Lyn’s Comments (group member since Jan 12, 2017)

Lyn’s comments from the The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) group.

The coffee was a warm welcome in this drafty early morning. The air conditioning and black jacket that Adam wore did little to hide the chilling affects of the weather outside. He sipped the coffee slowly, taking precaution not to burn himself and mentally thanked Kate for the regular morning drinks she had brought in over the years. He was relieved it had been Kate who had witnessed his moment of uneasiness. The topic would be dropped, the moment passed, and Kate understood him, this was like how it always was, a level of communication between the two that never had to be spoken outload.

As Kate spoke, Adam shuffled through his memory of all the files he had been looking over, the pictures, the scattered evidence, and the detailed reports. "Ah yes, the briefing, forensics, and not to mention our own reports that need to be submitted by four this afternoon. Typical day at the office," he joked casually as they entered the main station. Adam weaved his way around the people walking around the office and set his bag on the chair behind his desk and placed the covered coffee in an empty space on the desk. "My weekend was somewhat eventful, I decided to go and buy a new microwave for my kitchen, it suddenly stopped working on me. I ran on Sunday, oh and went to dinner with" Adam paused and smiled to himself before continuing, "an acquaintance." He zipped open the bag as soon as he finished talking and brought out the case files, turned on the monitor on his desk and took another sip of his coffee. "All black, with a hint of caramel, you know just how I like it Kate. How was your weekend, besides the time you looked over the case of course," he added in, somehow feeling she would have spent a good amount of time looking it over.

I will post by tonight Elle, in the police department. My phone is currently at 8% and needs to be charged or else I would do so sooner.

The air in the parking lot below the police department smelled of cleaning products, and a hint of gasoline. The only few sounds that had been made this morning was the slight screech of tires on the epoxy coated floor of the garage. One of them had been made by Adam's vehicle, a 2010 Camry, black, used and in need of some repairs. Adam sat in the vehicle for just a few seconds, grabbing his bag filled with case files and attatching his gun to the holster on his hip. The car door closed with a loud thud, and with a press of the controls on his key the car locked itself with an alarm.

Adam swung the bag's long strap over his right shoulder and began walking to the steps that were directly next to a line of police cars. Suddenly Adam stopped, he heard footsteps, and looked back to see who had come into work at the same time. However, the parking garage remained empty, besides the few scattered cars, all was silent. As Adam scanned the space, his right hand slowly went to rest on the hilt of his gun, what was this feeling that he had? Was it due to the constant reading he had done last night of the pending murder case, with a man stabbing his victims to death? Was it just Adam's mind playing tricks and he had only heard his own footsteps? He breathed out heavily, noticing that he had been holding his breath the entire time and continued to walk back to the stairs. As soon as he started walking he heard the distant footsteps again, definately not just the sound of his own. He pulled out his gun, turned around and aimed it at the direction of the sound. His tense body immediately relaxed at the sight of the person before him, relieved to find that it was someone he knew very well. He offered an apologetic smile and put his gun away, "Sorry, I dont know what has come over me this morning...it's that damn murder case," he said, trying to validate the reason for his strange behavior.

{Full Name}
Oliver Giles Butler
{Age} 25
{Date of Birth} March 20th

{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Straight

{Appearance}

Brown eyes, leveled and thick brows that match perfectly with his brown hair. In the sun it shines brighter than its color and is usually styled back, revealing his forhead. He has a distinctive adam's apple, long slender body and is five feet and ten inches in length. His woredrobe consists of hoodies, jackets, tshirts, jeans and converse, anything comfortable is his style of dress. He does not have any tattoos or piercings and his only accessory is his silver watch on his wrist.

