[Private Group Roleplay] Wolves of the Apocalypse

[Moro]

Setting and Plot​

Within the United States, there are multiple safety zones in which one could take shelter in from the outbreak. Safety zones are meant to keep the infected out, and for those who are attempting to survive this whole thing to resume somewhat normal lives as before. One major safe zone is held up in Chicago, Illinois at Cook County Jail. So far, only three Pack members are remaining who are defending this safe zone. They do what they can to protect the people who have chosen to stay under their protection.



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About the Wolves / Shape-Shifters​

How They Came To Be:​

Back in the early 1900's, the government had finally created a stable "virus", if you will, only administered by injection. It would turn the average soldier into an almost-unstoppable killing machine. The idea of werewolves was brought to life, injected into the brave, willing soldiers to make the change to their lives permanent, because of course there was no cure for what they were given. The new power these soldiers held was kept under tight lock and key, no one spoke of it or even slightly hinted at it. The empowered soldiers were referred to as "The Pack". The first Original Pack was made in the Navy Seal branch, but soon the other branches began to complain, and not too long after that every branch of the military had twelve of their very own Pack members at their disposal. When a member of the pack was KIA(Killed in Action), a new member was "made".

Over the years, the first Pack members who survived the wars they were put through have since died of sickness or old age. Those of their descended offspring have also had children of their own now. The werewolf strain somehow attached to the Original hosts' DNA and was passed down through the generations. These children who have managed to retain this gene were either made to join the military or trained how to control their "other half". A few cases have been found throughout the US and UK of kids just shortly after their eighteenth birthday making the change--RARELY does a child make the change before then. In some instances, younglings who have been put through tragic events become so emotionally overwhelmed it pushes the "virus" to activate in them, causing them to shift at younger ages. Very few of these younglings who are put through the change early in life make it-- 99% of them die because the shift is so overwhelming for their small frames. The government kept a constant watch on these kids, and if they thought they might screw up somehow and leak the secret, they were terminated.

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Shape-Shifter Description​

Shape-shifters normally tend to be about half the size as their human selves, quite a bit larger than your average grey wolf. Placing humans beside the wolves, a wolf's shoulders would come up to the mid-stomach area of a fully grown man averaging at about 6ft. They have exceptional hearing, sense of smell and eyesight, even in their human forms. The actual transformation between human and wolf is quite painful, but some have managed to master the change so much that it's hardly painful at all and happens within a matter of seconds. Initially, one breaks every bone in their body as their "other half" fights it's way out of it's human form. Bones reforming into that of a wolf, they "shed" their skin to be replaced with fur and acquire a tail. How such a large wolf could fit into their human forms, we still haven't quite figured it out yet. Overall the initial transformation is not easy, and is very disconcerting and confusing. With the wolf's eyes, however, they differ depending on pack rank. Alpha's eyes glow a deep red, members of a pack have light golden-yellow eyes.. Betas eyes are a bright orange, an in-between color of the average Member eye color and an Alpha's. Omegas, also known as lone wolves, have a bright shade of violet color for eyes. For those who have taken an innocent life, their eyes have been permanently changed to electric blue. Every wolf has their birth-given eye color in human form, and only glow just before the change, and throughout the time that they are in their wolf forms. (-->See Here for an example<--) The ONLY Alphas, are the highest ranking officers in the pack. If the original Alpha is KIA, then the next high ranking officer will become the next Alpha if no other Alpha is to be made.

Pack Behavior​

In their wolf forms, shape-shifters show the general behavior of their titular animals, though they retain their human intelligence, memories and character, up to and including showing their human eyes. Pack members are also telepathically linked with each other, enhancing their coordination during hunts and fights but allowing little to no privacy at any time. The Alphas of two different packs are able to communicate telepathically, and can control what thoughts they share, while the subordinates of different packs don't show this ability.
The dominant male/female, the Alpha, can force the other pack members to obey his/her orders against their will just as they can in their human forms as commanding officers. A Beta can also do this, though he/she can't command his/her own Alpha/Commanding Officer. Even if it's implied, it is unknown whether this characteristic is also extended down the pack ranks.

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Rules​

Respect The RP Creator and Admins: Sure, sometimes we make weird calls or say something that's not quite PC. Realize that the admin's have a hard job, the job of telling you that you are wrong and you need to change something. We don't like doing it but we have to sometimes. That also means that when things come too heavily into question, you need to let us deal with it. You can make our jobs easier by reading these rules and adhering to them. We promise, you'll like us a lot more if you do. We also encourage and welcome discussion on why an admin made a certain call. If you talk to us like people and not like we're your most hated high school enemy then there's a rather good chance you'll change our minds on some things...

• Wolves of the Apocalypse Admin: lonewolf888978

Same Forum, Same Rules: You are in a sub-sector of the Iwaku RP forums. The Forum Rules and CoC are the over-arcing rules. Know them, love them, abide by them.
No Dirty/Sexual Content: Absolutely no sexual content allowed. Romantic situations are always welcome in your story-telling, however they will remain completely innocent. Anything more touchy-feely than a kiss will be given an Inappropriate Content Warning.
Respect Your Fellow RPer: This involves basic netiquette.

• Don't yell at someone (USING ALL CAPS LIKE THIS IS YELLING EVEN IF YOU DON'T MEAN IT TO BE). Use exclamation points, bold, italics, whatever you want to make your point but don't yell in all CAPS. It's just simply rude.
• Realize we have people who identify with different religions, maybe a lack of religion, sexual orientations, locations, races, ages and whatnot. We don't expect you to be perfect but we do expect you to show a little maturity.
• If they do something in the RP that you think is wrong or illegitimate, ask them why they did it and if they'd change it. Discuss in the OOC or Private Message what the problem is. If a resolution can't be gotten to, ask myself or an admin to step in and we'll help you fix the problem. (It's usually good practice to STOP the RP if this happens, that way you don't have to go back and say "Ignore these posts" or go back and edit them.)

• Don't be childish. If myself or an admin asks you to fix a mistake, change something that isn't right or whatnot, just do it please. Don't make a fuss about it.

