The Walking Dead [closed!]

[King]

Summary:
This is a Roleplay involving the Canon WD universe with the characters plus OCs. It's loosely based in season four, but canon characters can be anybody from season one to five, adapted to the current situation. Their main aim is to secure a safe living space for their community.

PLOT:
This is what I thought we could formulate together after we create characters. I'm having a little bit of writers block!

Setting:

Set in the prison. It has been about a year since the apocalypse started, many herds are around. Most characters have a cell to themselves, and have had a month to settle into their new home. People have begun planting and growing crops, and they have a water pump. Life is fairly secure, for now.

Rules:
1. Iwaku rules apply.
2. No GMming - Your character would probably not be able to take down thirty walkers with their fists.
3. Romance is awesome! But take your sex to PM - None here!
4. See a character you'd like yours to have some sort of special relationship with? PM the player first!
5. Please be realistic! No magical animal-demon-Goddess-Anime-Neko girl business.
6. Your character may die! If you want to leave the RP, ask OOC for them to die/go missing. I will PM you if I think it's the right time for them to go - You can make a new character to join if yours dies!
7. If you actually spent time reading all these tedious rules - In your character sheet, link them a theme song - Something you think describes your character.
8. Don't do the thing where you play the canon you want your OC to be totally in love with - it makes it harder for us to RP with you!
9. At least one or two paragraphs for each character - Give us something to work off!
10. Have fun! Try not to get to serious, it is only a RP! c:

Character Sheet [OC]:
[You can play up to TWO OCs.]
Name:
Age:
[17+]
Past Occupation:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
[No Anime/Artwork - Real images please!]
Personality:
History:
[Just a brief look into their life.]
Skills + Items:
[Make it realistic, your OC isn't carrying 19 different guns in their backpack.]

Character Sheet[Canon]:
[You can play up to TWO Canons.]
Name:
Age:
[Cannot find it? Use the actor's age if you'd like!]
Past Occupation:
[Cannot find it? Make something up/Leave it blank!]
Sexuality:
[This is hard to tell - Make something up that fits!]
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
[Put whatever you can find - Leave it blank!]
Skills + Items:

Accepted Characters:
1. Rivka Daham // Marine Physical Trainer // Ay-Ex
2. Rick Grimes // Deputy Sheriff // Ay-Ex
3. Shane Walsh // Deputy Sheriff // Freamon
4. Carl Grimes // Teen // Dipper
5. Jason Woods // Dog walker // Freamon
6. Breanne Grace Scott // Student // Brea
7. Clarissa Riley Scott // Med Student // Brea
8. Raider Darwen // Reporter // Finhawk
9. Hershel Greene // Farmer/Vet // Finhawk
10. Quinnel Samuel Hunt //Mechanic // Foxtrot
11. Glenn Rhee // Pizza Delivery // LagunaFairTribal
12. Michonne // Stay at Home mom // Foxtrot
13. Daryl Dixon // Drifter // Axy
14. : Carol Peletier // Housewife // GoodEveningClarice
15. Shiloh "Shy" Vesper // Guitarist // GoodEveningClarice
Ask if you have questions!​

 

[King]

Name:
Rivka 'Riv' Dahan

Age:
27

Past Occupation:
Physical trainer in Marines

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Appearance:

Riv is 5ft8 and is in very good shape - Due to her job. Her hair is nearly always tied up and out of the way. She wears khaki pants, a white tank top, a thick black jacket and black boots.


Personality:
She is a very loyal character, hard-working and hot-headed. She can come across as uncooperative and stubborn, often thinking her way of things are the best. She doesn't like to be questioned, especially about her past. She can come across as quite tough and mean when under pressure. Around others, she'll try her best to listen to the leader but will stand by her opinions. However, when she's made friends, she'll stick by them loyally and won't be found betraying anybody. She's a tomboy and will take every chance to prove herself to others.

History:
She was born in Israel to a mechanic and an unemployed wife. She had an older brother, Elias, but he was tragically killed in a suicide bombing when she was 8. Her father was also killed in the attack. At 10 her and her mother had moved to America and now she has a confirmed US citizenship but still holds a duel passport. She was an average-bright school student and majored in physical education. When she was 19 she began working in a gym. At 24 she finally joined the marines, first as a commando, then she moved careers to a physical trainer. At 25 she lost her mother to cancer.

Skills + Items:
Two Glock 19's
Two Flash bang grenades
One Hunting knife

Ability to use several firearms accurately
Above average Hand to hand combat
High self control and discipline
High level of fitness

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Name:
Rick Grimes

Age:
35

Past Occupation:
King County Sheriff's Department as a sheriff's deputy.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

Personality:
Rick is typically calm, smart, a good friend and father, but will often stubbornly cling to his personal strong moral code, which has resulted in numerous bad calls and extra stress within the group. Rick's greatest fault, perhaps, is his uncanny ability to place responsibility on himself and set for himself goals that are impossible to reach. Despite his faults, his combat skill and general care for all members of the group have led him to be looked up to, and allowed him to take the leadership role within the group.

