12:54pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 1:28pm Mar 4 2016)
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Its been 7 years since a devastating virus swept through Earth. Only a few people due to a certain mutation in their DNA were spared from being turned into "zombies." These lone survivors are the only hope humanity has. But the zombies are getting smarter...and they are not the only threat... Rules:
1. You may only have up to 2 characters at a time 2. Do not kill other people's characters. 3. Follow all site rules.
~Looking for Albino Vogar~
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12:54pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 12:05pm Mar 7 2016)
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People:Thorn/Vera13 Cosmic/Cosmicgoddess Laika Bowland/then00breturns
Clans: Omega Leader: Thorn Second-In-Command: Healer(s): Cosmic Guard: Hunter: Laika Bowland
~Looking for Albino Vogar~
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12:55pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 2:13pm Mar 4 2016)
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Forms:
Gender: Orientation: Desciption:(at least 2 sentences or a picture) Personality:(at least 2 sentences) Crush: Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Weapon(s): Clan:(leave this blank if not joining one) Other:
Clan Creation Form: Clan Name: Leader: Positions:(look below for examples, basically what positions will the clan have) Open or Private:(need to be confirmed by clan leader or automatic?)
Clan Joining Form: ((You must ask the owner, and if they okay it I will update the list.)) Name of Character: Name of Clan: Position?:
Character Form Example: Name: Thorn(real name is Akantheus Leucious Fonus but no one knows) Age: 25 Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Deion: Blonde hair with green eyes. He's rather lean and tall at 6'2. He's usually dressed in a gray shirt with a black coat and jeans. Personality: He doesn't like people getting close to him, and sometimes this makes him come off as self-centered and rude. But if you are someone he calls a friend, he will be loyal to the death. Crush: Open Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open Weapon(s): A Cat Claw Knife(Also called a karambit), and a rifle. Clan: Other:
Clan Creation Form: Clan Name: Omega Leader: Thorn Positions:
Leader Second-In-Command Healer(s) Guard Hunter Open or Private: Open
Clan Joining Form: Name of Character: Thorn Name of Clan: Omega Position?: Leader
~Looking for Albino Vogar~
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12:55pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 1:29pm Mar 4 2016)
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Crushes Database:
Couples Database:
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12:55pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 2:01pm Mar 4 2016)
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Discovered Zombie Species:((There will be a poll every month for a new mutated zombie.))
((Type:the type of zombie. There are a few groups and several sub-groups Speed: The zombie's speed Strength: The zombie's strength. Intelligence: The intelligence Damage Counter: How much damage they can take Suspicion Rate: How easily they'll most likely find you Vulnerability Points: Easier death Speciality: The zombie's speciality.))
Normal Zombie Type: Normal Speed: Lower than normal 4 Strength: Normal 5 Intelligence: Very Low 2 Damage Counter: Higher than normal 6 Suspicion Rate: High 7 Vulnerability Point(s): Head & Spine Speciality: They are not very strong, but will swarm you if you're not careful
~Looking for Albino Vogar~
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1:21pm Mar 4 2016 (last edited on 1:24pm Mar 4 2016)
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Character Form Name: Thorn(real name is Akantheus Leucious Fonus but no one knows) Age: 25 Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Desciption: Blonde hair with green eyes. He's rather lean and tall at 6'2. He's usually dressed in a gray shirt with a black coat and jeans. Personality: He doesn't like people getting close to him, and sometimes this makes him come off as self-centered and rude. But if you are someone he calls a friend, he will be loyal to the death. Crush: Open Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open Weapon(s): A Cat Claw Knife(Also called a karambit), and a rifle. Clan: Other:
Clan Creation Form: Clan Name: Omega Leader: Thorn Positions:
Leader Second-In-Command Healer(s) Guard Hunter
~Looking for Albino Vogar~
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3:36pm Mar 5 2016 (last edited on 4:48pm Apr 5 2016)
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Name: Laika Bowland Age: 18 Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Desciption: Laika is quite short, standing at a little under five feet tall. She has hazel eyes and messy, short blond hair. Her figure is fairly average, but because of the shortage of food she's at least a little underweight. Personality: She is a tough shell to crack. After losing her family and friends to the apocalypse, Laika has built up a wall to avoid being hurt again. This results in her having a short temper and being easily aggravated, especially if you tease her about her height. DO NOT TEASE HER ABOUT HER HEIGHT. Though she seems like a grumpy stick-in-the-mud, she is ready to fight to the death to protect others, even strangers, and she would never bring herself to kill another person. Crush: Open Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open Weapon(s): Axe, knife, and a sling. Clan: Omega, hunter Other: Surprisingly fast climber and runner
I really live up to my username\r\n
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11:58am Mar 7 2016
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Character Form:
Name: Cosmic Age: 17 Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Desciption: Cosmic has a family gene that causes white hair to appear at a young age. Her hair is a snowy white and she has blue eyes like sapphires. She's tall and elegant looking, but realy quite a klutz. Personality: Kind and sweet. Likes to help out a lot. Very naive. Crush: None(open!) Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None(Open!) Weapon(s): Knife and pistol Clan: Omega(Healer) Other: Likes to wander off by herself to look for herbs a lot.
