiet, Perceptive.


Weaknesses: Confrontation, long distance running, not terribly strong. Can be pretty stupid at times. Tries to be the hero. clumsy. Emotional. Bottles everything up and will explode occasionally.


Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: In between jobs.


Inventory: Sketchbook, notebook, assorted comics, Master Sword (zelda) replica, various knives, .22 revolver. Some food and some water as well. Lives on a building within the safe zone. He set up bright flags around his building to signal other survivors where he is.


Bio: Hector grew up in lansing. He grew up in a nice neighborhood. Bullied through school, through that, he learned how to defend others and stick up for himself. Despite getting beat up often. He was always pretty nerdy. Never really into sports as much as video games and reading. Through video games, he developed a knack for strategy, while lacking physically. He would go shooting with his dad occasionally and shoot bb guns and slingshots with his best friend. When infection hit, he was at home. He never really left to go anywhere very often. Though he loves traveling. His family died in the early weeks of when it hit Lansing. He left the city with his brother and friend for the "Safe zone" said to be in detroit. Only to arrive and find nothing but infected. His brother, friend and him stayed there for a few weeks. Though he lost both of them in the same day. He didn't let himself mourn. He just distracted himself with finding good, comics, and other survivors.


Hector is currently in a cleared out, barricaded building within the safe zone. He travels by rooftop, often sleeping on the roof.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Name:


Adeline Rose


Age:


23 years old


Gender:


Female


Appearance:

Likes:


Any kind of fruit, animals, exploring, the scent of a rose, outgoing people, the color blue, reading old books, writing, her journal.


Dislikes:


Violence, losing someone she cares for, nighttime, anger, abuse, alcohol.


Personality:


Very outgoing and friendly, Adeline has no problem meeting new people. She looks at the positive side of everything, and tries to help other people see that side too. But of course, who could see the positive side of anything in times like these? Before the outbreak, Adeline's nature was more cheery and carefree. She had people she cared about, amazing friends... What could go wrong? Well, that wasn't until the disease began to spread.


Almost everyone she knew became a stranger, and she found herself alone in this infested world. Adeline slowly drew further and further into a reserved state, and she was no longer the happy girl everyone used to know. She could no longer trust others, and the only person she relied on was herself.


Skills/Strengths:


Has a sharp intellect, quick and nimble, highly intelligent when it comes to technology, a skilled marksman, is good at healing wounds.


Weaknesses:


Is technically not that strong, can be dangerously courageous sometimes, risks herself for others, is afraid of the mutants more than anything (fear causes her to freeze).


Pre-Apocalypse Occupation:


College student, but also worked a part-time modeling job.


Inventory:


An old vintage journal, several books, a few knives, three water bottles and some food, a Polaroid picture of her family, multiple pencils and pens. Carries all of this in a blue worn out backpack.


Bio:


Adeline Rose grew up in Manhattan, NY, where she lived with her adopted family for most of her life. When she graduated from high school, she got accepted into a college in Detroit, Michigan, where she studied becoming a nurse. But all of her dreams fell to pieces when the virus contaminated the world. She lost her closest friends, and never heard any signs from her family. She suspected they were infected too. Hiding out in the safe zone of the city, she concealed herself in a small building near the border of the area, where she currently is now. The only time she leaves her shelter, is for food and supplies.

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[Alivia]

Name:


Rick Penning


Age:


Twenty two


Gender:


Male


Appearance:

Likes:


Summer, dark colors, rain, being alone, anything sharp/weapons, solitude, silence.


Dislikes:


Obnoxious and naive people, false hope, liars, betrayers, large groups of people, being pressured, and getting too attached.


Personality:


Rick never had liked any people in general. He preferred being on his own, even before the virus spread. He is more often than not serious, thoughtful and constantly antsy. He had what his younger brother called ADD. He couldn't sit still for too long without beginning to pace, lost in thought. He was just like that. Always thinking. Thoughts flew in his mind, even with his eyelids closed during night. He was a night owl, too. He never bothered sleeping. He liked the feeling of being up in the middle of the night. Alone. He craved every moment to be alone, with just him and his thoughts. So, he made it happen. He distanced himself from his family, what friends he had, and built a brick wall from society. He had been too afraid to let anyone help him.


He wasn't all sunshine and happy. In fact, he was quite the opposite, most of the time. He could never see the good in everyone, and certainly not in himself. He had lost hope in humanity a long time ago, after his father. So, he became bitter towards everyone. He would snap at his friends for the smallest of jokes that struck a nerve (usually about his father), and he covered his pain with sarcasm. It became his best friend, too. In short, he became a rude, sarcastic jock. Sports had helped him release his anger out instead of exploding at home, or at school. He kept his emotions under control, and things worked out great for everyone. But then the virus came. He shattered. He lost control of himself. And he hated himself for it.


Skills/Strengths:


Rick is observant, has a excellent memory, can sprint for a decent time, has a basic understanding of handguns, and loves to use melee weapons (knives, mainly).


Weaknesses:


Extremely stubborn, pride blinds him from time to time, lets his emotions get the better of him, and he is terrible with long range weapons.


Pre-Apocalypse Occupation:


A bartender and in college.


Inventory:


Somewhat dull hunting knife, a medium crowbar, two bottles of Gatorade, one can of tuna, one can of baked beans, rope, some small tarp (he uses it for a blanket), and the clothes on his back. He carries all of this in a black backpack he used to use for college.


Bio:


Rick Penning had been born in a large family. With seven younger siblings to take care of, he grew up fast. By the time he was fourteen, he had three small side jobs to help pay rent. He got excellent grades, stayed out of trouble (most of the time), and helped out when he could. He eventually graduated, and hit rock bottom. He started drinking for a while, and for a small chunk in his life, was depressed. He got over it after a year, got a job at the bar, and went into college. Then came the virus. And everything was turning out good, too, until it arrived. He fled the small town he had been living in, and rushed to Detroit, where his family had been living in. By the time he arrived at the house, they were gone. All seven kids, and his mother. No notes, nothing. So, he ran to the streets, faced by infected. For a while, he searched for them. Then he gave up all hope. He assumed they were dead, or walking around this city, their jaws gaping open with blood. Either way, he didn't want to find out. So, he holed up in a small shop, and waited for something to change. He occasionally leaves the small shop when A) he's mad, and kills a infected or two, B) needs some supplies. Now, Rick is debating on whether or not to move and find others.


(I'll add his Inventory tomorrow; thanks!)

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[fisheypixels]

Alright, you all ready to start? I think three would be a good number. 
It has begun... *cue dramatic music*

 

[fisheypixels]

So did you guys get eaten by the zombies or life or something?