History:
Rick and Shane were childhood friends, with Rick being the more subdued individual. He had few girlfriends during his years of high school, in contrast to Shane who was always the center of attraction to girls. He and Shane both went to college together for police administration and became sheriff deputies at the King Count Sheriff's Department. He and Lori met at a young age and after dating for a short amount of time, married and had a son named Carl. They lived as a family in a typical suburban neighborhood.

Skills + Items:
Colt Python .357 Magnum revolver
Glock 17 – 9x19mm
Two hunting knives

highly skilled with several weapons
high level of leadership
Moderate Hand-to-Hand combat
Good with other people

​

 

[Brea]

Definitely interested! I'd like to make two characters (at least), but do not have the time right now. I should have my characters up by late tomorrow ♥

 

[Freamon]

I plan on making a non-canon character as well, but I hope he's okay.

Name: Shane Walsh

Age: 34

Past Occupation: Sheriff's Deputy

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/fury-jon-bernthal-2.jpg

Personality: Shane adapted to the new, brutal way of life far more quickly than most other survivors. As a pack leader he took an aggressive, dominant role; one that a year or so in the future would be more or less the norm for any survivor but at the time was deemed frightening or even crazy by most of his peers. Shane did nothing to combat the others fears of him or to reassure them, slowly becoming more and more unhinged as time passed and tensions between he and Lori rose ever higher. When he drifted from the group in a rare and crucial moment of clarity he knew he was doing what was best. It was extremely difficult, but if he didn't make that move he knew the road they were on wouldn't end anywhere good. Out on the road alone Shane grew ever more vicious. Without the justification of protecting his surrogate family Shane slowly accepted responsibility for his own mentality and actions, growing into the survivalist role and surviving simply to survive. Today Shane has little reason for living but does so anyway, scavenging, robbing and occasionally killing people to survive. He is estranged, apathetic and ruthless, but focused and ready to begin again.

History: After the escape from the CDC Building Shane, in a rare moment of clarity fled from the group. He was ashamed of what had been going on, ashamed of what had nearly happened with Lori and increasingly guilty about the thoughts he had been having when it came to Rick. Fearing the outcome if he stayed he wrote a note explaining everything that had happened to Rick and planted it before leaving in the guise of scouting a gas station. Since leaving Shane has done little but survive. He has scavenged, robbed and killed a number of other survivors and grown increasingly brutal in his dealings with others. It is after all this time that Shane finally came across the prison. Through his scope in the tree line he saw Carol. After a time Daryl and then finally Rick. Would things be better now? Would he be able to keep himself together? He didn't really care. He just needed something to live for after all this time.

Skills + Items:

Skilled with all manner of firearms.
Pragmatic and quick thinking.
Unarmed Combat – Shane combines brute force with ruthless efficiency to dispatch enemies as quickly as possible.

Winchester Model 70
Glock 19
Bowie Knife

 

[Dipper]

I love the Walking Dead, comics and tv, so I had to try this!

Name:
Carl Grimes.

Age:
14.

Past Occupation:
None.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Appearance:

Personality:
Carl's innocence and naivety went with his open and fresh view on the world-- down the drain and never to be seen again. He's grown calloused and closed off, maturing in the wrong direction and ending up colder than a kid his age should be. He often acts and reacts before he thinks, and judges quickly.

In that way, Carl isn't very forgiving, nor is he very forgetful of the face of someone who's wronged him in the past. He's long to hold a grudge, and even longer to figure out trust; trust isn't something people come by in the apocalypse, and Carl has learned that the hard way.


History:
Carl went to school like all the other kids and grew up with a fascination for his father's line of work-- the "Little Sheriff's Boy" to his teachers. His mother on the other hand was a staunchly against his interest in joining the force, and thus Carl didn't truly learn to wield any kind of weapon until a few months into the apocalypse. Carl doesn't have a whole lot of history before the apocalypse, and had only a few true friends that were lost long before heading to Georgia.

Skills + Items:

Practical. Highly logical thinker.
Independent (considering his age).
Basic survival skills.

Beretta 92FS - hand-made suppressor.​

 

[King]

I plan on making a non-canon character as well, but I hope he's okay.

Name: Shane Walsh

Age: 34

Past Occupation: Sheriff's Deputy

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/fury-jon-bernthal-2.jpg

Personality: Shane adapted to the new, brutal way of life far more quickly than most other survivors. As a pack leader he took an aggressive, dominant role; one that a year or so in the future would be more or less the norm for any survivor but at the time was deemed frightening or even crazy by most of his peers. Shane did nothing to combat the others fears of him or to reassure them, slowly becoming more and more unhinged as time passed and tensions between he and Lori rose ever higher. When he drifted from the group in a rare and crucial moment of clarity he knew he was doing what was best. It was extremely difficult, but if he didn't make that move he knew the road they were on wouldn't end anywhere good. Out on the road alone Shane grew ever more vicious. Without the justification of protecting his surrogate family Shane slowly accepted responsibility for his own mentality and actions, growing into the survivalist role and surviving simply to survive. Today Shane has little reason for living but does so anyway, scavenging, robbing and occasionally killing people to survive. He is estranged, apathetic and ruthless, but focused and ready to begin again.