No "Bunny-moding": This means taking over another player's character. Usually this kind of thing happens innocently enough but ends in major fights over what actually is happening. "*Vrynn attacks Corey with a vicious slash to his face and Corey drops to his knees in pain*" This is bunny-moding. Instead of allowing Corey to react to the attack, Vrynn assumed she hit him and told him how he was going to react. This is not acceptable RP. Never assume you know what the other character will do. (Sometimes, someone gives you explicit permission to run their character while away. This is the only time bunny-moding is acceptable.)
No God-moding: This one should be pretty easy. God-moding is when a character is able to do whatever they want, whenever they want with little or no consequences. People cannot dodge bullets. This is not allowed. This is also important for character creation as there are certain limits within this RP that must be adhered to, despite the fact this is a fantasy fiction RP with werewolves in it.. still, no god-moding.
No OOC in RPs: Most of the RPs we have going on have their own OOC (Out Of Character) thread that corresponds. If you have random chatter to contribute that doesn't involve the RP, take it to these threads where you can spew randomness, embed videos, and generally be dorky to your hearts content. Having unrelated chatter in the middle of the RP threads is distracting to all the players, including you. When you need to say something out of character in the middle of an RP, such as to ask a question about a character's action, always use double parenthesis ((Like this.)), or "OOC: (insert what needs to be said here)." to speak OOC. This helps differentiate the chatter from the RP.
No Double Posting: Basically, this means let the other characters/players have a chance to react to you before you try continuing what is going on or just walk away from the conversation altogether. If you have two or more characters that you're RPing with but forgot to post as one, there is an [Edit] button on the bottom of your post. Use it. Don't double post. If more than 2 days have passed and nobody has responded to you, or if you know factually that your RP buddy is gone for a long while, then it is okay to post again.

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All RPers, new and old, have room to improve our story-telling and interaction abilities so here are some tips to keep in mind to help everyone improve..​

Roleplaying Tips​

Clarity: Be clear about what is happening in your posts and try to make sure the other RPers understand. They will be acting on what they think you meant. Other RPers will post responding to the new posts and a long line of actions can form alarmingly fast. Confusion can cause massive problems if not cleared up quickly and can cause a lot of disruption to the RP as the line of actions may be undermined. Try to minimize confusion as it breaks the flow of the RP by being very precise with actions and their intended effect. (Remember, it's bunny-moding to force it to affect the other character, best to tell them what you want to happen and let them react accordingly.)
Collaborative Story: Remember that everyone else has an equal part in the RP's story. Give them time to do the things they want, don't change the story radically without asking others (Especially if you've made a large post. Changing it then having people go back to re-read it can be bothersome) and always leave room for their stories.
Consistency: Have your character act in ways that are typical of them. It sounds like common sense but it's often overlooked. While RPing an inconsistent character you're not really RPing just one character but many. In short it can lead to confusion. It can be helpful to write down the major personality quirks your character has and refer to that from time to time to remind yourself how your character should react in certain situations.
Drama: The point of every story is the emotion it makes the reader feel and every RP is basically a story. The general tips of good RPing are the same as good writing. One that stands out above all else is try to have a good taste of drama in your character and their actions. How to include drama? A heated argument between two characters is dramatic. A character hanging on for dear life as other characters struggle to save them. In other words any situation that the reader genuinely believes your character might die is dramatic. Any deep emotional interaction between characters is dramatic. Don't be afraid of "non-action" because those are the times when you get to reveal your cool or misguided past and either gain sympathy, empathy or maybe even jealousy or hatred from the other characters.
Respect the Other Characters: Respect the other characters and what they can do and what they have been through. Remember that no character is the 'main character' and that each character is probably something it's player is attached to.
Be aware of your IRL Situation: Keep in mind what your work schedule, sleep schedule and time zone is compared to other RPers. If you find that you're having to force yourself or someone else to stay up too late or you want to RP with someone who is never on at the same time as you, consider changing your strategy. Sometimes you just have to accept that you can't RP with certain people due to these very real time restrictions. This also goes for double-posting. Give the other players time to respond and never expect someone to respond to you quickly. Give it up to a day just in case someone was called away for a chore or a phone call before you post again.
When in Doubt; Rewind!: If the situation is too muddy and everyone is fighting over what should have happened, that couldn't be right, how dare you etc... then just throw up a vote. If 75% of the players in an event agree that rewinding to an earlier point and replaying the situation is for the best, then please do. We want to have fun, not create problems.

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Character Creation Form​

:: Personal Information ::​

Full Birth-Given Name: Give us your whole, real name. If you changed it from the name given at birth, please provide that as well.
Preferred Name // Nickname: Provide the name you would rather go by.
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Gender is obvious, but as for S.O., you are either Heterosexual (interest in the opposite sex), Homosexual (interest in the same sex), or Bisexual (interest in both sexes).
Years Since My Birth: Self-explanatory. Please keep your age 18+.
Also Knowing: Tell us a little more about yourself, anything extra that you may wish to share with us.

:: General Information ::​

A Secret Told to No One: Who is your "crush"? :o
My One and Only Reason For Existing: Your significant other's name would go here.
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Your parent's names.
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: Do you have any siblings? If not, just erase this completely from your character form.
Faithful Furry Companions: Do you have a pet that you've managed to keep alive with you? (Please be sure that you only have one animal, if you choose to allow your character to keep one. There can be exceptions, if your character has a larger animal and a small animal.. ask me first, please, thank you)

:: Other Information ::​

Song That Best Describes Me: What song best describes you? Is there a song out there you favor that seems to have been made to fit you perfectly?
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: Any weapons carried on you at any given time, please list them here.
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: Give us a background history on where you came from, what's gone on in the last year since the outbreak first began and how you've managed to make it this far.
How Some People Might See Me: Tell us about yourself. What is your personality like? (please write a good, decent paragraph.. no one or two liners please. -___-)
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: In a decently descriptive manner, tell us what you look like. Give us a well-written description as if you were trying to explain your appearance to a blind person!
The Beast Within Me: Describe to us what your wolf looks like, if you have one. And please.. we need to keep the number of wolves down that aren't military, so.. please, if your character isn't military and you want it to be a shape-shifter, please ask. For those who wish to roleplay a military character, know the lingo and how things are done in the military before you make your character of service. And remember to describe their eyes.. where they rank in the pack, if any. ("Alpha's eyes glow a deep red, members of a pack have light golden-yellow eyes.. Betas eyes are a bright orange, an in-between color of the average Member eye color and an Alpha's. Omegas, also known as lone wolves, have a bright shade of violet color for eyes. For those who have taken an innocent life, their eyes have been permanently changed to electric blue. Every wolf has their birth-given eye color in human form, and only glow just before the change, and throughout the time that they are in their wolf forms. ")
Photographed Picture of Myself: Pictures of both your appearances, meaning in human form and wolf form! Do not give us drawings or an anime version of yourself. We want to see your true, beautiful/handsome face. :3 (If there is an issue, and you would rather hand draw your character, then please talk to either myself or an admin about your predicament.)