{Personality} Oliver is a spirited individual that likes to move to the rhythm of his own beat. He follows orders well but somewhere in between he squeezes in his own flare of skill. He doesn’t like the attention, prefers to stay out of crowds and is a fan of reading books about war. He keeps in little contact with his family and that summarizes his relationships as well. He has never kept a girlfriend for more than a few months and finds it an inconvenience to please the wants and expectations from others. A trait no doubt brought upon from his family experience but no matter, if it is a command from an employer he is obliged to follow. He is imaginative, a bit spontaneous and always looking for the exit routes to any location he goes.
{Strengths} Computers, cyber and security hacking, knows how to shoot a gun, informative, capable of keeping secrets
{Weaknesses} Out of practice with guns, unathletic, Passive aggressive, and slightly mischievous

{History}
Oliver was born in the United Kingdom, followed by his sister, Anne six years later. He was put into a violin class at the age of 8 and it was put upon him that he would go onto studying music. Oliver's grandfather had been a very talented musician, and having been named after his father's father, it was only right that he would follow in his foot steps. He continued to take lessons for two years, meanwhile focusing on his mother's home school lessons that she planned out for her children. On his way to his music class, one early winter morning, he stopped to notice a light flickering on and off from within a shop window. The shop belonged to Mr. Tabbury, an older man, in his sixties, with a reputation for being a little lost in the head. He had lost his wife five years ago, but that wasn't the reason at all for Mr. Taburry's strange nature. No one knew the reason why, some people blamed it on his age, others said it was because he was a veteran and tried to forget the experiance of War World II. But, whatever the reason, the repeadetly glowing and then fading light attracted Oliver to walk into the shop. Oliver had barely grown tall enough to see over the counter and stared intently as Mr. Tabbury fiddled with wires. Conversation commenced with the boy's arrival to Mr. Tabbury's shop of tools and miscellaneous items. Oliver was full of questions, asking about the fading light he was working on, asking what happened to his wife, then proceeding to ask Oliver about the war. It turned out that Mr. Taburry was wiring the shop's eletricity panel, it had gone out after a storm the day before. The young man's friendly attitude toward the old shop owner came pleasantly welcomed. No one had cared to know anything about the old man, but here was a boy, ready to learn, explore and dive into Mr. Taburry's life.

Oliver skipped his music lesson that day, and for many days to come. Often visiting Mr. Taburry's shop, ready to hear about how in the war, Mr. Taburry was a technician and handled secret messages that needed to be sent back and forth. Ben helped with the shop, cleaning, organizing and picking up things the shop owner would forget at times. Oliver looked forward to the fascinating, daring and trivial stories that he heard every day. His parents soon found out about Oliver skipping class but he refused to go back and take lessons. After days of arguing, Oliver's parents gave up on his musical carrier, and allowed him to continue going to the shop.

As Oliver grew up, the stories Mr. Taburry told began to get longer, more detailed and things he hid to the ten year old boy before, he now spoke to the seventeen year old Oliver. He heard about the deaths of war, prisoners, the struggle, the escape, the tears and the pain. Oliver learned about Mr. Taburry's work he had performed and his curiosity grew stronger. At Oliver's request to be taught what Mr. Taburry knew, he began to learn about decoding, encrypting, how to hide files, intercede an enemies information, as well as anything else he could find and learn about. Oliver graduated highschool in his hometown and left for college to study computer engineering, all the while he expanded his skills into hacking into different systems. At first it was small things, stealing information from his sister's phone, then it was diving into his father's computer which was always locked with a password and from then on he just grew in his skill.

Oliver graduated college at twenty one years old and returned back to his hometown just in time for Mr. Taburry's funeral. In his will, he left the majority of his belongings, including the old shop to Oliver. As Oliver wandered through the old shop, reminiscing of the past, he came across a hidden box with secured files that his old friend never shared with him, old goverment files. His curiosity couldn't hold him back, with the new information he dived into trying to hack into the goverment's system. He suceeded after multiple chaotic attempts and searched through information for days, until, there was a knock at the shop's door. FBI agents had found Oliver, arrested him and took him in for questioning. Upon further investigation, after Oliver had revealed the majority of his past and how he had managed to hack into their information, he was offered one of two choices, eaither go to jail for a pending matter of twenty to thirty years or, work for the United States government.

The next month, Oliver was on a plane to Washington DC, and once there he was fully briefed on the information and requirements he needed to fufill. He was then transferred to Seattle, Washington, an inconspicuous location, and has begun to work for the government in several matters including security, classified information and cyber espionage. He was trained for several months with the FBI in order to learn additional information including how to shoot a gun for his protection, rather for the protection of the government in the event that he was in danger of being captured due to the information he knows. Four years has passed since his arrest back in England and now he lives everyday withholding secrets and using his skills he learned over the years.