History: After the escape from the CDC Building Shane, in a rare moment of clarity fled from the group. He was ashamed of what had been going on, ashamed of what had nearly happened with Lori and increasingly guilty about the thoughts he had been having when it came to Rick. Fearing the outcome if he stayed he wrote a note explaining everything that had happened to Rick and planted it before leaving in the guise of scouting a gas station. Since leaving Shane has done little but survive. He has scavenged, robbed and killed a number of other survivors and grown increasingly brutal in his dealings with others. It is after all this time that Shane finally came across the prison. Through his scope in the tree line he saw Carol. After a time Daryl and then finally Rick. Would things be better now? Would he be able to keep himself together? He didn't really care. He just needed something to live for after all this time.

Skills + Items:

Skilled with all manner of firearms.
Pragmatic and quick thinking.
Unarmed Combat – Shane combines brute force with ruthless efficiency to dispatch enemies as quickly as possible.

Winchester Model 70
Glock 19
Bowie Knife

Accepted!

I love the Walking Dead, comics and tv, so I had to try this!

Name:
Carl Grimes.

Age:
14.

Past Occupation:
None.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Appearance:

Personality:
With Carl's innocence and naivety went with his open and fresh view on the world-- down the drain and never to be seen again. He's grown calloused and closed off, maturing in the wrong direction and ending up colder than a kid his age should be. He often acts and reacts before he thinks, and judges quickly.

In that way, Carl isn't very forgiving, nor is he very forgetful of the face of someone who's wronged him in the past. He's long to hold a grudge, and even longer to figure out trust; trust isn't something people come by in the apocalypse, and Carl has learned that the hard way.


History:
Carl went to school like all the other kids and grew up with a fascination for his father's line of work-- the "Little Sheriff's Boy" to his teachers. His mother on the other hand was a staunchly against his interest in joining the force, and thus Carl didn't truly learn to wield any kind of weapon until a few months into the apocalypse. Carl doesn't have a whole lot of history before the apocalypse, and had only a few true friends that were lost long before heading to Georgia.

Skills + Items:

Practical. Highly logical thinker.
Independent (considering his age).
Basic survival skills.

Beretta 92FS - hand-made suppressor.​

Accepted!

 

[Dipper]

Took me forever to find a song I thought would be interesting for Carl. Put it up there.

 

[Freamon]

I forgot about the song whilst writing but I've finally found and edited one in I thought was fitting.

 

[King]

Really good song choices! They fit so well~~

 

[Freamon]

Thanks. ​

Name:
Asher Marston

Age:
22

Past Occupation:
Bouncer/Muscle

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'8

Weight:
170lb

Appearance

Personality:

Asher is intelligent, competent and if this were before the outbreak, criminally-inclined. He simply wasn't built for the old world. He questions everything and tended to see frustrating bullshit everywhere he looked. He despises hypocrisy and politics and doesn't like to do or even speak on things without thinking on them thoroughly. Due to his apathetic nature he questions the honesty of other people's empathy, not quite being able to wrap his head around how someone could feel so much for something they know so little about despite his intelligence. He tends to be quite cynical, believing that the best plans come from planning for the worst. Despite this he doesn't hate or even think the worst of people; he believes them to be just like the world – with good and bad all mixed together.

History

Asher grew up in Atlanta, spending most of his life in the system and never really liking life all that much. He was generally apathetic towards everything from the public school system, to college and to getting a job. From a young age he thought it stupid that people traded so much of their lives for pretty little pieces of paper. Practically the only thing he ever really cared about what his elder sister, Maria. Maria looked after him and taught him what little he could about surviving on his own.

A little later on however it tended to be Asher educating his older sister instead. Asher kept quiet and stepped back whereas Maria would blindly step into trouble. She was outgoing where Asher was reserved, she valued wealth where Asher valued knowledge and worst of all she was impulsive where she should have been careful. They both taught each other a lot. When Maria left care at the age of eighteen Asher struggled a little, but was thankful when he left himself a year later and she allowed him to move in with her for a time. It proved stressful however. Not only was Maria still annoyingly carefree but she also dived into the world, getting a job and adjusting reasonably well. Asher couldn't hide his jealousy or disappointment. Chasing money his whole life was his worst nightmare yet he didn't possess the determination to find a different path.

Reluctantly he gave in and got a job, becoming a bouncer at a local club his sister bar tended at. The one job wasn't enough for him however and he started acting as muscle for the owner on the side, making sure whatever dealers were selling in the club were actually meant to be there. Sometimes it required doing things Asher wasn't exactly overjoyed about. Punishing and taxing dealers mostly, but sometimes things went further. Asher was too deep in his pit of apathy to change all that much though. It was only when his sister was killed in retaliation for his beating of a dealer that he snapped out of it, albeit into an even deeper pit of anger.

After tracking down and viciously beating the dealer once again Asher found out what he needed to know and soon formulated a plan. He knocked the small time drug pusher unconscious with blows from his fists and boot heel. He left the man's apartment uncertain of whether or not he had killed him. Heading home and retrieving a Glock 17 Maria had foolishly decided to keep as home protection Asher went to the location he had been given. He leaned against the wall down the from the killers house early in the morning and waited for a man to come out. When one did he was dressed in a surprisingly cheap looking suit.