 

[Moro]

(spot holder for members list)

 

[Moro]

:: Personal Information ::​

Full Birth-Given Name: "Allison Riley James. That's my name, don't wear it out.."
Preferred Name // Nickname: "I go by AJ or Allie. Most know me as Sergeant Major James, though.'"
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I am a female, and I live the straight life. In other words, I'm heterosexual."
Years Since My Birth: "It's been just a little over 24 years since I was born that fateful night of August 8th, 1990."
Also Knowing: "Before everything went to shit, my parents got me into Tae Kwon Do, and knife throwing. I became fairly well in TKD, but excelled most in throwing knives. I went into competitions and won my fair share of medals and trophies. I went into the army at 19 years old and have been in service ever since."

:: General Information ::​

A Secret Told to No One: "I was in love with a man I knew from being in the service and well, it's been almost a year since he was killed and turned. I don't much rely on emotion anymore."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "No, I don't really have a reason for existing. I just do what I know how to do. Survive."
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Mariah Keira James and Brayden Riley James.."
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: "I had a kid brother, but he was turned just a little over 2 months ago on our way to a safe zone in New York.. I had to put him down. I.. I didn't want him wandering around like a mindless idiot." Slowly looks away, sorrowful look in her eyes.
Faithful Furry Companions: "I had one before the outbreak but my field dog got turned into dinner for those things, so.. no more pup."

:: Other Information ::​

Song That Best Describes Me: "I think a song that best describes me is Happy by Pharell Williams. I've got a pretty bright personality and I'm normally pretty damn happy."

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

• 6 Throwing Knives that were my kid brother's..
• "Ninja" Forearm Machete Blade
• I also carry my military issue AR-15 with attached fore grip and suppressor.
• My old friend from the early days of this wretched world.. he and I exchanged pistols. I've still got his though I have no ammo for it anymore. Ammo for this kind of pistol, or pistols in general is pretty scarce now-a-days.

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: "What can I say? Besides the fact that I was adopted, I had a pretty perfect life with the family I was happy to call mine. I decided I wanted to join the army when I was very young..maybe 13 years old at the time. I officially joined shortly after my 19th birthday, and have been with them ever since. --will finish later--"
How Some People Might See Me: "Some people might see me as one of those who would do anything to survive. Those people, are right. I would do just about anything to survive. I've got a good judge of character and hardly anything ever gets passed me. My attention to detail is like that of no other.. I see things no one else sees--and no that does not mean in a supernatural type of way. I'm saying a lot of everyday people don't see the real picture. I'm loyal and trustworthy. Probably a lot more than a lot of people are nowadays. When mad, I can be the biggest bitch ya ever met but if you are on my good side I'll show you the true meaning of love. Whether you are a friend or a lover, everyone deserves to feel loved. Don't you agree? I try to treat others as I would like to be treated. Something I kept in mind from kindergarten, ya know.. lot of people forgot that lil' bit of advice over the years."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "Well, if I was to look into the mirror right now I'd say I needed a nice hot shower and some damn good soap to wash all this dirt off of me. Running around in a zombie apocalypse, you hardly come across a hot shower. Soap? Forget about it." Allie smirks, then rolls her eyes. "I'm a typical 'toehead', if you ask me-- or anyone who knows what that actually is. Yes, it's an old term. It means I've got blond hair and blue eyes.My skin is fairly tan, hardly any blemishes but I do have a few scars here and there. Being in the service, you're bound to get a scar sooner or later. They make for great stories later anyway, right? Anyway, I weigh around one-hundred and forty-six pounds and stand about 5'6" tall."
The Beast Within Me: "My wolf form stands at approximately 4'4" tall-- yes I know, I'm quite the beast in my wolfy form, but I'm still me. Though I have to admit, if I'd smile at'cha.. I might scare ya a bit. Just as Lil' Red once said in a child's book, 'What big eyes you have.' and 'What big teeth you have.' What I've used my large, white canines for can easily be classified under a need-to-know basis--and my eyes, they are a bright red. I am an alpha to an orphaned teenager. As for my fur, it's a range of a few colors. From black to golden brown to beige and tan.. even some white tips here and there."
Photographed Picture of Myself:

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"When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
and with the cataclysm
raining down
Inside crying 'Save me
now!'
You were there impossibly alone
Do you feel cold and lost in
desperation?
You build up hope but failure's
all you've known
Remember all the sadness and
frustration
And let it go, let it go."​

:: Personal Information ::​

Full Birth-Given Name: "My name is Davina Marie St. Claire."
Preferred Name // Nickname: "I just go by Davina. I don't really have any kind of nickname that I go by--or any that are worth remembering." Davina looks down, letting her bangs fall in front of her eyes to cover the tears stinging in her eyes.
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "Well, I don't look like a guy, do I?! I've got C cups.. among other things to prove that I'm a girl. I shouldn't have to show them to prove it!"
Years Since My Birth: "It's been 19 years since my parents had me. I have since left my birthday buried deep in the back of my head.. nothing good ever happened around that date, so I'd rather not remember it. Plus, birthdays are pointless being celebrated in the type of world we live in now-a-days."
Also Knowing: "I prefer to stay in my wolf form. I only come back to my human form if it's absolutely necessary, or if I feel in an artsy mood, then I'll pull out my drawing pad and begin to draw. Drawing is something I've always enjoyed doing since I could pick up a pencil."

:: General Information ::​

A Secret Told to No One: "The boy I had a 'crush' on, I haven't seen him since times were normal.. the last place and time I saw him was in our English class the day before everything turned to shit."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "I don't have any significant other.. but the only person I have left anymore is this girl Allie and her dog Zephyr who found me a few weeks ago. I've stuck with them ever since we crossed paths."
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Safrina St. Claire and Beorn St. Claire. My father's last name he was born into was Alexander but wanted to continue on the St. Claire name for my mom just for the hell of it. From what I heard, my father was a great man."
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: "I had an older brother, but I don't know what happened to him, where he is or if he is even still alive. He was named after my father, Beorn."
Faithful Furry Companions: "I've managed to keep my dog, Dak alive. If the name sounds familiar to you, you've either watched or--like me--are a huge fan of the Star Wars series. I named my dog after Luke Skywalker's gunner in the second movie.. the one after New Hope... I forget what it's called." Davina looks up, a wild, lively look in her eyes as she smiles wide. "Yeah, a fanatic who can't remember the movie's name! Ain't the first time!" Her smile only brightens as she adds, "Dak is my boy.."

