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This is a remake of one of my old role plays!!
*** No longer accepting***
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||Your Intro||
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The averaged sized woman asked as she rolled you over onto your side. Your face was covered in blood, eyes have closed, and you smelled like a sewer. Before you knew it, multiple of people gathered around you, their guns to their side as the woman spoke again. "What's your name?" She demanded, her voice was rough. When you failed to answer, not on purpose, but for you were to weak, the woman hovered over you face and demanded it again, "I said, what's your name!" at this point you could feel the coldness of her M-16's barrel touch your cheek. "...*Your Name*." You managed to spit out. The woman looked you up and down before she went back to her normal stance."Who are you with?" She asked, this time her voice was softer, but still contained the edginess. "N..No one." You replied as you rolled onto your side and coughed up blood. Your head was spinning and you felt nauseated. "Search him." Two men then began to search you torn shorts' pockets for anything they could find. "He's clean." One spoke moments later.
"Lets take him back to the camp..."
**Two Hours Later**
As you look down at your used to be wounds, you noticed they have been bandaged up. Your head was still spinning and the pain was still there when you try to stand. After you cover your self with a thin shirt you found laying on the edge of the bed, you walk out of the tent and noticed the same woman standing by a post talking with a younger male, but you can't make out what it is they were saying. Few moments later she looks up and barks, "Well, I see you're finally up and about." as she comes walking towards you. Before you can reply she continues, "When you're feeling better and have your strength back, meet Alexis down in the Armory. We need to find out what your strengths are so we can see where you fit into our ranks."
"Ranks?" You ask.
"Yes, you're one of us now, a 'Raider'."
Instead of asking more questions you just decide to nod and go with what the woman is saying, knowing you'll learn all there needs to know in time.
||Plot Summary||
It's been six months since the riots started, people running through the streets burning buildings, blowing up cars, and killing one another. The government thought they could put an end to it by locking people up and putting them behind bars or in 'work camps' But they were wrong, all it did was stir things up a lot more. Between the times 6:00am-8:00am patrols search streets of the city looking for anyone who has survived the riots or escaped from prison/camps. If you are by chance caught, you most likely will be killed on sight or taken back to the capital where your fate will be decided.
Most of the city is abandoned, others quarantined. There aren't many safe zone inside the city, most are outside. But, the only way you can get to them is if you cross the barricade, which is heavily militarized guarded behind the capital. People like the 'Raiderz' will never be able to get past them But, I never said it was impossible...
So, Why has this happened? Well, truth to be told is, is that no one knows..Well, other than the President and his people. But, it doesn't matter why, all we know is, is that us, the Raiderz are the Last Hope for the city. And when we're ready, we go to war...
So, the real question is, are you able to survive this broken city of New York? Or, are you going to end up like the rest.
||The City||
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This is what was left of Main Street/Corner, most of the shops and restaurants were placed here. And the riots began here as well. Many bodies of the fallen still remain, but they are under the ruins.
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Time Square, here is where most of us get our supplies, but must be careful. Many patrols scan this are during the day. (http://i39BannedImageSite/2yx2908.jpg)
This is the capital, it is heavily guarded by military. Also, the President((Cause of all this)), prison, and camps are located here. Behind those walls are the quarantine zones and behind those are the out skirts of the city.
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This is the alley our camp is located on. It is 5 miles away from the capital and 2 away from Time Square. Patrols usually don't come this far, hence why we chose it. But, that doesn't mean it's 100% safer here either.
||Our Camp||
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This is the inside of the apartment we stay at. The 'Camp' where the armory and stuff is located in a courtyard in the back.
Address: 156 Appleton Ln 7665
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Armory, to access it you must have clearance. Only a few do. Here all the weaponry supplies are located, Guns, Swords, Knives, Grenades, etc. There is't much, but our suppliers go and savage them when they are ordered to.
**There are also food tents, a small campfire ground in the middle and a couple of lunch tables. Get created on the rest!!
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||OOC Rules||
*Hate the character not the player
*All FH rules apply
* Keep genders equal!!
*Yes, swearing, gore, blood, etc is allowed. Just, don't do too overboard.
*Violence, yes it foes to rated M so violence is allowed.
*No sex scenes
*As many characters as you feel you can handle.
*Your character is not perfect so don't make them be
*Be literate as possible, at least four lines.. I mean, c'mon give us something to work with
*IF you plan on having something big happen (Injury/Pregnant/etc.)) PM me!
*No killing anyone's character off unless they give you the permission.
*No god-modding/power-playing
||Raiderz Laws||
((IC))
*Listen to your leader(s)/Higher ranks. They have been there longer and know how our system works. If you fail to do so, then the overall leader will deal with you.
*No leaving the camp without permission or ALONE. The city is a dangerous place, not just the humans but animals too. Who knows what's lurking behind the corner...
*If you want a weapon to carry around, you must first pass a test. You don't just get one because you want it, since there is not many to give out we must be cautious.
*If you happen to get captured by the patrols than you CAN NOT just escape, it takes time and planning. It wont be easy so don't make it seem like it.
*For the love of GOD...Be safe. I'm tired of picking up dead bodies... (( :P ))
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||Mini-Plot||
Month: February
Season: End of winter, weather is still sometimes harsh.
Weather: Thunder-Storms/Rain-Storms have been off & on for the past, some snow flurries as well[/i]
Supplies: Running low on Medicine & Accessories. Food & Water should be good for the next 2-3 weeks[/size]
||Recent Activity ||
None as of now
||Daily News||
2/17/14: The President has decided to start building more 'Work-Camps' around the city. And for Patrols to take place every 4 Hours starting on the hour of 6 am.
Tune in for tomorrow at 5 am sharp for the Daily News Broadcast.
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||Application||
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Character Quote
Name: Your character's full name, pronunciation and meaning.
Alias: Your character's nickname(s).
Gender: Your character's gender, either male or female.
Rank: Choose from the Raiderz ranks.You must require the amount of abilities that is stated for that rank.
Age: How old your character is, obviously in human years.
Personality: A good detailed one please.
Appearance: What your character looks like, even if you do have a picture.
Strength(s): Your character's strong points max of 6
Weaknesses: Your character's weak points, minimum 2
Crush: Your character's love interest. (Optional)
Relationship Status: Your character's relationship status. Single, boyfriend/girlfriend, married, not interested.
Other: If your character has any disabilities, put them here.
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||President||
((Not Accepting Yet))
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He is the man behind all this. The one who caused the people o the city to star riots. He is also the one who ordered the military to start killing them off. This man is evil. If he dies, then maybe, just maybe, things will go back to the way they were before.
||Military||
((Not Accepting Yet/Just RP them into your post))
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They are the military, the ones who patrol and heavily guard the capital/camps/prisons. They carry all sorts of fire power and do not hesitate to use it.
||The Quarantined||
((Playable))
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These people are the ones living in the quarantined zones, most live on the streets like seen above. Only a few have homes. If extremely desperate, Raiderz may sneak into these zones and steal from others. It requires great stealth though.
||Rogues/Loners||
((Playable))
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Rogus/Loners are the ones who work alone, they may travel in a small group 1-3 people or so. Most kill ones for things they have. They live throughout the city and if you feel someone is watching you, don't be surprised if it is them.
||Raiderz||
((Playable))
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This is us. We are the Raiderz, we take what we want, when we want, and how much we want. No one ever sees us coming, and we never leave a trace. We only accept the best of the best, and if you have potential. Then we train you. Enough said. Once we are ready, we go to war...