Asher called his supposed number, walking down the road towards him. When his phone rang Asher pulled the handgun from his waistband and called the man from behind. Raising the pistol and squeezing the trigger as he turned, shooting the man in the chest. As he fell back Asher's eyes fell on the glinting badge on his chest. He was a detective. A Narco, funnily enough. Cursing, Asher quickly sprinted away, running for close to an hour before dumping the weapon down a storm drain and going home. Over the next year or so Asher waited and waited for the cops to bust down his door. He watched the news coverage about the murdered cop on T.V for close to a week. Nothing ever came though. Nothing except the supposed apocalypse.

Skills:

Hand to hand combat, especially when using his fists, his hatchet or other small bladed weapons.
Improvisation. Asher is skilled at taking what is at hand and making it useful.
Tactician. Asher has a knack for thinking a step ahead, making him very useful in dangerous situations.
Asher is always open minded; thriving on taking in and developing new ideas.


Items:

VP9
Courier Bag
Hatchet
Notebook
Pack of Pencils
Numerous Books​

 

[King]

Thanks. ​

Name:
Asher Marston

Age:
22

Past Occupation:
Bouncer/Muscle

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'8

Weight:
170lb

Appearance

Personality:

Asher is intelligent, competent and if this were before the outbreak, criminally-inclined. He simply wasn't built for the old world. He questions everything and tended to see frustrating bullshit everywhere he looked. He despises hypocrisy and politics and doesn't like to do or even speak on things without thinking on them thoroughly. Due to his apathetic nature he questions the honesty of other people's empathy, not quite being able to wrap his head around how someone could feel so much for something they know so little about despite his intelligence. He tends to be quite cynical, believing that the best plans come from planning for the worst. Despite this he doesn't hate or even think the worst of people; he believes them to be just like the world – with good and bad all mixed together.

History

Asher grew up in Atlanta, spending most of his life in the system and never really liking life all that much. He was generally apathetic towards everything from the public school system, to college and to getting a job. From a young age he thought it stupid that people traded so much of their lives for pretty little pieces of paper. Practically the only thing he ever really cared about what his elder sister, Maria. Maria looked after him and taught him what little he could about surviving on his own.

A little later on however it tended to be Asher educating his older sister instead. Asher kept quiet and stepped back whereas Maria would blindly step into trouble. She was outgoing where Asher was reserved, she valued wealth where Asher valued knowledge and worst of all she was impulsive where she should have been careful. They both taught each other a lot. When Maria left care at the age of eighteen Asher struggled a little, but was thankful when he left himself a year later and she allowed him to move in with her for a time. It proved stressful however. Not only was Maria still annoyingly carefree but she also dived into the world, getting a job and adjusting reasonably well. Asher couldn't hide his jealousy or disappointment. Chasing money his whole life was his worst nightmare yet he didn't possess the determination to find a different path.

Reluctantly he gave in and got a job, becoming a bouncer at a local club his sister bar tended at. The one job wasn't enough for him however and he started acting as muscle for the owner on the side, making sure whatever dealers were selling in the club were actually meant to be there. Sometimes it required doing things Asher wasn't exactly overjoyed about. Punishing and taxing dealers mostly, but sometimes things went further. Asher was too deep in his pit of apathy to change all that much though. It was only when his sister was killed in retaliation for his beating of a dealer that he snapped out of it, albeit into an even deeper pit of anger.

After tracking down and viciously beating the dealer once again Asher found out what he needed to know and soon formulated a plan. He knocked the small time drug pusher unconscious with blows from his fists and boot heel. He left the man's apartment uncertain of whether or not he had killed him. Heading home and retrieving a Glock 17 Maria had foolishly decided to keep as home protection Asher went to the location he had been given. He leaned against the wall down the from the killers house early in the morning and waited for a man to come out. When one did he was dressed in a surprisingly cheap looking suit.

Asher called his supposed number, walking down the road towards him. When his phone rang Asher pulled the handgun from his waistband and called the man from behind. Raising the pistol and squeezing the trigger as he turned, shooting the man in the chest. As he fell back Asher's eyes fell on the glinting badge on his chest. He was a detective. A Narco, funnily enough. Cursing, Asher quickly sprinted away, running for close to an hour before dumping the weapon down a storm drain and going home. Over the next year or so Asher waited and waited for the cops to bust down his door. He watched the news coverage about the murdered cop on T.V for close to a week. Nothing ever came though. Nothing except the supposed apocalypse.

Skills:

Hand to hand combat, especially when using his fists, his hatchet or other small bladed weapons.
Improvisation. Asher is skilled at taking what is at hand and making it useful.
Tactician. Asher has a knack for thinking a step ahead, making him very useful in dangerous situations.
Asher is always open minded; thriving on taking in and developing new ideas.


Items:

VP9
Courier Bag
Hatchet
Notebook
Pack of Pencils
Numerous Books​

Accepted! He's great!

 

[Brea]

Color Ref: ff006f
"Every storm runs out of rain, Just like every dark night turns into day."

Name:
"I prefer to be called Brea."
. Breanne Grace Scott .

Age:
"Old enough to take care of myself."
. 17 .

Past Occupation:
"Does being a highschool student count?"
. Didn't really have a job- but she babysat sometimes .