{Occupation} Works for the government as a hacker, visits City Hall often to recieve updated information on his work.
{Place of Residence} Currently living in Seattle, Washington, goverment provided him with the apartment he is currently living in. 737 Olive Way Apt. 2304 Seattle, Washinton
{Relationships} Mother- Jane Butler - alive, and living in England
Father- Dennis Butler - alive, lives in the UK with his wife
Sister - Anne Butler - away in college, last he heard she attends the University of Cambridge.

{Important Belongings}
His silver watch.
He carries his black backpack around with him wherever he goes, inside holds a laptop, and devices that help him connect to some sort of power source. However, he'll soon find out that Seattle will be out of running electricity throughout the city once the outbreak is in full swing.

So, I am working on the guy who is good with computer stuff...and yea, doing his profile I ended up changing everything about his personality. Haha, but I am loving the way he is turning out, I will have him up by tonight.

^^ Oh haha good, for a second I thought it was an ugh, Andrew Garfield and I was like 'why, I think he's so attractive :p'

Bad sigh, or good sigh?

I was thinking of Andrew Garfield as the face claim, he is 33 in real life so I'm stretching his age as much as I can. I imagine him trying to survive by whichever means necessary, possibly switching over to join Elle's character Jack Linden once he turns bad guy. He does have a set of values but with the zombie outbreak, I feel like he would be scared and follow someone who seems to have a plan of action or some plan to help them stay alive. He's smart, well educated and doesn't like to start any fights. He kind of goes with the flow, has never held a gun before or shot one for that matter.
That's what I got so far, I can see Amara and him meeting each other at the quarantine zone, I feel like she could wake him up to the situation at hand.

Hello everyone! So I was thinking of making a male character, around the age of 25 or so, already out of college. I imagine him to be kind of a hacker, really good with electronics, making old things work again. I figured it would be handy in the zombie RP, in case the group needs help with electric equipment, for example closed doors with a code, or a generator to start working. Anyone is free to put in their ideas if you think this guy needs something else to go on his profile before I start creating him.

All these characters are looking great, I cant wait until we get the story going :)

jenny wrote: "@Sea ngl totally had to look up what that meant
Yeah, i could probably do that.
I'm just so tired and weak >.<
makes doing anything a huge pain.

i get to eat panang tonight tho, so at least that..."

I hope you feel better soon!

sucre'd fiend wrote: "It was called Crawl
I wanna revive it, along with a few other groups"

If you do revive the group fiend, count me in

@Kiks Wow, I can't believe that people get really upset over that. I can understand if it is like someone stealing a character or group but over just an idea....

sucre'd fiend wrote: "Lyn wrote: "I hate it when that happens, you have a great idea for the group or specific roleplay but somehow it all doesn't happen."

I feel this on a spiritual level"

For real, both spoken from experience

I hate it when that happens, you have a great idea for the group or specific roleplay but somehow it all doesn't happen.

Hello Elle!

Has anyone watched the second movie when they are in the city?

Oh I love that movie so much, Homeward Bound is one of my favorites!

Hello Jillian, I can't wait to see the new characters that you are going to create. If you ever want to roleplay an idea or something else within the storyline, I would love to volunteer my time. Oh, and welcome to GoodReads as well. :)

I'm mostly on in the early mornings and late afternoons. Just been spending my time working on future characters.

{Full Name}
Adam James Mueller

{Age} 30
{Date of Birth} August 17th

{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Straight

{Appearance}

He has jet blue eyes that seem to perfectly match his blonde hair that carry hints of dark brown near the roots. Adam almost always keep a clean shave, however his appearance will be the last thing in his mind once zombies begin to appear. His beard does not completely hide his chiseled jaw line while his Adam's apple remains prominent as ever. Adam does not have any tattoos although he carries a scar from a bullet wound on the right side of his abdomen. Built and charming, standing at a reasonable 5'9.