We have ranks as Raiderz, they consist of:
Leader> They are in-charge of everything. What they say goes. If you by chance have any information about anything you must report to them, it is required, that way they can mark it down and keep track. Once a week the leader will hold a meeting, only certain people are invited ((Consider your self lucky if you are)) there they talk of their final plan to bring down the President.
General> They are the Second-In-Command, the Leader's right hand man ((Or, woman)). When the leader is gone, they are in-charge and give the orders. No questions asked. They may also choose between the ranks of: Assassin or Marksman. These are side ranks, when a man/woman is needed for a job (Of their side rank they choose) they must help.
Suppliers> They go in groups, usually of two out into the city and find supplies. Anything they can get their hands onto. They must require 2-3 of the 4 abilities of: Stealth, Speed, Hand to Hand combat skills, and think fast on their feet.
Marksman> One who is skilled in precision or shooting. Also, sometimes if a Supplier needs to travel more than 4 miles away from camp, one Marksman must accompany them. They must require 1-3 of the 4 abilities: Stealth, Skilled Shooter, Steady Shot, Fast Hands.
Cooks> These are ones who have a natural ability to cook. They cook 3 meals a day, Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. No more. Food is hard to find and we need to save as much as possible. Most of the time our meals consist of stew and bread. No special abilities are needed for Cooks.
Assassins> Assassins are the ones who travel inside the Quarantined Zones and steal from their stores/homes. Most try to take others captive if possible, and bring them to the Raiderz leader for questioning. Or, they kill them. But, you don't have to be a murderer to hold the role of an Assassin. They must require 2-3 of the 4 abilities: Stealth, Speed, Kiting/Snaring, Skilled with Knives
Kids/Trainees> These are anyone who is under the age of 18. If you are 13-18 you are a trainee, which means you will train for any of the other ranks listed. (Leader is only given in special occasions, General is earned.). If you are younger than 13 you have no rank, and are NOT ALLOWED to leave the camp.
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||Characters||Males: 5/5 | Females: 5/5*Leaders*
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Serene Cohan | Female | 21 Years
2) [size=14] Given to only well respected members, we will hold a vote to who deserves this role. Also, you keep your other rank. [/color][/size]
*General*(http://i60BannedImageSite/20uoopt.png)(http://i60BannedImageSite/o56edd.png)
Rivaille Ashton Nightray | Female | 18 Years *Assassins* (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJZACAxUcXU/Urvxr7DEuGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2cvFJ__-4Rc/s1600/Barun-Sobti-Photos.jpg)
Timothy Jon Hunter | Male | 25 Years
*Suppliers*(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/wallpapers/79436/ashley-greene-mobile-wallpaper.jpg)
Melody Primrose Henderson | Female | 20 Years [/color]
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Thomas Jediah Hayes | Male | 23 (http://i58BannedImageSite/264peo7.png)
Derrick Shaw | Male | 22 Years*Cooks**Trainees**Kids**Loners/Rogues*(http://www.empireonline.com/images/uploaded/Raffey-Cassidy.jpg)
Cassidy Montenegro | Female | 12 Years (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pr8pGivh1qmnl2d.gif)
Janet-Emma Spring | Female | 24 Years (http://media.tumblr.com/16d24e6fcb591825aff196d7d5e104c8/tumblr_inline_mrfhvtqHLe1qz4rgp.jpg)
Xavier Hawthorne | Male | 22 years
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Chance Mitchel | Male | 27 Years
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My character
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Serene Cohan
"I believe there is still good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."
Name:
Serene Cohan
Alias:
N/a
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Leader
Age:
21 Years
Personality:
*Strong
*Grounded
*Green thumb
*Adventurous
*Self conflicted
*Selfless
((Mine are just traits for now))
Appearance:
Stands at 5"6, short black hair, tends to wear combat boots, black BDU pants and black short sleeve T-shirt
Strength(s):
*Weapons
*Planning
*Organized
Weaknesses:
*Loosing people
*Men
*Death
*Carson
Crush:
Carson
Relationship Status:
Taken
Other:
Best to stay on her good side
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Rivaille
Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.
Name: Rivaille Ashton Nightray {Re-ev-ale}.
Alias: Riv.
Gender: Female/Woman.
Rank: General.
Age: Eighteen.
Personality: She seems to be somewhat shy and kind but she doesn't know how to react in certain situations. However, her desire to perform good acts partly stems from a desire to gain honor through them. This is probably caused by her troubled past. She also seems to cry quite easily but is still courageous.
Despite all that, she has major suicidal tendencies, wanting to die in a way in which she will be praised by.
Due to this, it may be difficult to see or define her true personality as all her good actions are done so she can die and be remembered as a good person.
Setting this aside, Rivaille tries to block out the negatives and focus on the positives, appearing as a happy-go-lucky girl most of the time.
She is very strict and not afraid of death, or anything, really. She loves to face things head-on and always favours a good word-fight as much as she does a real one.
Appearance: Rivaille has shoulder-blade length, messy platinum blonde hair and her eyes are dark hazel. Her cheeks are usually soft pink when not covered in dirt and mud, and her skin is strangely pale. She loves to wear anything tight, so she wears a brown leather jacket, white shirt and tight white pants with standard boots. The most common accessory is her pink scarf that is almost always tied around her neck.
The most weirdest and most macabre thing about her is her right metallic arm which she doesn't usually reveal, so she stays in long sleeves and white gloves to hide it. It moves alright, and she is able to move her fingers, so it basically serves as a tool rather than her hand.
Strength(s):
x swift
x quick on her feet
x close-combat highly trained
x not moved by insults
x quick reaction time
Weaknesses:
x weak
x sensitive
x movement limited due to arm
x cute guys
x animals
x easily persuaded
x would give her life for another's
Crush: None, subject to change.
Relationship Status: Single.
Other: None.[/color]
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Beautiful character, I'll add her under General. :)
If you don't mind I would like to wait for a few others before we start.
(Btw, sorry all the typos and lack of info. Hopefully I'll be able to fix all them, since I lack a laptop I had to do this all on my phone.))
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Thank you.<3 Can't wait. And it's alright, didn't notice any, really.
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Melody Henderson
"There is an element of beauty to everything. Just not everyone sees it."
Name:
Melody Primrose Henderson
Alias:
"Melly"
Gender:
Female.
Rank:
Supplier
Age:
20 years old.
Personality:
~ Intelligent
~ Laid-back, but not careless.
~ Humorous.
~ Strong-minded.
~ Flirtatious
~ Unpredictable
Appearance:
Melody is not a girl you could easily forget. She has long brown hair cascading down her back in loose waves, containing natural blonde highlights in the summer. Her eyes are green, framed by long dark lashes and thin, precise eyebrows. Her lips are a lovely shade of pink, hiding a row of perfect pearly white teeth. She is of average height, standing at roughly 5"5 and has a slim figure, making it easy for her to sneak around if needed. Her complexion is flawless with a very light tan, complimenting her dark hair nicely. Melody tends to wear dark skinny jeans and loose shirts or hoodies, whatever she is comfortable in.