Sexuality:
"Straight, thanks for asking."
. Heterosexual .

Personality:
"Geez, buy me a drink first."
. Breanne has always been a very honest and very straight forward person. She doesn't really like to beat-around-the-bush, because she feels like it's just a waste of time. Some people mistake her for being a bitch because she can be too honest, but she just doesn't like to lie. She's very protective towards the people she loves. Because she is adopted, she doesn't see family as blood, but instead as the people she cares about. Since the world has gone to shit she's been working on letting the people she cares about how much they mean to her, but her shyness often prevents herself from truly showing them. She'll never initiate a conversation with someone she doesn't know. Since she doesn't really talk much (to strangers at least) she is very observative. Sh just notices things that some others don't. Brea is also empathetic- meaning she can understand how other people feel. She's very smart, though she rarely shows it, and very confident with herself. However, she's extremely clumsy, sarcastic, and tends to be a bit awkward in some situations. Oh, and she's got quite a temper on her, so it's probably best to not intentionally piss her off. She is one to hold a grudge.

History:
"You're not really interested in the sob story that is my past."
. Breanne was born in New York, New York. Or, she's pretty sure anyways. No one knows for sure. When she was just an infant she was left on the doorstep of a local orphanage. The doctors estimated that she was at least a week old, but they had no record of hr in any of their systems. Growing up, Brea was passed around several foster homes. Whenever she was adopted she'd be returned within the first two months. "She has some anger management issue's," her former parent's would say. Or, "You said she's smart for her age, but all she's done is break things and back talk adults." After so many times of being brought back, Breanne realized that she just wasn't destined to have a family. She stated acting out, because if they were just going to return her... what was the point of trying to make them like her. Then, at age twelve, she was adopted by the Scott family. This was strange to her, because it was rare for children to be adopted past the age they learned to walk, much less a few years before they go to High School. Plus, the administrators would have surly told the parents of her past- which should have been enough to scare anyone away. Nevertheless, she acted as she always did when they got to her newest temporary home. But, things were different this time. No matter how bad she was, the parents were patient and they never once mentioned taking her back. Even their daughter, Clarissa, treated her differently. Treated her like she was a sister, rather than just somebody who would be gone in a few weeks. One day Breanne was being bullied from a couple of girls from school, and they began to push her around. Clarissa walked by, saw the thing, and jumped in immediately. Clary ended up getting into a fist fight, and she didn't exactly come out on top- but, she did earn the love and trust of Breanne. That day everything changed. Brea realized that she had actually found a family.

Skills :
"Ummmm..."
. She's very observative .
. Quick learner .
. Doesn't let her emotions get in the way of things .
. Good with computers .
. Very persuasive .
. Great with troubled kids, since she was one .

Items:
"Let me just check and see here...."
. A black and pink Nike backpack.
. A pink water bottle .
. A kakhi tench coat .
. A large machete .
. Some socks, bra's and underwear .
. A picture o the Scott Family .
. A notepad and some colored pens- she likes to draw .
. Some crackers .
. A necklace- Mrs. Scott bought it or her on her first 'brithday'.
. A whistle .
. Some Books .
. A pillow and a sleeping bag .
. A small pistol .

Theme Song:
"I wouldn't call it a theme song, but there is this one song I've always loved...It's really fitting now that life is an actual nightmare."

 

[Brea]

Color Ref: 8000ff
"Death's gotta be easy, cause life is hard."

Name:
"You can call me Clary. Everyone does."
. Clarissa Riley Scott .

Age:
"Just became the legal age for drinking. Not that it matters anymore."
. 21 .

Past Occupation:
"Nothing too fancy, really."
. Waitress at a local restaurant-Studying to be a doctor .

Sexuality:
"Seriously? The wolds gone to shit and you think I'm worried about getting a boyfriend?"
. Heterosexual .

Personality:
"How bout you get to know me, huh?"
. Clarissa is a very brave and very thoughtful young girl. She thinks everything through before she acts. She's careful and flexible- both physically and mentally. Clary can be pretty insecure sometimes, because she hates feeling weak. She's constantly pushing herself over the edge. But, she's never let anyone see her when she breaks down- not even Brea. Clary likes to be involved, but sometimes has trouble taking orders. She's rather be the leader than a follower. Whatever she does she works hard, because she believes if you're not going to get the job done the first time you might as well not do it. She's often very calm and patient, but doesn't put up with any bullshit. Even when she's upset and 'yelling' her voice is soft and steady. She likes to feel useful. Clary can be very reserved, but she didn't used to be that way. It started the same time her parents died in the apocalypse- she doesn't want to loose anyone she loves ever again. Which is why she will protect Brea at all costs, and won't let anyone else into her heart. She can be very creative, extremely stubborn, and a bit of a control freak. She often says what she doesn't mean, and takes everything that is said to her directly to the heart. She's very sensitive, but she'll never let others see this side of her. She covers it up with rude remarks and eye rolling.