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10:09am Mar 11 2016 (last edited on 10:10am Mar 11 2016)
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Name: Wren Ebaneus Age: 23 years old Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Race: Caucasian, with French, English, and Finnish Background Appearance: Wren stands at about 5'11' (about 180 cm), with long legs and a smaller torso. Her build is thin and lithe, though she is very fit and has lean muscles on her arms, legs, chest, and back. Wren weighs about 145 pounds. Her hair is light brown with some blonde highlights. The highlights are natural (mostly from the sun) and her hair reaches just past her shoulder blades in slight waves when it is let down. Usually, it is plaited down her back in a braid of sorts, whether it be French, Dutch, or the like. Wren has a diamond shaped face, with big, greenish hazel eyes (flecked with brown and gold), a petite button nose, and lips that are small but always pink and usually chapped. She has fair skin that tans to an olive color, and a splattering of faint freckles all over her face- mostly concentrated around her nose and cheekbones. Her collarbones are prominent, but her chest is not. Her waist is slim, like the rest of her, and her hips jut out about an inch after that. The rest of her body is the same, slim and fit, with freckles scattered sparsely everywhere. Style of Clothing: Wren prefers comfort over style when it comes to clothes. She can usually be found in some leggings, hiking boots, and a warm sweatshirt. She always carries around a black backpack, which holds her food, clothes, and other neccessities. Personality: "Race you to the end of this meadow!... What do you mean 'there's a river"? Just jump over it, silly!" "Why of course you can borrow my coat, mister. You'll give it back, I'm sure." Wren is adventurous and daring- sometimes too daring. She tends to get ahead of herself. She hates to be left out, and loves getting into whatever her task is. She is very quiet, despite her fetish for exploring. She is trusting of everyone she meets, to a bad point, and will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones. Wren cannot stand to sit still, so if she is idle for more than a few minutes, she will get snippy and probably punch something. Strengths: "No, Fira, we cannot swim across that river. We are crossing that log, and that is final. Do you hear me, missy?" Wren is warm, humorous, and logical. She is adventurous and straightforward. Wren loves most people and makes friends with them easily. She is stubborn. She can best be described as one of those people who make their own recipes instead of following the one in the cookbook. Weaknesses: "Jeez, Fira. I'm only ten feet from the top of this oak. Dinner can wait, m'kay?" "You went to the beach- without me? I thought you loved me!" Wren is reckless, impatient, and sometimes a little pushy. Wren is stubborn. She dislikes it when she gets left out, and cannot stand people who slack their way through life. Wren cannot swim very well. Crush: Open Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open Weapons: Wren sports a pistol on her right hip and multiple daggers and knives hidden in various places; one in each boot, two strapped to her right thigh, one of her left bicep, amd various ones stacked in her backpack. Clan: Wren has always preferred to work alone, and because of this is not part of a Clan. However, she does steal food or clothes occasionally from them, if she can. Other: If we end up needing more male characters, I can attempt to make one. Hope this form is okay.
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11:10am Mar 11 2016
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Accepted Locky :3 We can start now!
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2:10pm Mar 11 2016
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((i guess i'll make the first post!))
Laika peers down from her perch in a tree, not seeing any zombies. What she does see, however, is the small encampment of the Omega clan. There are only three survivors including her that are in it, but with greater numbers would come greater strength. Climbing down, she heads toward an abandoned suburb to search for food and supplies. Her axe is held tightly in hand as she traverses the field.
I really live up to my username\r\n
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2:59pm Mar 11 2016 (last edited on 2:56pm Mar 28 2016)
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Wren quickly and quietly darted into the alleyway, risking a glance behind her before squeezing herself behind an overturned dumpster. The suburbs had some really good places to hide, but it was crawling with zombies- and other things. Speaking of which, something was rotting in the dumpster, but at this moment she didn't dare address the squelching noise as her hand landed on a lump. The slow, shuffling steps approached the alley, and Wren held her breath as they got nearer.