:: Other Information ::​

Song That Best Describes Me: "I think a song that best describes me is Broken Angel by the band Boyce Avenue. It explains me, and the life I had.. also explains the relationship my stepfather and I had."

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: "At first I didn't have any personal weapons because I was just running wild, attempting to survive.. I had no need to carry a bunch of crap along with me in wolf form, so… no weapons, but now that I'm with Allie, her and I found a pistol that I have gotten fairly good at using. With little ammo, I've had very little practice but I have mastered using my pistol as much as I possibly can."
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: "Well, to start.. I was born on a rainy day on the 20th of May in 1994. My mother and father lived in the French Quarter of New Orleans. My older brother Beorn was a full 7 1/2 years older than me. I learned a lot from my brother about my daddy. Apparently though, my uncle/stepfather killed my dad because he loved and wanted my mom, and forced my mother to marry him. At least that's what my brother used to tell me. I don't know what's true and what's not, but I will say that I wouldn't put it past him. I never got to really know my father. He died (or was murdered..) when I was just an infant child. It wasn't long after that 'Uncle Joseph' was spending quite a lot of time with our mother. A couple years went by and they got married, almost had a child of their own but mom miscarried. After that, mom was never the same, and told Joseph that they wouldn't try for anymore kids, that the ones she had now were enough. I really think the whole miscarriage was just too much for her to handle and didn't want to risk another.
Years passed, and around my sixteenth birthday my mom passed away due to breast cancer. When Joseph took over the household, my brother was long gone and away at college. Long story short, I was left with Joseph who I later found out was a beast in human form. He bite me, poisoning me with his curse and forcing me to make the change. My twisted stepfather/uncle Joseph was a man of science.
Himself being the beast, he could never run proper tests on what all the beast really gave us. He wanted to know everything about it. It's weaknesses, strengths and everything between. Joseph did just that. He chained me up in the basement at night, running tests upon tests on me and how I functioned-- how I shifted and how long it took to do just that. During the day I was made to go to school, which in my opinion was the best thing I got to do all day. It was my only escape.
I played 'perfect school girl' getting good grades and attended school functions, and no matter how shitty life was back at home, school was where I let myself go. I pretended that everything was perfect. I covered up my bruises and scars with makeup and clothing, no one ever knew what I was hiding. Back home Joseph would wait for me, and I'd do what I was told or there'd be consequences. Things he'd do to me that I'd rather not talk about.
After graduating high school, my time for freedom had come to an end and I was made to stay in the basement 24/7. He ran more and more tests on me, they began to get more extreme, to the point he himself would shift and attack me while I was chained up to see just how much I could take before I would pass out unconscious. I can recall a few times where I felt that I might die, and I actually smiled.. smiled at the thought of dying. I didn't want to be where I was anymore..
One nightmarish day after another, I clung to life for whatever reason.. but one day, everything changed. Over the years there had been talk of a new virus going around overseas but no one ever paid much attention to it. From what I last heard before I was permanently locked up in the basement, there was a case of a case with zombie-like man in the States who people say had been severely high on some new type of medication called Bath Salt. I knew from the beginning it was bullshit.. I mean, the bullshit lie was bullshit. He wasn't high off of some new drug out there.. this was the real deal. I got my questions answered the day Joseph came rushing down the basement stairs and tossed a pair of clothing and shoes my way, yelling something about us needing to get out of the city or we'd be goners. He unshackled me--his worst mistake-- and ran up the stairs to go start the truck, or so I presume. He didn't make it, though. As thin and weak as I was from being almost completely starved down there in that basement cellar, I forced myself to shift and ran after him, catching him by the ankle and yanking him back down the stairs. We tumbled and crashed down the steps, his body landing on top of mine at the bottom of them. I could feel his bones snapping ontop of me, reshaping into the wolf I'd seen him shift into plenty of times, but before he could completely make the change, I latched onto his skull with my sharp canines and gave a quick yank and a twist of my head--his body gave one last jerk and then went limp. I used all my strength to push him off of me, shifted back down into my human form and got dressed. Upstairs, I used a washcloth to wipe the blood from off my face and neck, grabbed the keys and a bag full of supplies and a few personal belongings, checked the news and ran out the door, started the truck and headed off.
How have I survived this long? ..pfft, well... If I can survive what I went through with Joseph, don't you think this apocalypse shit would be a piece of cake?" Davina looks off, then adds, "It's a lot easier than dealing with the memories, that's for sure."
How Some People Might See Me: "People would see me as a quiet, suffer in silence type.. the type of girl who doesn't have the slightest bit of trouble with standing up for herself and has issues with authority. With the things that happened with my stepfather, I became quite reclusive and it's hard for me to trust others. As for me personally, I am one of the most trustworthy and loyal people you'll ever meet. I've been told I've got a big heart and that it never runs out of space. I may act a bit stand-offish at first but if you can gain my trust, I could be your potential right hand girl."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "I am approximately 5'5" in height and 140 lbs in weight. My hair is dark brown, almost black in some light and dark but bright grey eyes. There's not really much to say about me, to be honest. Most I can say is, I've got a bright smile but my eyes are where all my secrets hide. Problems are easily hid behind a beautiful smile, don'tcha know..?"
The Beast Within Me: "I am all black in my wolf form. I have silver slash marks all over, in random places.. they are scars beneath the fur. My father is to blame for them.. 'She' stands at about 3'1" tall.. yeah, from what I've heard that's pretty small for a wolf of our kind but I am kinda short, so.. you can't really blame 'her'."
Photographed Picture of Myself:

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Is there a character limit Ms. G?

 

[Moro]

No. Make as many as you want. I may end up having 3-4 at the end of this, but 2-3 to start off with.. depending on if I want to make a guy or not. I may end up just having all girl characters. Shawn and I have a plan on how to do this. I'll message you the beginning of it and how we are going to transition this from the old one to this one :)

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Sweet! Gonna work on a new version of Drake, and a new side character I've thought of :3

 

[Moro]

Do you have a google email I can invite you to a Google Doc with so that you, Silver, Question Mark and I can discuss the RP? Would help greatly if we could all talk at once and mayve collab our first post as a whole

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Yup Yup :D
[email protected]​

 

[Moro]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mgiCje6tOH4FnhtvxBcdwGf3Cab2wicK0Z6U087YlaU/edit?usp=sharing here's the doc :)

 

[Question Mark]

Is this where I post my character? o-o

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Character Creation Form

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name:

Jason Skylar Anderson
Preferred Name // Nickname:

N/A
Sexual Orientation & Gender:

Male, Straight

Years Since My Birth:

Age- 20, Birthday- December 21

Also Knowing:

Jason's past is kept shady to other's, and he often tries to avoid talking about it or lying about it. He is a bad liar however, and is often known about lying. He was a helicopter pilot for tours in Dallas, Texas. He is fast when he isn't carrying his preferred weaponry, and often gets angry at pushy people. He has a small dose of split personality and talks to himself.