{Personality} Persistent and loyal, he is realistic in the choices that must be made. He never forgets things, reliable and very observant. However, he can be sarcastic at times with a hint of a quarrelsome nature.
{Strengths} Thinks quickly when under pressure, self sufficient and uses the tools around him to their Utmost potential, athletic and skilled with weaponry.
{Weaknesses} Empathetic, Argumentative, Risk Taker

{History}
Adam was born to Justin and Lilly Mueller in Santa Barbara, California. His father and mother were both lawyers, they met each other in university and married shortly after. The pregnancy was planned, the house bought and furnished, baby room decorated and name picked out from the beginning. They lived happily together, in a wealthy home, but as work started to pile up for the parents, they became less interested in their son and more addicted to the cases that built up like mountains on their desk. One would think that Adam felt alone, ignored and forgotten in this family but he spent all his young life into teenage years rolling his toy cars around their office desk and chairs. Consciously hearing the words 'criminal, theft, murder, innocent, victim, law, justice, defend.' The list of words circulated little Adam's mind, a tune he became familiar with as he grew up.

Despite the critical row his parents played in the law, Adam had a lot of free time on his hands and without any parental supervision to dictate his actions. He became close friends with a boy named Matt Jundson at the start of his freshman year in high school. The two had homeroom with each other, exchanged numbers quickly and Adam was enticed by the aspect of partying, being around pretty girls, getting to know more people his age and just plain out doing something out of his comfort zone. Right after his first party, how could he forget, he had attended the event held at an upperclassmans home where he was introduced to drinking. Adam's good looks and quirky personality had girls tagging beside him and the music resonating through the house made the party so exciting, he didnt stop at just one. All throughout highschool he attended house parties, beach side bonfires and somewhere in his memory an event of skinny dipping. He started to steal from others when he turned eighteen in his final year of school. His friend Matt was right there beside him, teaching him certain techniques, how to pick a lock, fire a gun that had been stolen from Matt's dad and how to hot wire a car. Adam, Matt, along with a couple of other guys stole a Mercedes-benz from outside of a club that had been parked out on the street. The guys went down to the beach, riding in their new car and started to call up everyone they knew to throw a party, as well as take out their little joy ride for more spins. As the party commenced, as people started to occupy the beach no one noticed a man with two other guys at his sides walking in, univited and unannounced. One of those men had seen Matt stealing their vehicle and with a metal bar in hand, were prepared to punish him for it. The blow was quick and unexpected, the rod was swung so hard, hitting the back of Matt's neck the it shattered his skull, causing profuse bleeding to occur. Adam was not near when it happened, he suddenly saw Matt fall to his knees, blood trickling down from his face. He ran over quickly, pushing the crowd outside, the murderers had fled the scene, and Adam cradled his dead friend in his arms, shouting under his intense crying for anyone to call 911. The ambulence arrived, Matt taken away in a stretcher, people were arrested for underage drinking and...all the parties, the stealing, the excessive drinking stopped from then on.

After going home from that night, he continously heard the news report the incident. The murderer who had killed Matt was never found, charges could not be pressed. Adam finished his senior year of high school in a dull unemotional state, day after day he heard the same tone of words coming from within his parents office. 'Prosecute, capture, evidence, defend, crime, law, victim, police.' As he sat on the stairs of their two story household that's when it dawned on Adam, he couldn't sit by and allow for murder to continuously happen, for crime to gravitate around cities without punishment. He enrolled into the police academy despite his parents wishes for him to become a lawyer and suffered under intensive training and rehabilitation of his mind.

He completed the training with top marks and transferred over to Seattle at the age of twenty four. He left his parents back in California but hardly had time to keep in contact with them after he started his first job. The first couple of years were difficult, case after case, filling out paperwork, jumping into action at a moments notice, losing members of the team to injury or in one case, death. All these things he experianced which made him only grow more skilled, react quicker to situations, think of solid plans and sometimes risks he took were what completed the mission. The men and women on the team made it easy for Adam to settle in, open up to his confident, silly, expressive and outgoing side. He still took his work seriously but allowed time to relax and on occassion enjoy a couple of fun dates with with women, although he never got into a serious relationship with any of them. Somehow, in the back of his mind, he refused to get too close, too personal with anyone for fear of losing them.