Shuffle-step. Shuffle-step.
There was a grumbling noise, then the steps halted. Wren almost groaned as they stopped, but held it in. What she didn't, couldn't, hold in, was the silent tear that rolled down her cheek, cleaning a vertical stripe into the grime that she was caked in. Wren silently reached her hand to her hip, and withdrew her pistol. It was loaded, like always. The safety was off, like always- but it wasn't cocked. It she were to fire it, she would need to pull the hammer back, which she knew would make a clicking noise as it settled into place. And she couldn't do that. It would-
Wren listened as the zombie turned with a crunch, and began walking away. She didn't dare look until the steps had faded. The girl peeked out, her braid shifting over a little bit as she did. No zombie. Breathing a sigh of relief, Wren holstered her gun and emerged from the dumpster, hoping that the pile of fur her hand had been resting on wasn't a dead rat. Wren glanced up, then climbed up onto the side of the dumpster. She reached her hands out experimentally, smiling as her fingertips easily brushed the stone ledge of the second-story window. Readjusting her backpack straps, Wren tested the ledge with her weight, then braced her feet against the brick wall. Slowly, she began pulling herself up the side of the building.
A minute or two passed, and she had only made a little progress. Wren dropped back down to the dumpster with a thunk. From the other opening of the alley, Wren just barely heard a growl. A greyish green head poked into her line of vision, followed by a sickly thin body draped in rags that she assumed had once been clothes. The figure lumbered down the alley as Wren stood up, reaching for her pistol. She cocked it, then fired it, point blank, into the forehead of the approaching zombie.
The impact merely stunned the zombie before it continued its approach, this time with more zeal. Wren had to move, and fast. The echo of the shot would only attract more. Wren threw her pistol upwards, wincing at the sound of shattering glass. The pistol landed inside with a dull thump. Wren grabbed the ledge, then hauled herself up, wincing at the gritty texture that she knew was scraping her fingertips raw.
She hauled herself high enough to brace her forearm against the ledge. The zombie was rattling the dumpster, attempting to crawl onto it. Wren kicked against the wall, placing her other forearm onto the ledge. The zombie finally clambered onto the dumpster, and began grabbing at her flailing legs. Wren grabbed at the inside of the window, cursing as the glass pierced the palm of her left hand. On her last flailing kick, Wren's foot connected with the zombie's head. She used the extra hold to push herself the last few inches, then flung herself into the room. She tucked her body in a ball and rolled the landing. Outside, she could hear the zombie, still grumbling and groaning.
Wren leaned against a wall, gasping for breath. Her pistol lay abandoned a few feet away. The floor by the window glittered with broken glass that reflected the weak sunlight. Wren unknowingly began to cry, the silent tears rolling off her chin as she tucked her knees into her chest.
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12:14am Mar 22 2016
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((Can someone interact with my character? I'm bad with starting!))
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5:29am Mar 22 2016
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((sure!))
As there are no zombies to be seen or heard, she relaxes slightly, her pale green eyes still darting around the clearing. Suddenly, Laika sees something that catches her eye. Something white... hair? How did any old person manage to survive? As she takes a step closer to investigate, she accidentally steps on a dry twig and mentally berates herself for being so careless. The snapping sound bounces throughout the clearing, and she sees the white-haired figure turn around. Her grip on the axe tightens.
I really live up to my username\r\n
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12:16pm Mar 28 2016
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((I thought we would know each other already since we're in the same clan?))
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3:20pm Mar 28 2016
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((oOPS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT um, maybe one of us is a new member? sorry, i forget this kind of stuff ^^;))
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12:06pm Mar 29 2016
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((It's okay xD okay, I could be just new then xD))
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6:32pm Mar 29 2016
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((okay. sorry, this is like the third time i've messed up on something like this ^^;))
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9:26am Mar 31 2016
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((should i post an additional thing...?))
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12:10pm Mar 31 2016
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((No, sorry I just forgot)) Hearing the small sound, Cosmic turned around quickly, ready to run until she saw that it was another person. Still tensed to run though she was now slightly more relaxed, Cosmic asked,"Hello? Excuse me, can you help me? I'm lost." She didn't wait for a response, just quickly continuing,"I was looking for the clan Omega, but I'm afraid I must have gotten confused somewhere. I was given coordinates, but my compass broke and I think I may have lost the map." Cosmic gave a slightly sheepish smile as she waited for a reply.
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