Strength(s):
~ Hand-to-hand combat.
~ She has a charming way of words.
~ Stealth
~ Speed
~ Melody is a very talented swimmer.
Weaknesses:
~ She isn't very good at using a gun
~ Melody has a soft spot for the ones she loves.
~ She usually acts before she thinks.
~ She doesn't like to admit she needs help.
Crush:
None, at the moment.
Relationship Status:
Melody is currently single.
Other:
I will be adding bits and peices to this as the roleplay continues, so please check from time to time!!
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Stunning character, I'll add her under Supplier! :)
We will start after we get a few males in.
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Derrick Shaw[/ ont]
F.E.A.R has two meanings: 1) Forget Everything And Run 2) Face Everything And Rise
Name: Derrick Shaw (Dare-Rick Shaw)
Alias:
Der (-Dare-)
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Marksman
Age:
22
Personality:
Derrick is just a good ole boy with a tough exterior and an even tougher will to survive. He can be volatile and violent; can even seem heartless at times, but there are brief flashes when his humanity shows through the uncaring persona. He was starved of affection and attention as a child, and has grown into an adult that can offer neither himself, but has begun to accept the emotional connections he has made with the other survivors. Once a man that craved solitude, now Derrick accepts the idea of family and community.
Appearance:
Height [/u]: 5'8"
Body type [/u]: Derrick isn't the tallest or most muscular of the men, but he is sinewy and strong.
Skin tone [/u]: Peachy - when its not covered in dirt-
Eye color [/u]: Blue-green
Hair color [/u] and Typical style [/u]: It's dirty blonde but you can't tell because he doesn't really have time to shampoo anymore. Also, the hair is scruffy, he hasn't had time for a cut recently either.
Special Markings [/u]: He has scars all over from childhood wounds, others from fights as he was growing up, and more still since everything went to hell.
Typical style of clothing : Wife beaters, plaid shirts, jeans, shit-kickers. Nothin' fancy, y'all.
Strength(s):
? He is an experienced tracker and hunter.
?Derrick is mighty observant. ?He is fully capable of surviving on his own.
?He can kick your ass seven ways to Sunday or shoot an apple off your head with a crossbow from a mile away. In other words he is deadly accurate with a weapon and knows how to street fight like a bulldog.
Weaknesses:
? Women and children.
? A bottle of Jack.
? He's not real good at showin' his feelings or talkin' about them. Hell, he has a hard time feelin' things anyway...
Crush:
None at the current moment, but, some may develop
Relationship Status:
Single, currently isn't looking, although may change
Other:
Flaws:
?He is an emotionally scarred man that resorts to violence before diplomacy and sometimes lacks the ability to show mercy to others when it comes to his own safety.
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NORMAN REEDUS!!! <3
Accepted old pal! :)
You may start when you are ready!. :)
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Thomas Hayes"What's in the past is in the past. Just keep moving, rookie."Name:
Thomas Jediah HayesAlias:
"Tommy", "T.J", "Tom", "Hayes", "Trigger", "Ex-Marine"
+More given to him by other RaiderzGender:
MaleRank:
MarksmanAge:
23 YearsPersonality:
- Loyal
- Courageous
- Chivalrous
- Hot-headed
- Daredevil
- Inexpressive (sometimes)
- Sarcastic |
Appearance:
Standing at a height of 6' 1", Thomas is rather tall with a lean body shape and some body muscle. Thomas has a slight tan to his somewhat pale skin and silky light brown hair that is kept short. His eyes are a deep blueish-gray and almond shaped. His apparel is usually casual and consists of your typical t-shirts, tank tops, cargo pants, jeans, etc. He leans towards the comfortable clothing.Strength(s):
- Weapon Handeling
- Shooting/Target Accuracy
- Stealth & Movement
- Combat Skills
- Endurance |
Weaknesses:
- PTSD
- Trypanophobia
- Fear of Drowning
- Attractive Woman
- Children |
Crush:
None (Subject to change)Relationship
Status:
Single but conflicted since his girlfriend went missing (May change)Other:
Used to be a US Marine before the Government screwed up
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Accepted, welcome! I'll ad him under Marksman!
You all may start when ready! :)
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Cassidy Montenegro
"Why do people say 'No offense' right before they offend you?"
Name: Cassidy Montenegro
Alias: She mainly goes by Cassie
Gender: Female
Rank: She has been a loner ever since her mom died a year ago.
Age: 12 Years old, but she is about to turn 13 in a few days.
Personality:
?Brave
?Adventurous
?Stubborn
?Very curious
?Loves to Learn
?Clever
?Ambitious
?Thievish
Appearance: Cassidy stands at around 4'11'' and weighs about 108 pounds. She has thick dark brown hair that brightens in shade when she is in the sun for long periods of time. Her eyes are very light blue with a darker shade of blue on the outer rim and sea green surrounding her pupil. She has a small yet distinct scar on her right cheek from when she was traveling with her mother, she doesn't like to talk about it. She has light skin with freckles dotting her rosy cheeks and across her nose. You will often catch Cassie in a more casual outfit consisting of a pair jeans and just a t-shirt.
Strength(s):
?Stealthy
?Quick on her feet
?Fast learner
?Very smart
?High Stamina
Weaknesses:
?Scared of the dark
?Can't swim
?Afraid of strangers
?Low social skills
Crush: Not at the moment
Relationship Status: Single but she isn't to focused on boys right now.
Other: She often watches the people in the Raiderz camp and learns from watching their training.
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Welcome back to the Rp old friend :) I'll add Cassidy to the roster as soon as I get home from school in a few hours!
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Thank you ^^ Can't wait to start)
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Janet-Emma Spring
"Never knew being normal still applied for the apocalypse. Thanks for the notice."
Name:
Janet-Emma Spring
Alias:
"Orange Head," "Jane," "Jemma," "Jes" (Her initials all together)
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Loner
Age:
24
Personality:
-Ambitious
-Headstrong
-Proactive
-Taunting/Playful (for those that are strangers or against her)
-Lazy (only applies to when in the zones; it's basically a cover-up)
-Empathetic
-Untrustworthy/Sporadic
-Haggler
-Optimistic
-Accepting
-Realistic
Appearance:
It is no surprise that all that stands out for Miss. Spring is her obnoxiously dyed orange-red hair that layers over her shoulders and stops right before her armpit. It is usually picked up in a messy fashion or left loose as she isn't the type to keep clean in such hazardous times when cleanliness is only appreciated by the few or, the rich, which is the minority of the population. The roots of her hair reveal her natural hair color to be brunette but, as she is saving up money, she has been avoiding dying her hair as recent.
Now, the orange marvel stands at approximately 5'9" with freckles decorating all of her face and body and a quirky smile to come along with it. She can be often covered in dirt or bruises as she is accident-prone. Her face, however, is distinguishable from her green eyes that often border to that of gray but it's usually a combination.
Often decked in male attire, the large and oversized pants are often tightened by a makeshift belt that she had one of the children sew for her. Her shirts are plain old white and tied up behind her back with a knot to have some ventilation during the blazing heat. The loner can be often seen with bandannas tied about her arms.The different colored bandannas only act s a reminder for her as to what she has to do for the day (Ie: Purple for forging food.)
Strength(s):
-Independent and can survive by herself
-Intellect allows her to come up with plans but also give her time to access enemy's goods.
