I'm open for anything! Horror, romance, whatever as long as it will have a good storyline! Preferably something post apocalyptic with zombies & such. So zombie survival would be really cool!
((So could I be a girl?))
(Mind if I join?)
((Sure, guardian, you can be whatever youd like~ && Forever-Wishing: Of course ^^))
((What would you like us to cover in the skellies?))
Name (First, Middle Initial, Last)
Place of Birth
Appearance (include scars, birth marks, piercings & tattoos)
Weapon of Choice
Extra (If you must include more)
Name (First, Middle Initial, Last) Ruby A Falls
Place of Birth Cleveland, Ohio
Appearance (include scars, birth marks, piercings & tattoos) Long, wavy ginger hair with golden highlights. A light spray of freckles on both cheeks, shoulders & knees. Amber eyes with long, light eyelashes. Two holes in both ears and a labret piercing. A crescent moon tattoo on her right wrist. About 5"5 & 96 pounds.
Short Bio Grew up in the city and was one of the first to take notice of the outbreak and find a safehouse and weapons. After her family was killed by a ravenous herd of flesh-eathing zombies, she started across the country rounding up as many survivors as possible. Her main goal is to find a boat, store supplies and travel worldwide to find a safe heaven.
Weapon of Choice Katana sword
Extra (If you must include more)
Name: Llewellyn S Winchester
Place of Birth: Wolfe County, Kentucky
Appearance: Scruffy dark blonde hair and beard with pale green eyes. He is scarred along his left eyebrow and cheekbone and all over his hands, arms, and legs. He has a tattoo of an eagle and the American flag across his shoulders and a tomahawk on his chest, as well as a celtic cross on his right side. He stands a little over six feet and is around 160 pounds.
Bio: Lived normally for over a week after the outbreak, one of his neighbors tried to eat him like a madman, so he shot him in the leg, but it didn't slow him down. Eventually, he holed up in his cabin and waited for the madness to settle before he packed up his truck and hit the road. He has no family, his brother and father were bitten.
Weapon of choice: machetes
Extra: Llewellyn can track, hunt and forage for food.
Name; Natalie R Harps
Place Of Birth; Newport, Rhode Island
Appearance; long brown hair, extremely pale with two different colored eyes; one green the other blue. She has a long scar that runs down the left side of her face, stopping at the chin and cutting through her blue eye. Her face is very defined. She has a tattoo on her right ankle of a wolf silohette. She's around 5"8 and 110.
Bio; Grew up in a "hicksville town" with her family who were some of the first to be infected when the out break began. She killed them as if they were nothing, and has been in sort of a numb state of mind ever sense. Her goal is to fight off the zombies and stay alive as long as possible.
Weapon of choice; her set of cooking knives she found
Extra; knows types of plants off the top of her head.
((We can start whenever c: someone can set the stage))
Llewellyn decapitated a stray walker with his machete and jumped into the bed of his truck, trying to find a higher vantage point. He would have to get off the highway, there were to many cars blocking his way, not to mention the herd of zombies that travelled along the main roads. Llewellyn cursed under his breath and hopped to the ground, the walkers were growing in numbers by the day. He didn't want to think about what that meant, and at this point he wouldn't be surprised if he was the last living person left. As a group of walkers strayed off from the main herd and went after him, Llewellyn held his machetes at his side and pressed forward. He would clear a path for his truck then move on.
Natalie took a deep breath, as if breathing her first of the musty woods she found herself in. She stood on the roof a small shed and took in the gruesome scene before her. Bodies were strewn about the ground, but more were to come. She could not let a fake sense of comfort come over her like she had that first morning. She wiped sweat from her forehead and slid the bloodied knives into her back pack. She sat down on the hard tin roof, cherishing the few moments of rest she had. But just wait, they'll be back
((Oh, whoa. Is it too late for me to join?))
(Can i join?)
(I'm obviously not the head and the others can easily counteract with my opinion but I don't see why not, guardian and virdian. The plot has barely begun.)
(Woot! I will have my character skellie up early tomorrow!:D)
Name: Kania Anne DeVotchka Age:17 Place of birth: New York, New York Appearance:5'7, very bony but with wiry muscles. Has pale grey-blue eyes and an average face, with a large bruise at the jawline. Has a huge scar going down back and various smaller scars and bruises on the rest of her body. Has dark , tangled hair coming down to her shoulder blades. Bio: Grew up with her abusive, controlling father in the suburbs, tried to escape several times but failed. When the zombies came, he tried to fight them and she took the chance to run away. Her father is possibly alive, she's not sure. Weapon: A baseball bat with a screw jammed into it, also carries an old chef's knife. Extra: Occasionally suffers from random, excruciating headaches that might be cluster headaches but she isn't sure, as she's never gone to a doctor.
(Wow, that's really hard to read. Sorry!)
Llewellyn cleanly chopped off heads as quietly as he could, so as not to attract more zombies. He looked ahead down the road and couldn't see an exit, but he could see a dirt road a hundred yards ahead. It was risky, but at this point it was either turn around or go down the path, or ditch his truck altogether and face the entire herd of walkers. Llewellyn shook the blood off his machetes and sheathed them, opening the door to his truck and slamming a zombie to the ground in the process. He turned the key in the ignition, and drove down the highway, plowing through all the walkers in his path. His truck was well equipped for rough terrain, but the body of the car still flew off the ground as the wheels went from pavement to dust. He drove carefully and quickly, pleased to find the dirt road went on for what could have been miles. Llewellyn put a Ted Nugent CD in the player and zoned out, drumming his fingers on the wheel. There was a shed hidden in the trees, surrounded by fallen walkers. A walker sat on the roof... Llewellyn turned the volume down and stopped the truck. That wasn't a walker, it was a girl. A living girl. Llewellyn didn't really know what to say. "Need a ride?" He asked her, almost bursting out into laughter at how normal this seemed now, finding a strange girl in the woods surrounded by zombies she had taken out. The world was a crazy place.
Name: Alexandria J. Mythe (goes by Alex)
Place of Birth: southern Arkansas
Appearance: light brown hair that is braided and pinned up but usually a few whispy strays stick out. She has pale blue green eyes that turn yellowish as they reach the pupil. She 5 foot 9 inches and about 160 pounds, but there is not a trace of fat on her. She is in good shape. She has multiple scars all over her- especially on her arms and hands and she has a burn mark on her right forearm. She wears a camo T-shirt with a grey hoodie and old white-washed jeans with multiple dirt and grass stains on them. She wears a digital watch that somehow is still working and has a pistol belt. She wears her father's old combat boots that he used in the marines.
Bio: Her father was a southern marine retired man after he was shot in the knee. He taught her how to shoot and hunt and she is familiar with just about any gun and bows and knives after hunting with her father a lot. Her father sacrificed himself to save her and her mother from the zombies and her mother later died after getting west nile virus. She has been on her own traveling and living off the earth.
Weapon of Choice: a pistol or rifle if those aren't around she can use a bow or a knife.