History:
"I really don't think we have enough time for this. We could be doing something productive, ya know."
. Clary had always been popular among her peers, even at a young age. She made several friends in elementary, only to the list grow larger in her middle school and high school years. She was even captain of the cheer team, and did gymnastics on the summers. Clary even took archery classes sometimes, she really loved those. When her parents told her they were going to adopt another girl, she was very upset. She expected them to come home with some baby that was going to take up all their time. Having been an only child for sixteen years. So, imagine her surprise when they brought home a girl only four years younger than herself. She was relieved, despite how bratty and rude the new child was. Still, no matter how means he was to her, Clarissa tried to show her new sister that she was going to stay with them forever. Her parents had always liked a challenge, which was probably why they chose such a troubled child. Her and Breanne did not get along until Brea's freshman year (her senior year) when she stood up against some juniors who were bullying Brea. Clary had never been in a fight before, so she expected to be in a world of trouble when she got home. But, her parents took her out for ice cream instead, to her great relief. After the fight Brea took a great liking to her, and the two girls became practically inseparable. They did everything together. Even when Clary went off to college to be a doctor she spent every weekend with her younger sister. When the apocalypse broke out the family managed to get out of the city safely, with a few personal items. Things were going pretty well, until one night their camp was invaded by walkers. Breanne got to the trunk safely, but their parent's were nowhere to be seen. She found her parents being eaten, and when they saw her they yelled for her to kill them. She slaughtered the walker munching on their insides, and then put and arrow in each of their brains. When she made it back to the truck she only told Brea that she couldn't find them, but they had to get out of there. To this day, she hasn't told Brea the truth.

Skills :
"Define the kind of 'skills' you mean."
. She took boxing for a while, so she can fight .
. Good shot- with a bow and arrow or a gun .
. Fast thinker .
. Extremely flexible .
. Can hunt .
. Was two years away from being a doctor, so he knows some medical stuff .
. Can cook .
. Is light on her feet .

Items:
"What's it to you? This is my private shit."
. Their parents car- a 2012 Avalanche .
. A purple Nike backpack .
. A pillow and a sleeping bag .
. A black leather jacket .
. Some black leather gloves .
. A few changes of clothing .
. A lantern .
. Some hair-ties and a brush .
. A purple water bottle .
. A bow and arrow .
. A small pistol .
. A picture of her family (from before they got Brea) .
. A picture of her and Brea the day she graduated .

Theme Song:
"Theme song? What are we, five?"

 

[Finhawk]

Name:
Raider Darwen

Age:
25

Past Occupation:
Reporter

Sexuality:
Asexual

Appearance:

Personality:
Raider is usually calm and collected and only opens his mouth when he deems it necessary and he has something worth saying. He can be painfully objective and reasonable to the point where he seems like an emotionless bastard, which isn't quite true. He simply isn't good at expressing himself nor does he really want to let people know what he feels. Raider is quite the quick thinker and prefers to analyze any situation properly before making any rash decisions. However, if he's under a lot of pressure or rushed, he'll get agitated and making decisions becomes an almost impossible task. The man also has a tendency to question himself and every action he ever takes. That being said, when he's angered, Raider seems to turn into a whole different person. When he sees red, all logical thought seems to fly out of the window and he'll act almost purely on impulse. Thankfully, patience is one of his virtues and he's not that easy to piss off.

History:
As a kid, Raider was quite the nuisance along with his twin brother Kai and the two usually got each other in trouble more often than not. The two were basically inseparable and they tended to bring out the worst in each other, which eventually lead to their teachers putting them in different classes in school and it worked to an extend. The two were calmer by themselves and the school days became a bit easier for everyone. However, that didn't stop the two from getting stupid ideas outside of school. As teenagers, one of those stupid ideas resulted in Raider ending up in a hospital bed and Kai six feet under.
The remaining boy went on with his life but he was never quite the same, the once lively troublemaker became more or less apathetic. The loss didn't prevent Raider from graduating or getting a job but his life was more or less boring. Until the dead started walking and snacking on the living, that is. Raider was able to keep himself alive in the chaos but he wasn't able to contact his parents and he never learned what had happened to them. He ended up settling into different groups of survivors but most of them didn't stick together for long. Whether it was because of walkers or conflicts between people, Raider always ended up on his own for a while before coming across more survivors and eventually, he stumbled upon the prison.

Skills:
>Quick and logical thinker.
>Observant of his surroundings.
>Fast runner

Items:
>Gray backpack
>Few spare clothes
>Small flashlight
>Matchbox with seven matches left
>Pocket knife
>GLOCK 42 .380

​

 

[King]

Color Ref: ff006f
"Every storm runs out of rain, Just like every dark night turns into day."

Name:
"I prefer to be called Brea."
. Breanne Grace Scott .

Age:
"Old enough to take care of myself."
. 17 .

Past Occupation:
"Does being a highschool student count?"
. Didn't really have a job- but she babysat sometimes .

Sexuality:
"Straight, thanks for asking."
. Heterosexual .