-Fast runner and can be used as bait for any mission.
-Can make for an easy distraction and knows how to get on someone's nerves
-Doesn't allow herself to get caught up in dreams
-Great with weapons for close range
-Easily lies and can be manipulative
Weaknesses:
-Hand-to-hand combat is one of her lacking need. (She is working on this and failing miserably)
-Can't be trusted due to her often lack of word or 'honor;' Possibly bad reputation w/ her name
-Shall do anything for the sake of the orphanage not by giving up but by doing any job (ie: murder)
Crush Interest:
Janet has been spotted at times watching several of the Raiderz entering and leaving camp with her eyes on someone but, this isn't a crush, rather, more of a fascination. "He's a pissed off lookin' guy and certainly on the low end of height!"
Relationship Status:
Single
Other:
*Is currently living in the Quarantined zone but her true identity as a trader/loner is unknown to her neighbors. Her current residence resides in an orphanage where she helps an elderly man by the name of Louis care for wondering kids that have lost their parents or have ran off to be protected from said parents.
*All actions she does is for the sake of the orphanage as she is considerably their caretaker and older sister.
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Welcome, interesting and beautiful character. Ill add her to the roster ^^ You may post when you are ready.
We will currently not be accepting anymore females. We will only be accepting males from here on out until we have reached 4. Feel free to create more than one character, as long as you can keep track of them.
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T H O M A S H A Y E S
"What's in the past is in the past. Just keep moving, rookie."
The warm summer air lingered around the two figures as they sat across from each other on a square silken blue blanket in a grassy field. A tree hung over them, providing enough shade from the sun's deadly rays in the afternoon light. The woman that sat before the man took his hand and entangled his fingers with her own. Her mouse brown strands of hair danced with the cooling breeze and her glimmering chestnut eyes held the warmth in her simile. "Write to me, okay?" She said to the man before her, tilting her head to the side while tightening her grip. The couple locked eyes for several moments before the man finally spoke, shifting himself closer to the woman. "Of course. I always do," he said chuckling to himself. His answer didn't seem to satisfy her as she pursed her lips at his response. "Promise me, Tom." Thomas smiled, brining their interlocked fingers to his own lips and planting a gentle kiss on her fingers. "I promise," he whispered softly, using his free hand to pull a stray leaf that had drifted into her hair. She leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder as the two watched a dog and it's owner happily play on the field in the horizon.
All was peaceful until the interaction between the dog and owner seemed a bit odd to Thomas. Was the dog- No, it couldn't be. The dog appeared to be attacking the owner, and not playing with the owner at all. It's jaws carrying a set of sharp pearly teeth snapped at the man while growls emitted within the dog's core. The lazy sun and grassy surroundings seemed to morph into a concrete jungle with tall standing buildings. Tom's brows scrunched together in confusion just when he was about to turn to the woman beside him to ask if he was just seeing things, he realized the warmth of her head on his shoulder had grown stale. She was no longer beside him. "Al?" Thomas wanted to call out, but he couldn't. Instead his words were choked on blood that poured out from his mouth and ran down his chin, crimson droplets staining his skin. The dog's terrifying howls were drown out by the screaming of people who ran in fear down the streets that were already heaving with countless others. No one seemed to notice him standing there, coughing up his own blood. He was suddenly rammed from his side and clumsily tumbled down to the asphalt below him. "Allison!" His throat dry with blood managed to let him croak out. Where is she! His brain flooded with a thousand outcomes to Allison's whereabouts when a familiar ring buzzed through his ears. Gunshots. A bunch of them. Shots seemed to be firing into the street at the hopeless people, as Thomas's body surged with pain. A fully armored figure with an automatic rifle was the first to take notice of him on the ground and eventually his whole crew joined in with him on approaching Thomas. Tom tried to move his arms to prepare to fight but his body seemed to be paralyzed. They aimed their weapons directly at him, the sun reflecting of the shinny black material. In unison the ear-splitting echo of the shots filled the chaos and a brutal pain like no other hit his body.
Thomas's stormy blue eyes immediately shot open as he bolted upright from the flat broken down mattress where he was resting. The room was dark mostly dark, but as soon as his eyes began to adjust he realized that morning light was filtering through the dusty window pane. Perspire beaded down his forehead and his bare chest was heavily glazed with sweat. His hair was a complete sticky mess from the sweat that drenched his pillow. The skin over his knuckles were red and slightly bleeding, the skin worn raw. Figuring it was just another outcome of his sleeping problems, he swung his legs over the the side of the mattress and leaned his head in his palms. The dog tags around his neck rattled with his movement. True, he was no longer apart of the US Marines Corps, but he still had a certain pride for wearing them. To show the others that not every soldier kisses the Government's boots. After the riots, the thought of serving his country in a military that no longer lives up to their motto sickened him. He was tired of pretending he agreed with what the President was doing and so he moved on to fighting for a better cause.
His body still ached with sleep deprivation, but his mind was still shaken from his dream. He had been having the same exact dream for about two weeks now. What was once a memory turned into a nightmare. What did a dream matter to him anyways. He was probably getting less than 5 hours of sleep every night anyways. Thomas picked up a half filled water bottle that lay beside his resting place and torn piece of cloth underneath it. Unscrewing the plastic cap, he poured out a small amount of water to dampen the cloth. The moist cloth soothed his skin as he began dabbing it around the places he was sweating. Not long after, Thomas shoved his feet into his boots and tightened the laces which took awhile because his hands were shaking from remembering his dream. He lazily put on a black t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants on that was tossed somewhere in the area around the mattress. Finally, he fastened a watch with leather straps around his wrist. His heart swelled as he remembered the watch had been a gift from Allison. It was the last thing she had given to him before he departed for service, and the last time he ever spoke to her before she went missing. Smoothing his hair, he exited the room he was resting in and went down to the living area.
Reclining on one of the rugged sofas in the living space, he picked at the scabs that started to form on his knuckles. At least he hand't done something insane this time. Like the previous night when he had woken up with a knife clenched in his hands that he had no idea where he had gotten it from. Preoccupied with his hands, he failed to notice Carson enter the building. "Serene calls for a supply run. You in?" The muscular blonde called out to Tom as he drew nearer. "Hell yeah. I got you covered," he said smirking at the Supplier. A supply run was exactly what we needed. It was something to keep his mind off of his troubles for awhile. "So, what am I risking my ass for?" Thomas rested his hands behind his head while putting his legs up on the equally rugged ottoman. "Medical supplies." Carson answered, entering the living room. "I need another Supplier for this one, though." Thomas slowly nodded, removing one one of his hands behind his head so he could read the time on his watch. "Well, it won't be long before everyone's up," he commented as he read the face of his watch. Mornings were different around here. Some were slow, some were rushed. But the time everyone woke up was usually the same. Lifting his gaze, he rubbed his eyes before reclining further back into the sofa.
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Melody Henderson
There is an element of beauty to everything. Just not everyone sees it.