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One:

N/A

My One and Only Reason For Existing:

N/A

Those Who Brought Me Into This World:

Haven Anderson, his father never talked about.

Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me:

N/A

Faithful Furry Companions:

N/A

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me:

Welcome to the Jungle
- Guns and Roses

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

Mg4 with bipod
Flare Gun
M1911

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:

His past is very secret, especially that during the apocalypse. He was born an only child, and had no father. His mother was very poor in health, mentally more than physically, and was prone to drinking and using drugs. Hitting the age of 17, he finally ran away from home, taking with him all the money, jewelry, and any other valuable thing. He pawned it all and moved to a different part of Dallas. He spent a large amount of money and flight training courses and soon worked for a Helicopter tour agency, and spent the earning on that towards partying, and meet several Ex-Military friends that let him fire several types of weaponry. Saving some money, he soon bought a MG4 and once the apocalypse started, he managed to get ahold a large amount of ammo for it.

He appeared at the gates of the prison mysteriously, and right after the loose of a very important person, unknown to him. He holds his own as a guard or scavenger, having little to no skills other than sneaking, driving, shooting, and eating.
How Some People Might See Me:

Jason could be seen as a fun, risk taking young adult at times, and other the most serious guy in the room. He is rarely in a bad mood, and the closest you can get him to be is to try and pressure him to talk about his past. He has a love for all sorts of things, and even goes to the point of saying he loves alot of things. He flirts with alot of women, and could even flirt alot with weapons more. (xD)

Standing Before a Mirror, I See:

Ruffly around 5'7, his skin is lightly tanned, and his built is pretty well defined. His eyes are a light blue, but could have a darker tint to them-at moments. He has very spikey hair, a slightly dark brown and a matching color'd beard. Some easily noticeable sights for him is a scar on his chest, leg, and back.

The Beast Within Me:

Once Jason changes form, he prefer's to go by Savage. His fur is often a mess, dirty, but rarely clean. His eyes are a light electric blue, but deny's ever killing an innocent person. The wolf itself is about 4'3, slightly larger than most wolves. Due to his taller size, he isn't has quick as other wolves, but is also more powerful.

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[Lonewolf888978]

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name:
Drake Forester
Preferred Name // Nickname:
Drake
Sexual Orientation & Gender:
Male, Heterosexual
Years Since My Birth:
I am 26 years old, my birthday is June 14th.
Also Knowing:
I'm an Ex-Seal and was apart of the evacuation team for Miami. Everyone knows we weren't that successful. Unlike alot of Ex-military, I've accepted defeat, and have dropped all the military lingo. My personal treasures are Rosie, my German Shepard. My Aviators I wear when relaxing. The necklace I always wear, even though it is a bit girly, and a friends pistol that I've borrowed....
:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One:
"I havent seen a living person in..forever."
My One and Only Reason For Existing:
"Does Rosie count?"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World:
Bryan and Brooke Forester...God bless their souls
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me:
I had some.......Devin my older brother (Little known fact, Devin is still alive!) and *sighs* Sarah.
Faithful Furry Companions:


:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me:

Yesterday- The Beatles
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

M4A1- Red Dot Sight and Grip
M14-Bipod, Silencer
Military Machete

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
"You want my story? Go to hell- Oh wait, forgot we are already here. You wanna story? I'll give you mine."

**Switched writing to third person**
Born and Raised in Oklahoma, Drake was the quarterback for his high school team, The South Moore Lions. After high school, he attempted to head to college to play for the Sooners, but hurt his leg in the process, causing him to have an occasional pain in my knee, which he have to take pills for once it begins hurting. Instead, he joined the military a year before the outbreak, and was a Navy Seal, which surprisingly helped his leg a lot. As the years progressed, he moved to Miami, and that's when the outbreak started. He was the leader of a small group to battle the undead so the survivors could leave the city. The last project was to escort some civilians to the airport, but two herds trapped us on the road. He managed to get a group of his men and survivors into a Starbucks. He turned his back to the window, he was trying to keep some civilians calm, and an infected jumped through the window, sending some glass down my back, cutting through my clothes. He would've been bitten if it wasnt for his best friend, Dylan, who killed the fucking creature. Him, Dylan, Two girls and their Mom, along with their dog all escaped into a military jeep, and survived for a few weeks and finally the girls were killed by some raiders. Dylan, Drake, and Rosie, the dog, all headed to Oklahoma where Drake found out my sister was trapped in New York. Dylan promised to protect his family, and he headed to New York to find his sister.

He managed to convince a helicopter pilot to fly him in, who hovered over a building, gazing over the city. A bandit shot through the window, killing the pilot and sending the helicopter to the ground. The copter got caught in telephone wires, and slammed into a building were Drake and Rosie escaped through the hole in the wall. The two made their way to Citi Field, where the safe location was held, with a horde on their tails. Drake battled the undead protecting his sister inside, when a police helicopter flew infront of the field, blowing a hole into the defenses of the military barricade, letting the undead inside. Retreating to find his sister, Drake found her, bleeding from the throat. An undead attacked her as she saved a childs life. Drake blamed himself, and nearly killed himself if it wasnt for Allie's pistol, and Rosie of course. Instead, Drake headed towards Oklahoma once again, this time finding the Safe Area evacuated. He found a notice that the safe zone was evacuated to a aircraft carrier, and was docked off of Texas. He found a list of safe zones, some checked marked "Evacuated" and others with an X stating "Gone". He choosed to make his way to the Cook County Jail in Chicago.
How Some People Might See Me:
Normally, I am normally in an alright mood. You know happy, observant, and head strong. I am normally joking, unless stressed or thinking about something. I hold a grudge, and am hardly forgiving. The angriest I get is once someone mentions my younger sister, Sarah. Lately Ive been....... on edge. I can tell it myself.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See:
I stand at 6'7, light blue eyes, short brown hair, spiked up in the front. I have a muscular body, a scar across my arm. I've fail to keep my beard short, so it is rugged, longer than I like it, and prickly. I have a painful looking scar across my back. I've got no tattoo's, was gonna get one before the world went to hell, but never got around to it.
The Beast Within Me: N/A​

 

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:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: My birth name is Jessie Valentine. The name I go by now is Atlas Recluse.

