When Darkness Comes.

Name: Siri (Alexis Freemore)


Age: 18


Species: Human


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Personality: Kind, Caring, Stubborn, Brave, Selfless, Careless, Clumsy


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Bio: It was just a normal day in her home. Until it happened. All she remembers was waking up to find herself all alone. No one was there. Although she could hear terrifying noises in the distance, something told her to check home first. Once she got there, everyone was gone. Her younger brother, Timothy, and her mother, Judy, were both gone. The logical thing that she assumed was that they were dead, or had been eaten by the zombies outside. There were two of the zombies inside the house. Little did she know that the zombies she had shot were her mother and brother. Thanks to that, she tries not to get too attached to people, but it is very natural for her to be friendly, so she has to catch herself. Sometimes, fi the situation hasn't changed, (which happens often) she will run off while they are away to find somewhere else to be. Before all of this happened, her father had left her family in rags. He was in debt, but the money he got to pay it off, just went straight to more alcohol and gambling. Siri has no idea what to do with her trust, so she stores it away inside of her. So no one can get to it. Her father has put a very big dent in her life, having a personal opinion of men that isn't very welcoming.


As far as her nickname goes-that is what her family used to call her. Her brother made it up when he was just learning words, and instead of calling her by Alexis, or Sister, he called her Siri. It came from his own mind, not from anything particular. (Not after the Apple Co.'s Siri.)


Other: She has a very weird craving for cheese when she is nervous.


(So sorry it is short, I will add to it later on. >.<)



 

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These are my newly added characters. Many of them. Here's the first though.



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Name: Eliana


Age: 20


Species: Unknown


Appearance: Long hair with a slight, soft natural curl to it, along with a rather unnatural tone of pink, however in some way the soft color to it looks as though it would manage to be natural in some way. Bright blue eyes that appear to stare into one's soul, and pale white skin as if she'd never been in the sun a day of her life.


Weapons: Mystery.


Bio: Mystery.

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Name: Yuki Snow


Age : 5016 looks 16


Race : Pure Blood Vampire


Personality : shy at first but once you get to know her shes really nice and sweet but get on her bad side she will be very cold to you , she loves to fight and train and has a soft spot of cute things , normal found drinking blood out of a blood bag


Weapons : guns , daggers , ninja stars , and throwing knifes


Likes: blood , cats/kittens , training and fighting , reading ,anime , mangas


Dislikes : bullying , pervs , being alone


Other: favorite color(s) - dark pink/purple , dark blue , light blue , red , silver


favorite sport - anything that pushes her to be her best


favorite food - blood


favorite animals - any types of cats/kittens/nekos


good things : she carries blood bags of animal blood to drink


bad things : shes a big risk taker ex: she took on a whole team of 5 football players and won


Bio: was bullied before this happened and was always alone now shes helps anyone who needs it since she hates seeing people die


Appearance : (1 eye is light blue other (one under the eye patch )is purple ) , she is 5'5


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Name: KurikaYukokashi


Age: 28


Species: Human


Gender: Male


Appearance/Bio:
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6'4" and and tan he is a stockier character who came to the United States to look for some R&R after his wife died after being brutal stabbed by her boss for speaking up in Kyoto. He knows English because of his years at UCLA where he studied to become a school teacher. He dropped out after WWIII began and joined up with the Japanese Navy but was released because shortly before he joined his wife was killed and he was diagnosed as manically depressed after that he came to America, a land of renewed opportunity but was meet only with more destruction and is slowly going mad from grief and an underlying distrust of authority that has only grow stronger in this new apocalypse. He also ran out of Meds last week...


Weapon specialties: Knife and short sword fighting, as well as a marksman. He has a Kukuri which was a gift from his long-dead grandfather and a Wazakashi he found in a burned out dojo. he ran out of ammo a while ago and has abandoned his lone 9 mm pistol he found near a barricaded apartment.
 
Name: Ashnii Mertinez


Age: 17


Species: Human


Appearance:


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Personality: Fierce, Sarcastic, Stubborn, Protective, Has a good sense of humor, and confident.


Weapons: Double barrel shoutgun, two katanas, spiked


Bio: Ashnii grew up with only her dad in a gun store, as her mum was a fallen victim to lung cancer. She was trained since she was 13 to fight and shoot by her dad, because Ashnii wanted to become a Marine when she grew up and help protect people. For years the two lived together in the store in peace, until the apocalypse came along. After her dad commited suicide after being bitten by a zombie when she was 16, Ashnii became stubborn and fierce, putting all her training to use. She lives in the now abandoned gun store, pushing bad memories away and concentrating on one thing: surviving.
 

