Name: Blake Castiel Hope
Appearance: Dark hair that barely covers his eyes and ears. In the sunlight, it looks brown. Tallish 5'11" weighs about 140. His eyes are golden with an orange-ish red rim. Wears a black t-shirt that is very old and worn. Over it is an army green zip-up hoodie. He has ripped up jeans and shoes with no laces.
Personality: Straight-forward, is very truthful about about people (what he thinks about someone's personality, looks, etc.). Likes to joke and swears a lot. He can be serious at times. Free-spirited and has an obsession with talking about death.
Bio: Lost his parents, lost his little brother, lost everything except for himself. He kills everything in his path so mankind can pay for the damage done on his family. He hunts for a place to settle, somewhere fitting for his past.
Name: Carl Riggs
Age: 13 (hope this is okay)
Appearance: 5'5", still growing, and scrawny. He doesn't look very healthy, even compaired to most people here. His skin has a very pale look to it, and his pale blue eyes are a bit cloudy. His medium brown hair is a bit long, floppy, and messy, because he cuts it with a knife and isn't very good at it at all.
He wears blue jeans, any T-shirt that will hold itself together, which is currently a brown one two sizes too big, and full of holes and stains, black tennis shoes, and a silver wristwatch that doesn't work. Its band is broken, so it's tied on with pieces of colored string.
Personality: He's always smiling, and trying to have fun. He's sweet, but will smack you if you say it to prove that he's not. He's fast, always running around. He loves to explore ghost towns, and hates traveling alone. Very optimistic, he insists that he's going to find his family someday, no matter how many skeletons and bodies he's seen. he loves to fight, but hates to kill, so his main weapon is a baseball bat. He also has a pocket knife that his brother Steven gave to him, which he carves a small line for every raider he defeats. It has seventeen.
Bio: He loves to talk, so nearly everyone he's ever traveled with knows all about him. He grew up in California with his parents, three older brothers and a sister, a dog, and a gerbil named Dice.
When it all started, he was shopping with his oldest brother, Steven, to get groceries. They only managed to make it back home three days later, but the house was flattened. None of his family was home.
He saw Steven killed in front of him by raiders who came to take their supplies as they hid in an abandoned cafe just two months after that, and he's been looking for the rest of his family ever since.
Name: Moon McCormack
Appearance: Moon is very tall and athletic, but he looks gaunt as most people do these days. His skin is marred; scars, sun burns, tattoos and general wear. Moon used to be good looking, he looks exactly like his mother; thick blonde hair, bold blue eyes and sharp features. Now he is very harsh looking, he is perpetually angry and suspicious. Moon wears jeans, a long sleeved shirt, a leather jacket, and a cloak made of deer skin. Moon has a yew bow and quiver of arrows, an iron machete, and multiple knives made out of bone, rocks, and wood.
Personality: Moon is intense, he only thinks about his survival and can be seen talking to himself or an imaginary person constantly. He is kind of like a hermit, he only feels comfortable in caves and the sparse forests left in America. Sometimes he can seem more like an animal then a person. He is suspicious of everything and everyone. Moon was a soldier in the last years of civilization this shows through his fighting skills and efficient strategies.
Bio: Moon was a soldier at one point in time, eventually he became erratic and killed his commanding officer before going AWOL. Moon was a nickname given to him when he was a child.
Other: Moon is very sick from radiation, he can't run for long distances anymore and physical exertion has him coughing up blood. He knows he is going to die, sooner rather then later, and he wants to see the ocean one last time.
appearance; lucas is 5'6 black with black hair that sticks up and down based on his feelings. lucas believes in a quiet peaceful life. the only person he talks to is his childhood friend rion after his sister died. his only objective is to find rion whether alive or dead. he wears kaki pants with a black shirt with a skull on it. he wears a scarf around his face and has a dragon tattoo on his back with scars all around it. he has a scar on his right eye.
other; no matter what happens lucas cares abou other peoples needs before his own and he is also really shy when it comes to girls.
Alright, everybody can get started on their story. If people want to team up, feel free to do so. My character is going to start off alone and eventually join a group, so who would like to begin?
Moon approached the empty town by nightfall. It was falling apart, and silent, so he didn't think much of it. "No, the sky is to dark for them. The only way is by land, we have the trees..." He mumbled, a cloud of dust following him. Something scuttled in a store front, and Moon had an arrow trained on the source of the sound before he could blink. It was instinct and muscle memory. The noise had come from a small dog who seemed harmless, so Moon let himself relax. He glanced around and wandered over to a fire pit. "Theres to much sand, what would he know about coyotes..." Moon said with an angry expression, directed at something to his left. He crouched and felt the ashes, they were still warm. Someone was here.