Preferred Name // Nickname: Atlas or Recluse is just fine.

Sexual Orientation & Gender: Hetersexual Male.

Years Since My Birth: November 13th 1989. I am 25 years of age.

Also Knowing: Tell us a little more about yourself, anything extra that you may wish to share with us.

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: No body at the moment.

My One and Only Reason For Existing: Again I'm not with anybody.

Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Jason and Elizabeth Valentine.

Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I used to travel with a small group of others just like me. We went our own ways after a while. Which is fine by me, I didn't get the nickname Recluse just for the hell of it. I haven't seen them for about five months.

Faithful Furry Companions: Well she's not furry but she's a companion. She's a northern gray hawk. She is my eyes in the sky. No for food, I can handle that. She's there for anything that might harm me. When she see's something she calls out to me and which ever way she's flying I know there's something in that direction. Her name is Phantom.

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: Carry On by Avenged Sevenfold.

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: I've grown rather good with a tomahawk. I carry around two of them with a black long barreled revolver. The words The Rev are carved on the barrel.

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: Like I said I used to be with a small group. It was me and six others. When we were together we did a good job watches each others back. It got to the point where we all had our own things we wanted to do so we spill up. Who knows where they are now and if I had the chance to go back I don't think I would. I'm fine with being by myself for now. As long as you're smart and know how to defend yourself in this world you'll be fine.

How Some People Might See Me: Some people might see me as the silent type and others might see it as me being a rude prick. I'm not really the talking type. I do what needs to be done and I do what I can to survive. Making friends isn't at the top of my list. If me surviving involves me working with others at times I'll accept it. I won't go out of my to make friends. It's just not who I am.

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: Well there really isn't anything unique about me to be honest. I'm about 5'10, black hair and brown eyes. I wear a brown leather jacket with a black T-shirt under it. Black pants and fingerless gloves. My skin is some what pale, I have no idea why though, I spend a lot of my time outside.

The Beast Within Me: The beast inside me is the Omegas wolf which fits perfectly for someone with the nickname Recluse. When I change into the wolf my few is jet black and my eyes are a deep violet color. I have a long scar going across the underside of my neck. Someone tried to off me, but they failed. I don't know how I made it out of that alive but I did.

Photographed Picture of Myself:

 

[LoneSilverWolf]

MADE IT!!! Here are my characters! :)

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: "My name?....alright, but if you effing laugh I swear to god I'm going to slap the shit out of you. It's Navarro Ethan Harper. Happy?"
Preferred Name // Nickname: "Anything but Navarrro. Or Nav...Only my good friend Nellie can call me that. I SUPPOSE you can call me V--IF you know me. If you don't, it's Staff Sergeant Harper to you."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I'm a straight guy. Do you really need to ask my gender? Are you blind? And what's with the orientation thing? You hitting on me or somethin'?"
Years Since My Birth: "It's been 27 years since I was born--Birth Date March 15th, 1986."
Also Knowing: "Wanted to join the Marine Corps since I was a kid. My dad was a Marine, my grandfather was a Marine, and goddamnit I'm a marine too--OORAH!"

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: "I got a crush sure. I ain't namin' names though. You'd be better off pullin intel outta me--so in other words, you're fucked."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "You laugh I swear I'll kill you. My cat, Mila. She is one of my reasons for existing anyway. My other reason is a good friend of mine, Daniella. I call her Nellie though. If it weren't for them two, I'd probably have said 'Screw This' to the apocalypse."
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "John and Marissa Harper--both of whom are dead."
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: Petty Officer Second-Class Genevieve Lily-Marie Deveroux--she's the only sister I got, my sister in arms. We met during a rather heated Joint Op--that girl is bad-fuckin'-ASS."
Faithful Furry Companions: "Mila is my furry companion. I've had this girl for about...2 years now? I bought her as a kitten to keep me company in my down time. She's my best friend--and funnily enough, has a piss ass attitude towards most people. She likes Deveroux though!"

Mila:

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: "'The Ballad of Serenity' describes me pretty damn well. I know it's a song from a TV show, but it don't make it less true. You can't take the sky from me."
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
*<Assault Rifle>FN SCAR-L Mk 16 CQC [shotgun attachment and scope] (.556 mm)

*<handgun>M45 MEU SOC [Tactical Flashlight attachment] (.45 ACP)

* Combat Knife

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
"So you wanna know how I survived? You wanna know about me, a bit of who I am? Well alright then, I'll tell you. I'm a Force Recon, born and bred--like my dad before me, and his dad before him. I still don't know what happened to him though. He was called out on a mission, came back in a pine box--KIA, but nobody told me how. My mother was crushed, heartbroken even. Me and her, we got through it though. I was 9 and she was 37. Anyway, we were there for eachother, and with the two of us against the fuckin' world, well….we got close. She was my best damn friend, and though I never stopped thinkin' about dear ol' dad, I was able to move past it insomuch as anyone CAN move past such a thing. I still wear his tags around my neck when I'm not in the field. Sort of a memory to him, ya know? They won't let me take em in the field though, told me if I get killed they might mistake the names and serial numbers...what the fuck ever. You'd think they'd see "KIA" in the system and no the diff, but whatever.

Anyway, I knew when I stood lookin at that casket, watchin' my mom stare at the flag over draped over the coffin, that I'd follow in his footsteps. That I'd do what I always knew he wanted me to do--I'd join the Marines, and I'd do him proud. EVERYTHING I do, everything I've done to get here where I am today, is to honor his memory. He was a do or die man, and while I still don't know what the hell he did, I DO know he saved a lot of lives out there. And he died fighting. So if I can honor his memory, I damn sure will. *Turns gaze up to the ceiling, letting out a soft sigh* I know he's watching me, from somewhere. And watching over me. In fact, he's with my momma now, ya know--hand in hand. Thanks to the end of the world. She didn't survive the infected...the walkers, the zombies, whatever the hell you call em.

*sighs again, this one much more bitter, learning head back against the chair.* That was my goddamn greatest failure. I failed my mother. I failed to keep her alive, to look out for her, like my dad always told me to. THAT is something I gotta live with. It ain't my only failure, I'm Force Recon but I'm also human. But it was my biggest. I just hope as she's watchin' me from above with my dad, she forgives me for not being able to keep her alive. I umm…*swallows, hands balling into fists* I sure did a fuckin' A job keepin' myself alive, though. Heh, go figure that one out, yeah?