The dim light of the morning seeped through the windows, providing just enough light to tempt Melody out of her doze. These days, no one ever slept deeply unless they wanted to be haunted by those nightmares fuelled by the hell they were living. Melody abruptly sat up, rubbing the remains of sleep from her eyes and blinking a few times to let her eyes adjust to the scarce light. She stole a quick glance to her watch, rolling her eyes as she realised it was only half six in the morning. She ran a hand though her hair before standing up, listening to the cracks that came from her tired legs. After a while of trying to tame her long hair and washing away some of the never-ending dirt from her fingernails, Melody slipped on a tight grey tank top, a pair of her usual black skinny jeans and shrugged on a black hoody. She fingered her necklace -one of the only things she had left from the old, peaceful world- as she stepped into her black hiking boots. The young woman took a second to gaze out of the dusty window pane, letting the soft colours sooth her active mind. She stood for a second, dwelling on the fact that this sunrise could be her last, before walking out of the room and into the living area.
Melody smiled in greeting towards the few people that were up, digging her hands deep into her pockets. She sighed as she looked outside through another of the windows. She needed a chance to get out of this place for a while, it was beginning to get on her nerves with the repetitive routine day in and day out. Her ears couldn't help but pick up the conversation between the two guys behind her. "I need another Supplier for this one, though." These words caused Melody to turn her head slightly more in interest towards their conversation. "Well, it won't be long before everyone's up," She recognised the voices to be Carson, one of her fellow Suppliers, and Thomas, a Marksman. She grinned and spun around, "No need to wait, I'm up for it." She announced, looking down at Thomas, the good-looking one, and then back towards Carson. "Well that's fine with me, Melly." The blonde replied, using Melody's common nickname. He turned his gaze down to Thomas, "Are you alright with that?" He asked. Melody bit her lower lip, this was the perfect opportunity to escape the confinements of the base, her sanity pretty much depended on it.
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Rivaille
Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.
Thick eyelashes fluttered at the slight flicker from the morning lights as they shone down on Rivaille's pale skin. Heaving herself up into a sitting position, the General rubbed the back of her head and moved her ruffled blonde hair away from her sore eyes. She raised her prostetic arm up, moving her fingers ever so slightly as the rusty metal clanked as her fingers folded. Finally clutching her hand into a fist, Riv did a few fake punches to stretch out her muscles. Sighing, the blonde reached for her stained white gloves and slipped them onto her hands. Getting up into a wobbly stand, Rivaille leaned against the wall and quietly stalked through the halls, fixing her bracelet in an awkward manner before she came to a sudden halt in-front of the suppliers. Blinking, Riv tiredly raised her hand in a greeting, too tired to say anything. Overhearing what the others planned on, she merely lowered a brow and passed them. "Do whatever you feel like you need to do." In the middle of her sentence, she did an abrupt stop again and turned her head towards Melody, Thomas and Carson. "Just don't die." Flicking her head back with a hair-flip, Rivaille continue to patrol the dark halls- the General's footsteps echoing before fading into silence.
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Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
Name:
Xavier Matthew Hawthorne
Alias:
He hasn't been given any.
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Loner/Rogue
Age:
22
Personality:
-Maybe a bit too brave
-Protective
-Brutally honest
-Observant
-Meticulous
-Stubborn
-Jumpy
-Sneaky
-"Floater"- Xavier doesn't always stick to one thing or side. He'll often float to whatever side he thinks he'll get further with.
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Appearance:
Xavier stands around 6'2" with a wiry frame. His dark brown, almost black hair is usually kept cut short, no more than an inch or so above his scalp. His eyes, like his hair, are dark brown, albeit nowhere near as dark. He is fairly pale, yet he tans very easily and somehow avoids becoming a two-legged lobster. He tends to stick to darker clothing because it helps him stick to shadows. His usual attire consists of dark jeans, a black t-shirt, black and white converse, and a dark grey hoodie. He also has a fairly long, noticeable scar running from his left wrist to the middle of his forearm.
Strength(s):
-Very quiet
-Ranged weaponry (guns, bows)
-Can often sniff out BS
-Fairly well at withstanding cold weather
-Fast runner
Weaknesses:
-Scopophobia (Fear of being stared at)
-Locks up and panics if too many people are talking to him at once
-Doesn't always think things through
-Not the best at hand-to-hand combat
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Crush:
He doesn't have one at the moment, but that's always subject to change.
Relationship Status:
Single. Very single.
Other:
Xavier's mind works in a bit of a twisted way- he sees a lot of things as a game, with winners and losers, and he'll do whatever it takes to be on the "winning" side.
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Accepted, welcome, you may post when you are ready.
I'll post as soon as I give everyone else a chance ^^
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My PC is currently in the shop so I won't be able to post, sorry x.x)
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J A N E T - E M M A S P R I N G
"Never knew being normal still applied for the apocalypse. Thanks for the notice."
"Sector 4 has been terminated due to an infestation," the old man that ran the orphanage muttered in an apologetic fashion, trying to reconcile the fallen victims of one of the earlier sectors formed for the Quarantined zones. Louis quietly glanced upon an old picture frame and frowned; it was of him and his late wife, Martha, when they were in the prime of the 50s. Even before the breakout, even before the orphanage, even before he knew this bitter departure and loneliness on this planet. till, those distant brown eyes seemed to have sparked a kindred light as his sights fell upon the tall, freckled assistant that he had known to be his 'niece.' And said niece had been twirling about a pocket knife between her knuckles, large green eyes glossy and full of interest to the contraption about it as she immediately, ran her thumb against the blade, ignorant as to the drastic and unfortunate news that he had summoned from the depths of his mind to actually confess to her. "Janet!" A frustrated whisper escaped from him as he walked over, his cane tapped in a carped fashion against the creaking wooden floor paneling as the young woman's eyes dilated and turned to the approaching figure.
Seated on top of a cargo box, Janet's legs dangled a bit above the ground. Innocently, she she held up the pocket knife with her thumb slowly retracting from the blade as the old man gruffed and shook his head, "Have you not heard a thing I've said?" "Louis, I have," said Janet with her eyes losing their sudden naive interest in the object and gazed onto the ground and quietly gave herself time to think and how to respond to him. "..But, what the hell can we do besides sit around?" That smart aleck comment came suddenly as the old man's brows furrowed together, almost ready to hit the girl on the head for her insolence as she was dubbed the lazy queen of the orphanage. "We can pray and hold our heads high or better yet, do something, unlike you," the man dismissed Janet immediately and slowly began to walk towards his desk and shake his head. Janet could only momentarily pause at that moment, able to read how much that angered her but it was true for the most part. Feeding, clothing, and nurturing children was one thing but saving countless other lives and preventing it from happening was another. Several others in the community openly mocked the group to have been too optimistic or too hopeful on the matter as the children took away from the food and vacant rooms that other families could've been using as housing was a rarity in and of itself. Well, one with working plumbing (for the most part).
"Janet, the children..." Louis couldn't appear to have finished his sentence, a hole caught in his throat. Even Janet didn't need to see his face to realize his eyes were growing misty, nearly on the verge of tears. She could only hopped down from the cargo box, dusting off her pants, and calmly walk over. A firm hand gripped onto the silent weeing man's shoulder as she withdrew a clean rag and held it out to him. "Are safe here and nothing will touch them," she stated with such subtle confidence and reassurance that he immediately looked at her in suspicion but dried his eyes and thanked her. "I just wished I knew how, Jane; I just wish I knew it was possible," Louis then shook off the fear as he discarded the rag back into the palm of her open hand and sat back at his desk, opening a large book for financing cost of the orphanage. "I need to busy myself, Janet. I apologize -- Just keep yourself busy and out of sleeping throughout the morning, you hear me?"