In the start of a new year however, Katherine Sophia Raleigh entered into the department. Adam's first impressions of her were uptight, serious, dedicated as well as attractive and mysterious. He had tried to crack a simple joke in her direction but she found the situation unamusing in the instance that they were looking over a drug smuggling case. He had already put it in his mind that this woman only thought of work and nothing else. It just so happened however that the Seattle Police Department Chief scheduled them to be partners. It was a horrible start at first, rule after rule followed Kate, it was 'no eating in the police car,' 'no talking with a mouth full' it was addressing her only in a proffesional manner and nothing beyond that. Adam however was soon impressed by Kate's work ethic, skill in shooting, intellectual mind and passion for her work. Case after case was solved, wanted men were found and jailed, and Kate and Adam, despite their differences worked excellently well with each other.

In the short time, Kate was still under probation, ready to fully be employed in the department at the end of the week. Suddenly, Adam was called into the chief's office, a misreport had been sent to the court, stating the illegal use of drugs to be under the amount that the cartel had actually been sending out. Adam knew what had happened, Kate had been in charge of sending in that information, it was a simple typo, a simple mistake but it had cost them the court ruling. Adam knew what would happen, discharge of her postion, he didn’t want that, he wanted her to stay. He took full blame for the report and addressed it to Kate himself so that she wasn't caught off guard to the information. She had asked why, wanted an explanation but Adam refused to admit to her that he didnt want to see her go, he didn’t want his partner to be fired, she didn’t deserve that. The subject was dropped neither one spoke of it again, Kate was fully instated to the department the week after. A mutual respect for one another followed after that incident, their car rides were more pleasant, their morning breakfast at the diner was coupled with pleasant conversation and playful tones. Teasing ensued when the mention of women around Adam was brought into the conversation, however Adam never sensed a hint of jealousy in her tone. All the while they enjoyed each other's company and worked impressively well with each other for the next couple of years.

In their third year of being partners, they underwent a human trafficking investigation that had been the core of their restlessness and hidden operatives for months now. Finally they had pinpointed the exact location of the people running the trafficking. Followed by fifteen other men, several including SWAT and FBI, they stormed the location. Adam's and Kate's mission was to find the man named Rondin Apelluc, take him alive and into custody. They spotted him quickly, running out the back of the warehouse with his brother. They caught up to the brother within a matter of minutes, they had cornered him at the docks near the warehouse. As Kate arrested the man, putting him in handcuffs Adam surveyed the surrounding. He noticed the click of the gun too late, he couldnt fire fast enough and the bullet from Rondin's gun punctured his abdomen. Another gun fire followed, he looked up through clouded eyes to see Kate with her gun up, pointed at Rondin who was now laying on the floor. Kate's worried voice kept Adam awake, as he focused on the sound, the touch of her hand on his cheek and the applied pressure she was putting on his right side, he tried to ignore the pain. Ambulences arrived and after a quick surgery, Adam was bed ridden for a few months in order to recover. In that time he frequently saw Kate, she visited his house on SW Holden Street, updating him on events, paper work, and cases. Even picking up the occasional prescribed medicine and delivering it to him. In that time, Adam allowed himself to tell Kate about the incident of his friend Matt dieing. She had listened intently to each word, never teasing him, never putting in a word of advice which meant a great deal to him. Thank you, he had told her the day he was allowed to properly return to work after he had fully recovered. Once he returned to work, Kate and Adam went back to working on cases in Seattle and the surrounding Washington area. Unaware, uninformed and unprepared for the news to follow of the outbreak, and the chaos to begin within the city.


{Occupation} Police officer for the Seattle Police Department
{Place of Residence} 3607 SW Holden St. Seattle, Washington
{Relationships} Partners with Kate Raleigh.
Mother and Father - Lilly and Justin Mueller
Only child

{Important Belongings}
Adam always carries his Beretta Model 92, the first gun that was given to him from the police department.
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I've been on here for I think three or so days now and I can tell, just by these few days that all of you are so lovely with each other. All of you have wonderful personalities and such character, you all have amazing friends on here ^^
Just really wanted to say that :)