Anyway, 17 I early enlisted into the Marine Corps and I was top dog in bootcamp. *smirks a little* In fact, I got top scores in marksmanship, was told I had outstanding teamwork and leadership skills. But I'm most proud about my marksmanship. That right there--I know how to put a bullet in somethin' and I do it well. After bootcamp I was stationed overseas--in Alaska, go figure that shit out. Everyone else, they go to Germany or bumfuck Egypt or whatever. Me? I get sent to cold ass Alaska. Don't ask me why, cause I sure as hell don't know, but almost nobody was happy about that one. So I was a good little Marine, followed orders, upheld the Marine code, oorah, and at 20, tried out for Force Recon--guess what? I fuckin' made it. Training was hell, about the only tougher is Navy fuckin' SEALs. For the record, swimming is a bitch. I didn't grow up in no water state, so I ain't no natural born floater, though my Drill Sergeant called me a floater several times in training. Different meanin' though. So you might wanna know what I do, huh? I slip behind enemy lines. I collect intel, I see how many guys there are, how many gotta be killed, I sabotage if need be, I do whatever it is I'm told to do--and I get the job done. Me an' my team, we kick ass like all Marine's do. We're the first ones in, we report to the cleanup crew. And sometimes we get to do some major fun BLACK shit, let me tell ya--well, better not or I'd have to cap your ass.

Now I *can* tell you how I met my best friend. She's like a sister to me, and if somethin' were to happen to her, I honestly don't know how I'd take it. Not well, that's for sure. She's the best goddamn thing that's happened to me--my sister in arms. She's alright for a SEAL anyway *chuckles softly, faraway look in eyes* She's a good girl. It was a joint-field op--SEALs were on standby waiting for OUR asses to get some intel so they could make their fuckin' raid. Well, shit hit the fan, the damn bad-guys knew we were commin. It was a fuckin' ambush, and my squad was getting the shit kicked out of us. Navy SEALs to the rescue. Petty Officer Second-Class Genevieve Lily-Marie Deveroux….she saved my sorry ass that day. Took a goddamn bullet to the ass--the ASS I tell ya. I was limpin' tryin to hightail it out of there with my squad, got cornered by 5 fuckin guys, shootin' at me--cut off from my boys and fuck. Then I hear the sound of an M4, I see two of the bastards go down, meanwhile I'm in hand to hand combat with another of em--WITH A SHOT-UP ASS! Deveroux comes storming out of nowhere, throws her knife at one of the other guys about to cap me while I'm fighting his buddy, and then shoots his friend. I snapped the SOB's neck that was fighting me, and she helped haul me to safety. If she hadn't been there that day, I'd have been fucked. From that moment on, she and I were best of friends--always stayed in contact, wrote letters, sent emails, talked on the phone. Spent time together in our downtime--when we were in the same area.

As fortune would have it, we'd meet again shortly after the outbreak. Ironically enough, it was another joint op too. Only shit hit the fan (doesn't it always?). Long miserable story cut short, there was a zombie mob, a few fuckups, and she and I were one of few survivors. Another few fuckups and bad luck, it was just me, her, Mila, and Daxx. We decided it was for the best if we formed our own pack--and I got the one scar I go out of my way to show off--the one on my hand. She bit fucking HARD though, let me tell ya...felt like I got shot. That girl plays *rough* *gives a small wink and a smirk.* Anyway, we eventually found Cook County prison, and decided to play the good guys, helpin defend the civilians. Ain't we special? Seriously though, it's what we did before the outbreak, so hell...ain't much diff except most of the world has gone to shit. You wanted to know earlier who my secret crush was? if you can't guess after this story, you're deaf or fuckin' stupid. Take your pick.

How Some People Might See Me:

"How some people see me huh? Shit, I don't know. I'm Recon and we are used to bein' pretty quiet. I don't talk TOO much, but I'm sociable. I think people see me that way. I don't think they'd see me as the majorly outgoing type but I'm no pariah either. I DO think people see me as the tough guy, Alpha dog that most Spec-Ops are. They don't realize that we Recon guys avoid combat most of the time. Anyway, I think people see me as competitive, a team player, a leader. Wouldn't be Spec Ops if I wasn't, would I?

Standing Before a Mirror, I See:

"So in other words you want to know what I look like. That's fine, but there IS a picture...oh you want both?? Is this some kinda psych test or somethin'? OH give me the inkblots! I LOVE the inkblots! I once saw a….*coughs, clearing through* Nevermind. Onto my looks, right. So I am pretty effing short for a guy--about 5'9." I've got brown eyes, short cropped brown hair (we ain't called Jarheads for nothing), and...shit, what else can I tell you? A few tattoos. I'll show you some of those too. I'm Marine to the CORPS baby! Of course I got tats! I've got a wolf tattoo oh shit hang on

The Beast Within Me:

Snowball:

"My wolf, I jokingly call him Snowball, stands at about 4'3" and weighs in at around 170 lbs--maybe a bit more. To be honest, never decided to weigh myself in wolf form….might be kinda fun to do, if I can find a working scale. Anyway, description--yeah. Got sidetracked there. I have orange eyes--I'm the right hand to Deveroux, after all. Heh, she's definitely the Alpha though. I may be a bit bigger and outweigh her...but that doesn't mean much. She is one tough wolfie! Got kinda sidetracked again, didn't I? So, all white fur, orange eyes, and some mean fuckin' teeth. Don't get on my bad side, yeah?"

Photographed Picture of Myself:

Me:

Me Going Black:

Tattoos:

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:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: "My name is Lucinda Julianne Clarke."
Preferred Name // Nickname: "I've gone by many names. You're lucky to learn my real name, you know. Anyway, call me Cinda--I *hate* Luci."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I'm a bisexual female--one reason I made such a great spy. I knew how to play both sides…."
Years Since My Birth: "March 10th, 1981. I'm 33."
Also Knowing: "I've done fieldwork for the CIA for years; I've gone by many names, seen a lot of places. And yet, I've no place to call home."

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: "I don't have one."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Simply put, I want to survive as long as I can. Who knows, maybe I'll find my sister one day--if she's still alive."
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Grew up in an orphanage with my sis. I don't know my birth parents. Never was adopted, either."
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: "I have my sister...well, maybe. If she wasn't killed by the zombies...her name is Marissa Leanne Clark."
Faithful Furry Companions: "Sadly, I never owned any pets. The Orphanage didn't allow them, and my life as a spook was too unpredictable for that."