"Clearer than molasses," a crooked smile came onto her face as despite Louis having not seen it, the oxymoron itself suggested all the worse. "I mean it , Janet-Emma Spring!"His shout bellowed in a quick succession from depression to annoyance. All that could've been heard as Janet eagerly walking away and leaving this fantasy of being the lazy keeper for misfortune and lost boys and girls.
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Sorry I haven't posted yet, I just got home from Florida and haven't been able to get to my laptop. I'll post later tonight though.
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Cassidy Montenegro
"Why do people say 'No offense' right before they offend you?"
The young girl walked down the old cracked road that led towards the Raiderz's camp, it was around this time she would sit on the hill the the east and peer over their walls. She slung the youth compound bow over her shoulder which she was able to take from one of the trainees who had foolishly left it unattended next to an old tree. The morning sun cast her shadow down in front of her and onto an old building that sat just below the large grassy hill. She brushed her thick hair back and out of her face so she could get a better view of the camp. Her icy blue eyes watched as more and more people woke up and began their morning routines, some cleaning while some were cooking and others were getting ready to go on a supply run.
Cassie plopped down onto her butt with her bow at her side and watched the survivors while she chewed on some dry crackers. This was her everyday morning routine; Come to this hill for an hour or so and observe the people that lived within, sometimes learning new combat techniques. Cassie watched a small group of children running and playing some sort of game. She watched them with curiosity, she had never played with other kids before and had no idea what they were doing. It looked like everyone was running from one of the children who looked like was trying to grab someone. It was odd indeed. She shrugged as she put another cracker in her mouth and turned her attention to someone else. Cassie was soon turned to picking dry grass out of the old soil when nothing else seemed interesting to the young girl. With a small yawn she got to her feet and brushed off her old torn blue jeans and her brown flannel top before grabbing her bow and slinging it over her left shoulder. She clumsily made her way down the steep hill, she had tripped and rolled down many times but had never gotten a serious injury. Her attention was soon taken by a crow that flew into the air with a loud caw, causing her to lose her balance and tumble down the hill. She tumbled head over heels for about twenty seconds until she came to a steady stop at the bottom of the hill. Only then did she feel the agonizing pain coming from her left ankle. She sat up and pulled up her pant leg and saw her ankle was already swelling and turning red "Owie." she cried as she rocked back and forth. Tears left her tear ducts and rolled down her dirt covered face, her small cries soon making other birds take to the sky to get away. She laid on her back and continued to cry, she didn't know what else to do, she didn't have a mother to come care for her.
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Derrick Shaw
"F.E.A.R has two meanings: Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise.
The choice is yours."
Derrick walked out into the courtyard where everyone seemed to be hanging out, the sun was in the sky and the morning light warmed is peach tone skin. "Why's everyone up so early?" He questioned to no one in particular. "No reason." A familiar voice barked, it was Will, Derrick's brother. "The hell they going?" Derrick snapped, gesturing towards Carson and them. "Supply run. Why? Worried lil brother?" Will taunted. Derrick narrowed his eyes in Will's direction before speaking, "Hell no." he snapped. A few moments passed before neither of the brothers exchanged words, "I'm a gonna go take a piss." Will broke the silence as he walked pass Derrick and back into the building. Derrick rolled his eyes, "Pfft."
Derrick rested down by a small tree that stood next to the walls that surrounded the camp. He rested his eyes and enjoyed the warm air on his skin, that was, until he heard faint screams coming from the side of the building. "Stop! Get your hands off her!" A females voice pleaded. Curiously Derrick rose from his current position, following the sound of arguments. That was when the twenty-two year old witnessed the three females, Beth, Emily, and Sasha arguing with Tyson. Derrick didn't take action until the verbal fight became physical when Ty decided to collide the back of his hand with Beth's face, who use also his wife.
Derrick ran over to the four, tackling Ty to the harsh ground, the marksman held the wife beater down, and repeatedly punch the bastard in the face. "Stop! No!" Beth cried out as she was held back by Emily. Ignoring her, Derrick hit Ty two more times, his fist now bloody.
"You put your hands in you wife or your daughter one more time, I will not stop." Derrick squeezed the man's cheeks and raised his head, there faces inches apart. "I'll beat you to death Ty." He threatened before punching him on last time.
Derrick had no knowledge of the crowd of people that gathered around them as he stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his wrist, and sweat dripping down from his forehead. He disgusting watched as Beth kneeled down beside the beaten disgrace and cried, The fuck? He beats you and you cry when he gets his ass handed to him? He thought. Before anyone could step in and say something to Derrick, he nodded to the others and stormed off, avoiding everyone he could.
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O.M.G I am SO sorry for this HORRIBLE post!! I have such terrifying writers block for the past week... *Repeatedly hits head against a concrete wall...*
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Welcome, I'll add Tim to he roster ^^ Feel free to post when you are ready.
My post will be up either tonight or tomorrow..
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Bump~Just makeing sure it does not go too far down :)
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Rivaille
Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.
After patrolling the halls and waking up everybody, Rivaille leaned against the wall, running her prostetic hand through her ruffled hair. Raising her head up, the General gingerly stormed over to one of the few windows that dotted the camp walls, leaning forward just in time to see Derrick stomp off away from view. Rivaille bit her lip and pushed herself away from the window, turning around on her heels just when she heard a sob in the distance. Torn between what she should do, Riv ordered a passing assassin to follow Derrick while she went into the direction of the crying.
Passing the fence, the blonde was crouched behind a large tree that shielded her from sight. A girl was laying right in-front of her, around the age of twelve. Ready to take action, she was interrupted by Tim who came jumping over the same fence and running over to the girl. "What's the meaning of this?" Rivaille growled, taking a step into the clearing behind Tim and the young girl. She didn't look pleased, but not exactly pissed of either.
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T H O M A S H A Y E S
"What's in the past is in the past. Just keep moving, rookie."
He was taken by surprise as a fellow Raider had spoken up from behind Carson. He hadn't even noticed the brunette enter the living room during his conversation with the tall blonde. Melody was her name- or Melly as she was often called. His eyebrows in surprise at Melody's sudden interest to volunteer as the supplier for the supply run that the other two males were preparing for. "Well, there you go," he said to Carson once she had finished speaking. As response, the muscular man standing in the middle of the group asked if Thomas was alright with Melody accompanying them. "I'm down with it," Thomas said rising to his feet and swiping all the lint that had landed on his clothes from the sofa. Rivaille, the general, soon passed through the living area and gave her own approval of the mission. His blue eyes watched her disappear out of view, then he turned his head to look back and forth between the two suppliers before he strode over to a broken coat rack by the front of the building. "Getting the guns, meet you out in the courtyard," he called over his shoulder as he pulled down a worn leather jacket from the rack. It was still February, and the weather was slightly unpredictable. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in snow or even a rain storm with only a t-shirt on. Adjusting the jacket over his black t-shirt with faded wording, he quickly exited the main building and stepped out into the courtyard.