Name: Dr. Ryan Hyde (PhD and MD)


Age: 33


Species: Human


Appearance:


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Personality:


Weapons: A titanium musket (when he's out of ammo, he uses chemical viles)


Bio: Dr. Hyde used to work with the military, the same people that killed his family. He didn't know they did that, but when he found out (during the apocalypse), he vanished from the base he was in. He is a nuclear/chemical scientist, and when he used to work at the military, he was required to memorize every single corner (including underground) of every city in the country.


After he vanished, he ran to his lab with a titanium musket and armor he stole from the base and he took one thing that nobody needed in that time being.


Chemicals.


He survives by himself, relying on nobody.


(Sorry if this is too short :c)


Others:


Bring da cheese whiz we're gonna have a party! ou o

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Name:


Isaac Snow


Age:


21


Species:


Human


Appearance:


Tall and thin. Sharp features.Long and scruffy white hair. Blue and white striped jacket with rolled up sleeves. Tatty pair of jeans. Converse pumps. Dirty exterior. Various marks and scratches on face and fore arms. Black laptop bag, strap goes from shoulder and across torso.


Personality:


Quiet. Likes company but doesn't like to admit it. Not easily scared.


Weapons:


Japanese-styled sword. Bow with various arrows in a quiver on same shoulder as laptop bag strap.


Bio:


Grew up in a normal environment. Bullied a lot as a child, took up archery in spare time to help with stress and also just as recreational purposes. Very fast (excellent for scouting and item retrieving). Not much to say about Isaac, pretty average guy. Very shy and doesn't like to be complimented. No more family (all died off etc). Stays in a fortified flat with a Siberian Husky for company. Doesn't usually take 'Merlin' out of the flat for obvious reasons.


Not got an image, just have to use your imaginations ^^
 
Name: Maika K. Blyedart


Age: 16


Species: Fire Demon


Appearance: (Can include description as well as picture) Pro. Picture (look at Profile)


Personality: Very feirce and strong, although don't piss her off


Weapons: (If any? Probably guns, if anything. But swords and such are fine too.) One sword


Bio: No one really knows.... Not even her
 
Name: Spade Valentine


Age:23


Species: Werewolf


Appearance: When in his standard human appearance, Spade has his hair up in a Tall, black Pompadour, with Skinny Dark Jeans, a Black Tee, and a leather biker's Jacket. (Wolven form, Dark Grey fur with White Chest.)


Personality: Quiet, and keeps mostly to himself.


Weapons: Spade carries no weapons as his claws are his own


Bio: Spade likes to tend to himself, rather than others. It's too much work dealing with others let alone his own thoughts. Spade is now, as they say a werewolf. Spade preferred the term Lycan. It sounded more acceptable in his own mind. F0r three years, Spade has been cursed with Lycanism. A curse it surely was, but sometimes it did give Spade the upper hand. The ability to morph into a full bodied wolf at any time really lent him a hand, but it was his other form that worried Spade greatly and made life harder to bear for the young man, for it was more of an abomination than a simple wolf. The form Spade couldn't control on the night of the full moon, or when Spade would become too excited with anger or fear. The voices in his head were also an unpleasant factor of the Lycanism he had lived with. The more abominable form however, also proved to be handy in the war against the undead and any unpleasant vamps he might run into. Overall, Spade misses what life once was before the coming of the "Nuclear Apocalypse"; but this was more than the aftermath of a mere "Super-Nuke." No, the whole world had changed after the great war, and there is no going back. Spade has learned to survive.
 
Name: Williams Dim


Age: 32


Species: Vampire


Appearance: Jet black hair slicked back with a glossy sheen with pale skin. Williams has a slender framework with long and curved fingers. His grey eyes are menacing, as if he is always watching you. He usually wears a black cloak and black sunglasses, and looks like he is always plotting. He also sports a bowler hat with things insider it just in case things get hairy.


Personality: Very cold-blooded, and will sacrifice anything for the greater good. He trusts no one, and always has a back up just in case he needs to fight. His friends are only those with a like mind, so he doesn't have many friends. He doesn't like to show much of his body, and covers it from head to toe, wearing his bowler hat, gloves, trench coat, shoes and sunglasses. He doesn't work well in a group, and often says "Get out of my way."


Weapons: Williams uses a combat yo-yo, forged from steel. The yo-yo uses a special metal string that allows for enough strength to withstand the strain of two teams of horses pulling on each end, but enough stretch power to bound and rebound. Williams also carries a silenced pistol and two magazines for it. In addition to all of the that, he carries a crossbow that uses a bolt that has a wide edge to the tip, about the width of a neck. The bolt has a string of the same material of the yo-yo's, allowing for recycling of bolts.