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me:

"Out of the Shadow" by Iron Maiden describes me pretty well...and all of us living in these times."

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

* MP5SD (9mm)

*Five-SeveN with Tactical knife and silencer (5.7×28mm)

*LHR Combat Knife

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:

"My training, pure and simple. Not to undermine my wolfish secret or anything, but I've spent a lot more time in human form. I know how to survive. I've been trained to infiltrate, to slip into a country with zero support, do what I have to do, and slip out without anyone even knowing I was there. Of course, I also have training in more...violent measures for survival. I used to be a member of the Army--four years later, I was in Delta-Force; i was the first woman to ever be recruited by the group. After serving in Delta doing various counter-terrorism ops, among other more "black" projects, the CIA recruited me. I spent a few years at Quantico, was trained in The Farm, and I became a working Field Agent. You might wonder what I did, what my missions where...let's just say, I've killed my fair share of people. It's a wonder my eyes aren't blue….

I don't talk much about my past beyond that. I grew up in an orphanage with my sister. You wanna know what happened to my parents, well...you're asking the wrong girl. My sis might've told you, but I won't. They're dead, that's all that matters. I got along well enough in the orphanage though, just me and Rissa, as I called her. We weren't the most popular where we grew up, got picked on by the other children. We never did get adopted--and my sister, being a year older than I am, left the orphanage first. When I was able to leave at 18, I managed to find her, she kept close tabs on me, even kept in contact. Soon as I was able to leave, I spent about 3 months living with Marissa….and then I joined the Army.

From there, well...it was the usual stuff. Excelled in bootcamp, made promotions rather quickly, ended up seeing combat in Iraq, proved myself...was offered a spot in Delta, and accepted...then operated in various ops around the world. Believe it or not, I was a sniper for the Delta Force, and those are some top spots. Yeah, I was that good a shot. Anyways, I was later recruited, as I said, but the CIA where I learned...other things. More covert things...Anyway, my last mission was in Afghanistan where I was...well I can't tell you that. But I was overseas in the sandbox, only not as a soldier. I was dark, if I got caught, government would deny that they even knew my name. I'd completed my mission, and came home just in time to witness the end of the world. Of course, my sis never knew what I did, she thought I was army Spec-ops. Had to tell her that, she wasn't even allowed to know I was Delta Force, let alone involved in the CIA as a spook. After the outbreak, I tried to find Rissa, but she wasn't at home. All I saw was blood. So much blood...could've been walker blood, I suppose. Might've been hers too. I don't know.

Ever since I saw the inside of her house that day...I wasn't the same. The one person left on the planet I cared about, probably dead. I vowed to find out what happened to her though. Every time I kill a walker, I look at their face first, just to be sure. JUST to know if it's her or not. I wonder what I'd do, if I found my sis among the walking dead...could I do it...could I end her life again? I hope it doesn't come to that...

How Some People Might See Me: "I'm dedicated, loyal, and short. I don't hesitate to do what I have to to finish a mission. Any mission. Back when I was a field agent, before all this shit went down, I was one of the best. That's not me being a narcissist, that's me being honest. When it comes to survival, I do what has to be done. And I will do *whatever* I have to do, to find my sister. I just hope she's still alive, and not one of...of them…"

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "I'm rather pale skinned and I have very light blue eyes. My hair is short and black, not quite down to my shoulders. I often cover the bottom of my face whenever I walk; makes my breathing harder to hear and I don't like people knowing who I am. Call it old habits. I've lived my life in the black, hiding my identity, blending in. Had to, or my sister would've been killed by some fucking asswipe terrorist a long time ago...I'm not overly tall, either, only about 5' 4" and I weigh in at about 130.

The Beast Within Me: "My beast, if you insist on calling her that, has bright violet eyes, grey and white fur, and is rather small for a wolfie, standing at 3' 11" at the shoulders. I call her, Verelle...

Verelle:

Photographed Picture of Myself:

Me:

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Full Birth-Given Name:

"The names Haven Grace"

Preferred Name // Nickname:

"Call me Haven, but if that doesnt suit you, Call me Grace"

Sexual Orientation & Gender:

"Uhh that's a bit of a strange question... I'm obviously female, and my orientation is Bisexual."

Years Since My Birth:

"I was born a good few years back, if I recall I'm about 25 now, and soon be turning 26!"

Also Knowing:

"A few things to know about me is my accent, It's a strange mixture of Russian and American."

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One:

"Last crush I had was about.....In high school!"

My One and Only Reason For Existing:

"The best reason I have for living is to remember the fallen, and have a damn good time doing it!"

Those Who Brought Me Into This World:

"I get my Russian accent from my mother, Casandra. As for my father, his name was Benjamin, but don't worry he v'ent by Ben. I got my American accent from him."

Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me:

"Uh, nope don't have one.

Faithful Furry Companions:

"I had a horse once...it died..."

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me:

"Uh that's a hard one, maybe I should think about that...."

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

Heckler & Koch HK 417
FN GP35

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:

"You v'anna hear my story huh? Normally I'd tell you the v'hole thing- but as you can tell the v'orlds going to hell so I'll sum it up for you.

I was born in Moscow, and raised up by a Russian mother and American father. I did fairly well in school, rarely getting low grades, and was extremely v'ell at volleyball. Like my mother was, I v'anted to be in the KGB, so that's what I did. I joined up at the top of my class, being a natural at shooting and hand to hand combat. Through the program, I did well, matching most or beating most of the other females. Half way though the program, I messed up, accidentally shooting a fellow trainee in the leg, with what was supposed to be blanks. Kicked from the program, some special individuals saw my potential and took me under their wing, and I was forced into the Spetznas program. I did alright, and soon like the program was supposed to teach us, I learned to enjoy pain. At the end of the program I was so excited for my success, but by the next day, my mother passed away. In his grief, my father v'ent back to America, but I was forced to stay in Russia due to my job. Finally I got a break and flew down with some of my equipment to show off to my father and his new girl, but by the time I got there the apocalypse had basically begun."

How Some People Might See Me:

"I've been called a flirt, funny, annoying, childish, unmature, mature, caring, kind, and occasionally a smartass. I'm rarely in a bad mood, but v'hen I am, I'm in a horrible one."

Standing Before a Mirror, I See:

"I have a slim built, v'eighing about 128 pounds at 5'7. I have light blue eyes, long curly brown hair, and paleish skin. I don't have any noticeable tattoo's or scars, but I do have a nasty bruise on my leg!"

The Beast Within Me:

"My beast outta be a cat or somethin'...." ​