Personality:
"Geez, buy me a drink first."
. Breanne has always been a very honest and very straight forward person. She doesn't really like to beat-around-the-bush, because she feels like it's just a waste of time. Some people mistake her for being a bitch because she can be too honest, but she just doesn't like to lie. She's very protective towards the people she loves. Because she is adopted, she doesn't see family as blood, but instead as the people she cares about. Since the world has gone to shit she's been working on letting the people she cares about how much they mean to her, but her shyness often prevents herself from truly showing them. She'll never initiate a conversation with someone she doesn't know. Since she doesn't really talk much (to strangers at least) she is very observative. Sh just notices things that some others don't. Brea is also empathetic- meaning she can understand how other people feel. She's very smart, though she rarely shows it, and very confident with herself. However, she's extremely clumsy, sarcastic, and tends to be a bit awkward in some situations. Oh, and she's got quite a temper on her, so it's probably best to not intentionally piss her off. She is one to hold a grudge.

History:
"You're not really interested in the sob story that is my past."
. Breanne was born in New York, New York. Or, she's pretty sure anyways. No one knows for sure. When she was just an infant she was left on the doorstep of a local orphanage. The doctors estimated that she was at least a week old, but they had no record of hr in any of their systems. Growing up, Brea was passed around several foster homes. Whenever she was adopted she'd be returned within the first two months. "She has some anger management issue's," her former parent's would say. Or, "You said she's smart for her age, but all she's done is break things and back talk adults." After so many times of being brought back, Breanne realized that she just wasn't destined to have a family. She stated acting out, because if they were just going to return her... what was the point of trying to make them like her. Then, at age twelve, she was adopted by the Scott family. This was strange to her, because it was rare for children to be adopted past the age they learned to walk, much less a few years before they go to High School. Plus, the administrators would have surly told the parents of her past- which should have been enough to scare anyone away. Nevertheless, she acted as she always did when they got to her newest temporary home. But, things were different this time. No matter how bad she was, the parents were patient and they never once mentioned taking her back. Even their daughter, Clarissa, treated her differently. Treated her like she was a sister, rather than just somebody who would be gone in a few weeks. One day Breanne was being bullied from a couple of girls from school, and they began to push her around. Clarissa walked by, saw the thing, and jumped in immediately. Clary ended up getting into a fist fight, and she didn't exactly come out on top- but, she did earn the love and trust of Breanne. That day everything changed. Brea realized that she had actually found a family.

Skills :
"Ummmm..."
. She's very observative .
. Quick learner .
. Doesn't let her emotions get in the way of things .
. Good with computers .
. Very persuasive .
. Great with troubled kids, since she was one .

Items:
"Let me just check and see here...."
. A black and pink Nike backpack.
. A pink water bottle .
. A kakhi tench coat .
. A large machete .
. Some socks, bra's and underwear .
. A picture o the Scott Family .
. A notepad and some colored pens- she likes to draw .
. Some crackers .
. A necklace- Mrs. Scott bought it or her on her first 'brithday'.
. A whistle .
. Some Books .
. A pillow and a sleeping bag .
. A small pistol .

Theme Song:
"I wouldn't call it a theme song, but there is this one song I've always loved...It's really fitting now that life is an actual nightmare."

Color Ref: 8000ff
"Death's gotta be easy, cause life is hard."

Name:
"You can call me Clary. Everyone does."
. Clarissa Riley Scott .

Age:
"Just became the legal age for drinking. Not that it matters anymore."
. 21 .

Past Occupation:
"Nothing too fancy, really."
. Waitress at a local restaurant-Studying to be a doctor .

Sexuality:
"Seriously? The wolds gone to shit and you think I'm worried about getting a boyfriend?"
. Heterosexual .

Personality:
"How bout you get to know me, huh?"
. Clarissa is a very brave and very thoughtful young girl. She thinks everything through before she acts. She's careful and flexible- both physically and mentally. Clary can be pretty insecure sometimes, because she hates feeling weak. She's constantly pushing herself over the edge. But, she's never let anyone see her when she breaks down- not even Brea. Clary likes to be involved, but sometimes has trouble taking orders. She's rather be the leader than a follower. Whatever she does she works hard, because she believes if you're not going to get the job done the first time you might as well not do it. She's often very calm and patient, but doesn't put up with any bullshit. Even when she's upset and 'yelling' her voice is soft and steady. She likes to feel useful. Clary can be very reserved, but she didn't used to be that way. It started the same time her parents died in the apocalypse- she doesn't want to loose anyone she loves ever again. Which is why she will protect Brea at all costs, and won't let anyone else into her heart. She can be very creative, extremely stubborn, and a bit of a control freak. She often says what she doesn't mean, and takes everything that is said to her directly to the heart. She's very sensitive, but she'll never let others see this side of her. She covers it up with rude remarks and eye rolling.