He was walking in the desert, looking for somewhere to stay for a night. The cabin off in the distance did look good enough for him. Blake kept traveling along a dark path that was lit by the light of the moon. It didn't help much, but it was all he had for light. The dead trees tried to grab him while swaying the wind. Blake decided that there was going to be another night with no sleep, that was, until, he came upon a highway. It was a bridge that kept all below it safe from any rain, not that there was any rain anyways. He walked under the bridge and into a pipe. Blake lied down in the pipe feet first and looked around to make sure it was safe to fall asleep. He leant his gunblade against the wall just incase there was a surprise attack.
lucas woke up in shabby apartment brething heavily holding his gun in the air. he had the look as if he had saw a ghost. lying next to him was a puppy who hovered in the corner afraid of him. lucas realized he was one step closer from killing the only living creature he trusted. lucas put down the gun and started crying. "rion" he said under his breath. the puppy licked his face as a whay of asking if he was ok. lucas left the apartments to a world full of dirt and destruction. the animal hung on to his shoulder. "lets go find her rex",he said to the dog,but before he could say another word he heard a click from his back."give me your supplies and you won't die".
Carl jogged quietly through a town, bat at the ready. He hadn't seen anyone in days, ever since John had been killed. John had been a middle aged redneck guy who'd hated Carl's tongue, but he'd traveled with him and shared his food. Kept him company. And then died for him.
It had happened before, his traveling compainions would always die, or go a separate way, and then he was alone again.
Pausing, he tipped his head to listen. He thought he heard voices.
"Find anything?" Ryn asked the dog, her voice rough from behind the mask. He just flopped at her feet and drooled all over a mouse.
She picked it up and gave her companion a look. This was most certainly not dinner. Kane rarely brought anything worth eating, occasionally a rabbit or a bird-the birds always had broken wings first, because he was a hopeless hunter and couldn't catch anything that moved faster than him. Once he found a box of doughnuts, and that was probably the best he'd ever done.
Ryn stood up and patted his huge head, then set back out towards the desert. This forest was dead, any animals bigger than the mouse had left with the foliage.
I'd would love to join.
((Go ahead, make a character and get started on the story, feel free to team up with someone. and Be friendly everyone!))
Detective Sherman Oliveri Finn
Profile: Black, 6'5 1/2", skinny (about 150 lbs), black hair, brown eyes, size 15 shoe
Background: Detective in the making, friends with Vaughns and Jenkins, smart, kind, non athletic, fear of falling from high places
The start: I thought I had it all. My mom and dad was rich. I was very smart, won multiple awards in math, spelling, and debate. I have been surrounded by safety. But I wanted adventure. The thing you see on tv and the crime shows, that's what I wanted my life to be like. But my mom doesn't want me to pursue dangerous endeavours. But my birthday is coming up and when I blow out those candles, I am going to wish that my life was like in the tv shows, the crime shows.
Chapter 1: I woke up. It's my birthday, Nov 30. People drowned me in gifts. Gifts that I hated. I wanted to do something more exciting. "Mom," I asked, "are we going to do something fun today?" "Now sweety, what's more fun than meeting with family?" She reasssured, but had a look of boredom on her face. I got upset and ran to my room. Then, I kicked a wall. All of a sudden, stuff came tumbling onto me and knocked me unconcious.
((um, Finn. Are you roleplaying or are you writing a book?))
I am roleplaying in the form of chapters, each chapter helps me remember where i left off
r we still doing this thing?
Voices. To many voices. Moon had thought the town to be abandoned, but he was wrong. The dog ran off with a mouse in its mouth, typically dogs stayed in the wilderness unless they had a human, so Moon was weary of its owner. He forced his way into a store with a caved in porch and searched for supplies, finding little more then dust and bones. An adult and a child. Moon crouched down beside the skeletons and tilted his head. The adult was male, but the child was to young to tell their gender. "Don't worry, she's safe." He said to man. "She went to the woods." Then he got up and left. Voices drew him to the center of town with an arrow at the ready. A man was holding a teenager at gun point. "Guns are outdated." He said, releasing an arrow into the man's side. The gun was dropped as he howled in pain, and Moon's gaze went to the boy; he was dark skinned and in his mid teens or so, holding a puppy and no weapons. As the man reached for his gun, Moon took his machete and finished the job.