A figure nearly blindly ran into Thomas as he stepped away from the main building. "Woah, watch it brother," he warned to the figure that he identified as Derrick, another marksman who was already storming away. Wondering what had pissed the male off, he crossed the courtyard over to the shabby building in the back. The Armory had several layers of rusted metal sheetings over its roof, as leaks had been reported from time to time and reinforcing the roof was needed. Taking a swift glance to make sure no one was around, he entered the PIN code to the large steel door and let himself inside. Very few of the Raiderz had clearance to enter the Armory, but overtime he had earned it. Especially since he was a marksman and having access to weapons was vital.
It was dark inside, as the building had no windows to let the sunlight in. He felt around for the battery operated lantern that the Raiderz had dangling from the celling. Thomas's hands felt the familiar plastic knob, which he turned and the whole room was instantly illuminated. Lines of guns, knives, and other sorts of weapons were stacked row upon row. He grabbed a Glock 17 pistol from one of the piles and inserted it in the leather holster around his waist next to the combat knife he usually always kept in it. From the pile of assault riffles he chose the M16a4 with a scope, which happened to be one of his own guns that he brought when he joined up with the Raiderz. Attaching a strap to the gun Thomas slung it over his shoulder and picked up a bunch of ammo magazines that were scattered around the concrete floor, stuffing them into his pockets. Thomas turned off the lantern and pushed open the heavy door back out into the courtyard. He found himself a vacant picnic table were he sat down to wait for the rest of his group.
(Hope its alright that I gave him clearance to the Armory ^^)
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Cassidy Montenegro
"Why do people say 'No offense' right before they offend you?"
Cassidy stopped making any noise and froze when a dark haired man and a blonde woman approached her. She gulped then slowly used her hands to slide her body away from them, her blue eyes never looking away from them. Her mother's warning rung in her ears like she was right next to her and telling her 'Don't trust anyone.' Cassidy quickly wiped the tear streaks off of her cheeks, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came. Fear swelled up inside of her and soon it began to overflow until her hands were shaking and her mouth went dry. Her chest was tight and her stomach was twisting in ways it wasn't supposed to, she was scared. She tried to hold in the tears but one fell then another, but she didn't make a sound. Cassie wasn't sure what she should do, she didn't think she could run away since her ankle was injured and she wouldn't be fast enough to crawl away. She tried to swallow her fear but failed, she looked up at them "Hi.."
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"I believe there is still good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."
Serene reentered the camp, not long she hears the sound of a fight breaking out. "What the hell?" She muttered before jogging to the scene. Turning the corner she witnessed one of the groups Marksmen, Derrick Shaw, covering over and beating Tyson, but before Serene could step in the fight was over. Serene pushed pass the crowd of people and rushed after Derrick, who was storming off, his fist bloody. "What the hell was that, Derrick!?" She questioned, grasping Derrick's shoulder and swinging him around, her voice was flooded with anger. "You nearly beat him to death!" She explained. Before she could yell at him more, Derrick stormed off.
What am I going to do with him She wondered as she walked back to where the fight had took place. Ty was still laying on the ground, his wife, Beth was on her knees, weeping. Serene walked past the crowd and kneeled down on the other side of the man. "We'll have Grace look at him. Grace was an elderly women, she is one of the finest nurses in camp. "What about him" Beth spat. "Derrick, there's nothing to worry about with him. I'll handle it." "Good." Beth barked before standing up, wiping away her tears. He's dangerous... The older woman explained. Serene stayed silent, tending to Ty.
Soon Grace arrived on scene, nodding, she bent down "I got it from here." She said, giving Serene the approval that she could be dismissed. "Okay, keep me updated." She walked off without getting a response. Reaching the front of the courtyard, Serene noticed the few that were fixing to head out in the supply run. "Be safe out there. And watch out for patrols. She pleaded. Walking over to Thomas -or tom we often call him - She handed him a small walkie, "If you get into trouble, I'll be on channel 2." She handed over the walkie, before walking over to Carson and looking into his eyes she whispered, "Be safe..." Serene's heart sank when Carson smiled down at her - When it comes to the man she loves, Serene is vulnerable- "Always." They held each other's gaze for a few more moments before it has time for them to depart.
((You're welcome, and thank you for bumping the thread. And of course you can give him clearance ^^))
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Chance Mitchel
"Don't die for nothing."
Name: Chance Mitchel
Alias: Chance
Gender: Male
Rank: Rogue
Age: 27
Personality: Chance is known to be aggressive. He doesn't trust anybody and likely never will. He fights for what he believes in and plans to get revenge for his sisters death. He's hard-headed and bitter at times. He'll help if he knows you wouldn't have a chance without help. But as soon as he knows your good, he'll be gone.
Appearance: Chance has light briwn hair. His skin is a medium tone and he has hazel eyes. He's well built, and weighs around 180-200 and is also 6'3. {Not the best description. I can add more if needed.}
Strength(s): He is strong and thinks fast.
Weaknesses: He often has flash backs and it slows him down at times.
Crush: None {Subject to change}
Relationship Status: Single {Subject to change}
Other: Nothing
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Accepted, welcome to the rp ^^ I'll add Chance under Rogues. Feel free to start when you are ready :)
Applications are now closed
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Chance Mitchel
"Don't die for nothing."
Chance sat in a long since abandoned building. In his hand was a knife that he was fiddling with between his fingers. He let out a sigh and slid the knife into his belt, getting up to his feet and wiping his hands on his worn jeans. He made his way out of the door, or atleast where a door should of been. It was now hanging off the hinges on the btink of falling completely. Chance headed down the street, staying somewhat hidden as he did so. The Raiderz and the Military were problems for him. Raiderz not so much really, mainly the military. Chance walked into what was a clothing store. He had often found weapons under the counter for some odd reason. He stepped over and looked under the counter. "Yes.." He said to himself, pulling from under it a can of pepper spray. Not the best he had to admit but atleast it was something. He was carrying a small pouch and stuffed it in there, before leaving the building. He didn't stay in places long for fear of being caught by others.
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Derrick Shaw
"F.E.A.R has two meanings: Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise.
The choice is yours."
Derrick stormed out of the crowd as they gathered, blood dripped from his bare knuckles. Before reaching the front of the camp when suddenly he was whipped around by Serene, "What the hell was that, Derrick?" She pleaded, "He pissed me off." He answered, surprisingly calmly. "You nearly beat him to death!" Serene argued, "He's lucky I didn't beat his ass to death! He held his case. Before Serene could argue more, Derrick stormed off. "This groups broken!" He spat without turning around.
"Whoa. Watch it brother." A familiar voice of Thomas, a fellow Marksman warn him as he scurried off. Without saying anything in response, Derrick continued to walk in silence.
"Hey lil brother." Will called from behind him. "The hell you want?" Derrick snarled, he wasn't in the mood to answer anymore questions nor be bothered with. "Saw what you did to Ty's face." He snickered. "Yeah, and? Before Will count taunt Derrick any longer, he turned the corner to the side of the building and sat against an old dumpster that reeked of rotten food. The male closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sweat ran down the side of his face. His hand was throbbing and creased with dried blood. He didn't mean to beat him as bad as he had, once he started he couldn't stop.
The cold winter's night wind whistled through the air as Derrick sat on his bed, the sound of his mother's cries on the other side of the thin walls. Derrick stood up from his bed and walked out into the hall, there he found his mother cupping the side of her face and his father with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. His brother Will was in juvie for the third time that past year. "Mommy...?" Derrick whimpered, his father's eyes glared at the seven year old his father walked over to the boy and lifted his hand...