Bio: Williams always had to save the lives of many working for the agents of POM (Preservation of Mankind). The kind of things he did involved stopping nuclear threats with bullets (or bolts) to the head. Everyone in this organization was handpicked from the best of the best who where the best at what they do. Williams was one of the special ones, he was the son of the founder of POM. His father trained him to fight with many different weapons, but only one interested Williams, and that was the yo-yo. He like the accuracy and reusability of it, and requested one specially made for him. It was made for him, and he uses it to this day. When his training was over, he was able to use an array of weapons, and was ready for the operations of POM. His first mission was to stop a tyrant from launching a Nuke. It was simple, nobody could launch a missile if they were dead. There was a problem though. There was an inside agent working for the tyrant, feeding him information. Because of that, the man knew everything he needed to know, and he launched the nuke early. Unfortunately, the base of operations for POM was in the vicinity of the nuke. Everyone in there died, even Williams parents, but Williams managed to survive. He survived barely using a gas mask and hiding in a vault. His skin, though, was exposed to some of the radiation, and something happened to him. He began to change into a stronger and faster individual. His skin was white as the snow, and his eyes had a fire in it. He noticed how he was not going to be the only one who was gonna go through this change, and knows that mankind will not be the same. He had a thirst for blood, so he fed on the blood of the corpses of POM. He also picked up his father's crossbow, thinking he may need it later. Knowing that he was an outcast now, he decided to make his own nation, one composed of his own kind under one flag. He would rebuild his former home of POM, and be united under the flag of "The Wings of Cold." He has no care for humans anymore, and will help vampires and train them to be killers and fighters. He will rebuild this world.


(Hope you like it, this is my first RP on this site, and I want you to tell me anything I should change or cover, or if this is too much of a "Mary Sue" character)
 
Name: John A. Wulfgar


Age: 41


Species: Werewolf Changeling (So basically Werewolf)


Biography: John was born as a normal human on the outskirts of England. He was an underachiever; as he grow up and went through school, he tried his best not to get straight A's, but rather put just enough effort into the subjects that let him pass the class, barely. This caused a lot of grief from his parents and teachers, but John doesn't care. He never does like anything Academic anyway, so as soon as he turned 18, he quickly left the house and enlisted into the military without a second thought. The training in the military was Hell, but during the course of the training, he found that though he lacked Academic prowess, he substitute it with his skill with Firearms and Close Quarters Combat, and years of living in the country had taught him how to be invisible to the untrained eye through the use of camouflage. Two years passed before his training was completed and he was deployed as an SAS to help with the Third War of the World as a Sniper; but unlike normal Snipers, who operate in pairs, John went in solo and, combined with his last name, earned himself a nickname: "Lone Wulf." Despite the obvious handicap of the lack of a Spotter, he managed to rack up a high kill count with cold precision. The war finally ended with atomic bombs soaring from the sky, destroying almost everything on the surface. On the day the war ended, John was luckily on his sick day when he came down with a terrible flu, so he had the luxury of getting to a bunker when the news of the bombs dropping came in. He was thirty then. The next eleven years, John spent his time as a scavenger, scrounging up bits and pieces of food to stay alive. One night, on a full moon, a stranger who he was sharing the hideout with suddenly doubled over in pain. John tried to help, but before he could do anything, the man transformed into a werewolf, like something that came straight out of a nightmare. The wolf went berserk, killing anyone in sight, and that was when John and the beast's eyes locked. John's instinct screamed to him, telling him, begging him to turn and run from the creature, but John refused the plea and engaged the creature. He ran for his trusty Sniper Rifle, a beautiful M-200 Intervention and fired the gun with the barrel aiming at the incoming beast. The bullet went straight into the beast's chest, which only served to delay him for a second or two, then enraged him even more. John emptied the gun's magazine onto the beast to no avail, and that was also his last mag. Discarding the gun, he pulled out his knife to try to fight the monster, but the beast was too quick even for his soldier's reflex, and he was slashed across the chest by the beast's claws. The room, apart from John, the beast and a few dead survivors, was now empty as everyone else had taken their leave as soon as the beast's laid it's eyes on John, who is now bleeding and feeling his life slowly edging away from him with each breath. But as his breathing slowed, John noticed something... Strange. He noticed that his hearing seemed more acute, and the fetid smell of blood, his blood, reached his nose that made him scrunched up the nose in disgust. But what he noticed most clearly was the fact that there is another voice other than his inside his head. The voice sounded angry, berating John of his uselessness, that he should have died, that he is a failure, which in turn made John angry. The last thing of that night that John remembered was the speed of which the beast's back approached him, and the warm feeling of blood splattering on his right hand, and then everything went black. That was when John acquired his "gift" of lycanthropy, though he denied it, saying it is a curse of anger and hate. When John finally awaken, the wound on his chest is already starting to close up at a much faster rate than usual. Beside him lay the dead body of a werewolf, with a knife firmly jammed into it's back. It appears that John had killed the beast, but at the cost of his own humanity. John was horrified by this, and decided to spend the next few years as a nomad, adopt the Lunar Calendar to calculate the next Full Moon so he could lock himself inside a room before daylight ends and the madness begins anew. During this time, the voice grew angrier and angrier while John tried his best to calm the beast down. Until now, they're still at an impasse.