History:
"I really don't think we have enough time for this. We could be doing something productive, ya know."
. Clary had always been popular among her peers, even at a young age. She made several friends in elementary, only to the list grow larger in her middle school and high school years. She was even captain of the cheer team, and did gymnastics on the summers. Clary even took archery classes sometimes, she really loved those. When her parents told her they were going to adopt another girl, she was very upset. She expected them to come home with some baby that was going to take up all their time. Having been an only child for sixteen years. So, imagine her surprise when they brought home a girl only four years younger than herself. She was relieved, despite how bratty and rude the new child was. Still, no matter how means he was to her, Clarissa tried to show her new sister that she was going to stay with them forever. Her parents had always liked a challenge, which was probably why they chose such a troubled child. Her and Breanne did not get along until Brea's freshman year (her senior year) when she stood up against some juniors who were bullying Brea. Clary had never been in a fight before, so she expected to be in a world of trouble when she got home. But, her parents took her out for ice cream instead, to her great relief. After the fight Brea took a great liking to her, and the two girls became practically inseparable. They did everything together. Even when Clary went off to college to be a doctor she spent every weekend with her younger sister. When the apocalypse broke out the family managed to get out of the city safely, with a few personal items. Things were going pretty well, until one night their camp was invaded by walkers. Breanne got to the trunk safely, but their parent's were nowhere to be seen. She found her parents being eaten, and when they saw her they yelled for her to kill them. She slaughtered the walker munching on their insides, and then put and arrow in each of their brains. When she made it back to the truck she only told Brea that she couldn't find them, but they had to get out of there. To this day, she hasn't told Brea the truth.

Skills :
"Define the kind of 'skills' you mean."
. She took boxing for a while, so she can fight .
. Good shot- with a bow and arrow or a gun .
. Fast thinker .
. Extremely flexible .
. Can hunt .
. Was two years away from being a doctor, so he knows some medical stuff .
. Can cook .
. Is light on her feet .

Items:
"What's it to you? This is my private shit."
. Their parents car- a 2012 Avalanche .
. A purple Nike backpack .
. A pillow and a sleeping bag .
. A black leather jacket .
. Some black leather gloves .
. A few changes of clothing .
. A lantern .
. Some hair-ties and a brush .
. A purple water bottle .
. A bow and arrow .
. A small pistol .
. A picture of her family (from before they got Brea) .
. A picture of her and Brea the day she graduated .

Theme Song:
"Theme song? What are we, five?"

Name:
Raider Darwen

Age:
25

Past Occupation:
Reporter

Sexuality:
Asexual

Appearance:

Personality:
Raider is usually calm and collected and only opens his mouth when he deems it necessary and he has something worth saying. He can be painfully objective and reasonable to the point where he seems like an emotionless bastard, which isn't quite true. He simply isn't good at expressing himself nor does he really want to let people know what he feels. Raider is quite the quick thinker and prefers to analyze any situation properly before making any rash decisions. However, if he's under a lot of pressure or rushed, he'll get agitated and making decisions becomes an almost impossible task. The man also has a tendency to question himself and every action he ever takes. That being said, when he's angered, Raider seems to turn into a whole different person. When he sees red, all logical thought seems to fly out of the window and he'll act almost purely on impulse. Thankfully, patience is one of his virtues and he's not that easy to piss off.

History:
As a kid, Raider was quite the nuisance along with his twin brother Kai and the two usually got each other in trouble more often than not. The two were basically inseparable and they tended to bring out the worst in each other, which eventually lead to their teachers putting them in different classes in school and it worked to an extend. The two were calmer by themselves and the school days became a bit easier for everyone. However, that didn't stop the two from getting stupid ideas outside of school. As teenagers, one of those stupid ideas resulted in Raider ending up in a hospital bed and Kai six feet under.
The remaining boy went on with his life but he was never quite the same, the once lively troublemaker became more or less apathetic. The loss didn't prevent Raider from graduating or getting a job but his life was more or less boring. Until the dead started walking and snacking on the living, that is. Raider was able to keep himself alive in the chaos but he wasn't able to contact his parents and he never learned what had happened to them. He ended up settling into different groups of survivors but most of them didn't stick together for long. Whether it was because of walkers or conflicts between people, Raider always ended up on his own for a while before coming across more survivors and eventually, he stumbled upon the prison.

Skills:
>Quick and logical thinker.
>Observant of his surroundings.
>Fast runner

Items:
>Grey backpack
>Few spare clothes
>Small flashlight
>Matchbox with seven matches left
>Pocket knife
>GLOCK 42 .380

​

They're all accepted, however, I'd really appreciate it if you both play at least one canon character, simply to keep the OC to canon ratio balanced. Thank you!

 

[Finhawk]

They're all accepted, however, I'd really appreciate it if you both play at least one canon character, simply to keep the OC to canon ratio balanced. Thank you!

Sounds fair enough. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid to play as canon characters but I'm willing to try nonetheless if you can tolerate me most likely making them OOC. ^^; Though I won't be posting a CS today since it's getting late here. :d

 

[King]

Sounds fair enough. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid to play as canon characters but I'm willing to try nonetheless if you can tolerate me most likely making them OOC. ^^; Though I won't be posting a CS today since it's getting late here. :d

Hey man, don't worry about it - Nobody will fry you for it! Thank you for doing so!^^

 

[Finhawk]

Hey man, don't worry about it - Nobody will fry you for it! Thank you for doing so!^^

You never know... Maybe someone will have a sudden craving for some sweet fried Finhawk. I taste too delicious for my own good.

But jokes aside, I appreciate the kind words. :]

 

[Brea]

I'll play a canon character if you really want me too, but I'm gonna warn you that I won't be good at it... I'm not very good at playing characters that I do not create myself, so if I play a canon the personalities might be off and such.

 

[Dipper]

Hey, guys-- so long as you don't make those characters their complete opposites, I'm pretty sure no one is going to bite your head off. Not everyone can get a character down perfectly.