Derrick jumped out of his light sleep, his hands race to his crossbow that lay beside him out of reflex. "Well that's enough of that..." He smirked before standing up, brushing off his pants and walking to the front of the camp.
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J A N E T - E M M A S P R I N G
"Never knew being normal still applied for the apocalypse. Thanks for the notice."
Fiddling about with the pocket knife, the young woman had run off from the orphanage in ragged clothing that was often oriented for the male survivors of her time. She dusted off her free hand onto her pants, bitterly muttering at how the linked fence was often drenched in the dried blood of others but she was thankful that none were from her kids at the orphanage. "Let's see what we can go for..." Licking her cracked lips, Janet cupped a hand over her forehead and scanned the area as it was blistering hot and the glare from the sun didn't provide anything but light yet also served as a nuisance for her. Certainly, there were options opened for her to explore such as the camps scattered about the place either belonging to the government or rogues that came together. There was one in particular she had in mind for: Raiderz.
The fastened bandannas at her pants reminded her for the jobs needed for today: delivery and scavenging. Think of Miss. Spring as often the errand girl for those in the business of the black market. If someone needed to do a transaction and weren't able to go, she was their girl. Needed help trying to kill someone? Hello, my name is Janet-Emma Spring and I'm here for the job. A sort of quirky smile came onto her face as she resumed roaming the land and held onto her satchel that had a small box in it.
Located now near a top of several boulders, she remained to be knelt down and crawling as her eyes were upon the camp of the Raiderz. "Cool," a small whisper escaped from her lips. She quietly slid down and hid behind the boulder where a cool shadow was being casted. Janet calmly peered from behind the rock, crawling upon her knees, and spotted a familiar grumpy fellow walking towards the front. Brows shot up in joy at the sight of it. What was this grump going to today? It wasn't the first time she had observed someone, well, she had seen countless others throughout her years walking abut the near territory of the Raiderz and this one just happened to catch her eye. Well, he would seem fun to mess with.
Retracting from the open, she picked pu her hair with a rubber hand and wrinkled her nose, trying to keep herself calm to continue observation. And yet again, green eyes widened enthusiastically to see members of the group going about to scavenge or guard the area.
NOTE:
If anyone wants to be the recipient o the delivery Janet has, do PM me. We can work out something. c:
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Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
The only thing that woke Xavier that morning was a dusty ray of sunlight streaming through the shattered window of the shell of the house that he just happened to be staying in the previous night. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head until he heard a soft pop! in his shoulders. Even as he stretched now, he grimaced; he'd only just made it here last night, barely avoiding one of those patrols. He'd come close quite a few times now, and he was positive that he should have been killed a long time ago. However, by some miracle, he'd slipped in here quietly and without any trouble, and now, here he was, waking up in the morning in one piece.
Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, Xavier pushed himself off the torn carpet that had actually proved to be a decent bed for the night. Once standing, he bent over, allowing his back to stretch. As he stood back up, a glimmer out of the corner of his eye made him freeze. A military officer stood not more than fifteen feet away, gun in hand. The officer scanned the area, occasionally peering down the sight. After a few minutes, it locked on to a target. Xavier pressed his lips into a tight line as the telltale crack of a gun rang out. A faint chuckle rose from the officer as it continued on its path, leaving behind the corpse of the loner it had just gunned down.
Once Xavier knew the officer was well out of sight, he darted forward. Keeping low to the ground, he made his way over to the body, grimacing at the grotesque view. The loner lay with her eyes open, staring blankly at the sky. A gunshot wound to the side of her head oozed blood onto the ground, giving her some sort of obscene, crimson halo. He bent down, holding his breath against the copper smell. He scoured her meager supplies, finding a few bandages, a packet of beef jerky, and a water bottle. Once he had grabbed them, he returned to cover, tossing the supplies into his own pack.
"Rest easy, you rat," he mumbled to the corpse as he headed out, glancing in the direction of the fallen rogue.
((Sorry x.x Internet's been spotty. Very spotty.))
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Chance Mitchel
"Don't die for nothing."
Chance flinched upon hearing a loud bang only a couple blocks away. He knew it must have been the military gunning down one of the survivors. He quietly madehis way there only to see a guy searching the downed female. He took cover in the run down building beside the corps as the guy left then he stared down at the girl. She couldn't of been more than 16 by the looks of it. He shrugged it off. This wasn't thebfirst time he's seen a dead person. He merely walked the opposite direction of the guy and made his way across the street to a general store that looked like a bomb went off inside. It really could of happened, he wouldn't have been suprised. As he entered the first place he went was one isle with where there used to be drinks. He smiled upon finding a bottle of water on the floor. He slid it into his own bag and headed out of the store again. He slid down an alley way and then into another run down building, a house you would think. He scoured the house to be sure nobody else was hiding in there before he settled a bit. He walked all night and most of the day yesterday. He just wanted an hour or so to sit and relax.
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[[BUMP]]
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Xavier Hawthorne
"Go ahead. Keep telling yourself it'll get better. I can guarantee that those hopes will be torn down immediately."
Xavier continued along a dusty path, his backpack adding only the slightest amount of weight. After walking for a bit, he stopped, putting his hand to his head in an attempt to block the sun. If he kept on like this, especially in this heat, he'd end up passing out, or worse. He plopped down beneath a tree, its leaves trembling in the light breeze, and unzipped his bag, pulling out the water bottle he'd lifted from the fallen rogue. She had actually looked fairly familiar, like he'd interacted with her before... He glanced at the bottle, grimacing at the distinct red tint of the blood that still stained the plastic.
He sighed, wiping it on his pants, which only smeared it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he held the bottle to his lips, cautiously and carefully taking a sip. Surprisingly, not that bad. He took another sip before screwing the cap back on and freezing, his eyes latched onto a man that walked out of what looked like a compound, a crossbow in his hands. Xavier sat as still as he could, his hands clenched into fists. If the man so much as glanced his way, he would bolt. As long as he stayed still, though, he might have a chance. As he sat there, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a woman who appeared to be a little older than he. What stuck out the most had to definitely be her stark, orange-red hair. 'It fits her, he thought, slowly getting up and backing away. If the man was distracted by the woman, he may just have a chance to get out of there in one piece.
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(( Re-cap plz?))
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I'm not sure if many of you are aware of the reason Serene has been inactive.. Her sister posted earlier that she has been in a severe car accident and has been hospitalized. Her sister informed that she should be home sometime next week. I just posted it here so many of you who were not aware will know of her condition.
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I heard. ;-; Breaks my heart. I just hope she recovers good.))
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Oh my gosh! I hope she is alright!))
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I think we should put this RP on hold until she is capable of returning. Anybody else agree?))
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I agree Fire, we should put this on hold until Serene's return.
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Agreed.
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I'm perfectly fine with pausing it. I hope she has a speedy recovery ;-;
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OOC: I'm happy with what ever :)
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Then, we shall hold. x3 We should just be sure to bump this thread so it stays active in a way.))
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I'm sorry to hear about that. I hope she gets better soon!))
Edit: Sorry about posting on this thread. I accidentally mistook it for another one.))
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Tis' fine Siege. ;3))