Appearance: John was born an English person, thus his skin is pinkish white. He has a pair of brown and amber eyes on a gaunt, malnourished face of someone who doesn't have enough food or sleep, who was just scraping by. His hair is shoulder lengthed, dry and dull black, with strands of white hair here and there. He also have a Five o' Clock Shadow that has been making his chin itch for a while now. Even though he is malnourished, his body still retain the outline of his old toned soldier body. John wears a tattered, dusty robe over his old sweat stained white T-Shirt, Urban Camouflaged Military Cargo Pants and a pair of old combat boots to cover his body from the hazards as he ventures forth. As of the present, John is approximately six feet tall.


Personality: While he seemed to have a cold personality and, at times, even foul tempered, John genuinely cares for the humans, going so far as to travel the Wasteland away from known or establishing settlements so that if the Wolf actually did take control of his body, he wouldn't be able to harm anyone. He believed, in his own idealistic way, that if he stays away from the settlements, he'll help save them from an unknown threat. He also occasionally helped the locals, reluctantly, with Zombies and Bandits problems with his skills, and before he was given anything, he quickly departed again.


Weapons: Being an ex-military, his weapons mainly consists of any type of firearms and a knife. But his greatest skills lie in Sharpshooting and Sneaking, and he works alone. Therefore, he makes a great Reconnaissance Expert. If... When John and the Wolf (or I might call him Wulf due to John's last name) reached a consensus on their opinions of each another, then I plan to add Werewolf's Brute Strength to the list. Until then, John's a Sharpshooter / Recon.


Weakness: After years of wandering the Wasteland, John's body was reduced to skin and bones. Not literally, of course. Therefore, John and the Wolf are extremely weak in terms of their Durability. He also doesn't work well with others, as shown in his Biography.


(Whew, that took a long time to write, especially on a phone. Hope you read my Resume, owner of the RP. And please, tell me if it needs improvement or what not.)
 
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Name: Jerico Lionhearth


Age: 21 (slowed aging)


Species: Human


Appearance: Blonde haired 5"9' male of medium build with grey eyes. Almost always wears his grandfather's black leather jacket and some of his old gear back when he was the captain of an elite black ops team.


Personality: On the outside he displays a cold, quiet, almost emotionless demeanor. But on the inside he is a person who cares deeply about the welfare of others but wouldn't hesitate to kill if he is in danger... Most of the time.


Weapons:

  • M4 with Trijicon Acog Sight and M203
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  • Wilson Combat CQB Elite
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  • Desert eagle in .357 Mag.
  • Coldsteel Latin Machete


  • Mercworx Sniper Standard


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  • Nightedge Serrated Edge


Bio: Ex-spec ops captain who participated in the 3rd World War with the clandestine 21st Support Division's No.3 Squad. He watched as the bomb detonated with his very own eyes before he blacked out, days later he woke to the remains of the city, his team and the civilization he once knew, but that's not all, as time passes by he noticed something different about himself for example once he tried to fend of a wild dog but quickly broke the dogs neck like it was made of Styrofoam and he once ran for days without rest. How would he cope with this new world and could his new found ability save him from what has claimed the lives of the people he once knew?


Sorry if its lacking anything. Its my first time here at rpnation and I need inspiration for a book I'm writing.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf4562e9a_myweapon(5).jpg.14b2956cab951606d0dc44a3afeea5bc.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18691" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf4562e9a_myweapon(5).jpg.14b2956cab951606d0dc44a3afeea5bc.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf4568955_knife1.jpg.de1cc68631022655f0dc16a5357ae98b.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="18693" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf4568955_knife1.jpg.de1cc68631022655f0dc16a5357ae98b.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>



 

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