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Amy *-MY SHIP IS SO HEART BREAKING-*
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Aug 05, 2013 06:16PM
yeah, was a wolf
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wait how does the wolf thing tie into all this?
Past lives, I can see what you were, your second speacies
Amy wrote: "Past lives, I can see what you were, your second speacies"
((Amy.... >//w//<))
((Amy.... >//w//<))
Yeah, I can see what you were in a past live, but I have to see you in person
No, very logical, just fucked up
Name: Meg hankAge:15
Hair color: Red
Eye color: One Blue and one brown
Weapons: Knife and pistol
Personality: Nice, loner, aggresive.
History: Parents died of infection and Meg ran away from home after.
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➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
↻ Pᴀʀᴛ Oɴᴇ
«Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｏｕｒ ｆａｔｅ,
ｗｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｅｓｃａｐｅ.»
【 Aᴍɪᴛʏ 】 Fᴇɴɪᴀ Cᴇʟᴇsᴛᴇ
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『 〓 』 Pronounced ➺ | AM-ih-tee | feh-NI-ah | cee-LEHS-t |
↬ Amity is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Amity is "friendship, harmony". A virtue name. Amity is not a popular first name for women and an equally uncommon surname or last name for all people.
↬ Fenia in Scandinavian mythology, a giantess enslaved by the Danish king Frodi, who reigned peacefully for thirty years. Fenia is not a popular first name for women and an equally uncommon surname or last name for all people.
↬ Celeste, despite how odd it is, is indeed a surname. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Celeste is "heavenly". Anglicized form of Céleste (French), from Latin Caelestis, a popular name among early Christians. The masculine form Celestin was the name of five popes, the first one in AD 422. The name may be associated with Queen Celeste, wife of Jean and Laurent de Brunhoff's children's book character Babar, the Elephant. Actress Celeste Holm; casting agent Celestia Fox.
【 Aᴍɪ 】 Fᴇɴᴅɪ
Both nicknames were given to her by her older sister, Missouri. The girls were always one for nicknames as they were so very close to one another. In fact, the law enforcement usually go to her should her sister have done something.
░▓░Gender Femme Fatale ⇝ Female
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Derived from the chromosome
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░▓░Sexuality Heterosexual
➥ Heterosexuality is romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary. As a sexual orientation, heterosexuality refers to "an enduring pattern of or disposition to experience sexual, affectionate, physical or romantic attractions to persons of the opposite sex"; it also refers to "an individual’s sense of personal and social identity based on those attractions, behaviors expressing them, and membership in a community of others who share them". The term is usually applied to humans, but it is also observed in all mammals.
░▓░Relationship Status Single
░▓░Age Sixteen ⇝ 16
░▓░Blood Type A- ⇝ A Rh negative
░▓░Place of Birth New Orleans ⇝ Louisiana
⊱ Nationalities American, Armenian
⊱ Ethnicities Creole, Armenian, Dutch
░▓░Date of Birth August 6th ⇝ 12 PM
⊱ Zodiacal symbol ♌ ➠ Leo ➠ (view spoiler)
«Take a deep breath,
suck the water in my lungs.»
[ Cɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ ]
Yes, Amity isn't some skilled soldier sent out to see to it that there are some survivors above ground. She's just a teenager trying to survive with an older sister is admittedly a convict. She aided her sister in her escape, because that's what sisters do, yah know?
It's not hard to think about family in a situation like this, but it really depends on which family member you're looking to save in the long haul.
░▓░Weaponry Mace
Maces are generally medieval weapons, but Amity and Missouri had found a way to recreate them without having to break into anywhere serious.It was the simple addition of some weights to the end of a pole and a baseball bat. Simple, right?
░▓░Residency Nomadic
Unlike those who happened to find themselves good places underground, Amity and Missouri have spent their time above ground and on the constant move. They are, however, making plans to stake out an area for themselves.
Tʜᴇ Bᴇɪɴɢ
▐▒ Face Claim Elsa Holmgren
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▐☸▒ Amity is quite the creature to look at. Describe her as calmly as possible without have some form of affection for her? It's not likely to be possible. She has an aura about her is can usually elicit some affectionate responses to the viewers. She isn't made to be the dominant female, nor the subservient one, for that matter. She's that classy in between that most guys can't get enough of.
Standing at a point of five feet and nine inches, she follows in the footsteps of her sister and parents in the height factor. She weighs around a hundred and thirty-five pounds, which is a cross of healthy, and not so healthy. She doesn't force herself to vomit or anything, it's just her metabolism and the current zombie apocalypse that's done a number on her weight. She happens to be a frail girl, and it doesn't always work to her advantage. Ovoid in shape like the better half of her family, Amity has quite the face to look at. Topping her slender neck, and somewhat bony shoulders, it fits right there.
Originally, the specimen before you had raven black hair, much like her family members. The dark haired beauty of the family is definitely fit to produce envious stares. However, Amity took after her sister to separate from the familial dark hared exposure, and died her curly locks blonde. Since then, the dye has been fading, and Amity hasn't had much time to find more dye to redye it. Her curls frame her face and stand out against the relatively pale visage. The other factor known to stand out are the florescent blue oculars. They're an icy blue that contrast with the shell pink of her somewhat chapped lips.
The last thing to note is her voice. It holds all the tang of her New Orleanian birth place, and she holds it to her advantage in the recent times. It's light and airy, but in a way that seems kind of attractive to a number of masculine dominants. In certain instances of excitement, her voice cracks exponentially, and her sister is usually there to make some sort of fun of it. Should she be angered, her voice, again, cracks to a certain extent and degree.
||☳|| [ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ]
⊱ Hair Pigmentation Originally, her hair was raven black as was hereditary, but modern dyes aided to make a light blonde colour. And, at that, the dye is fading.
⊱ Eye Pigmentation Amity's oculars are of the icy blue hue, and have a tendency to project the opposite of what she is feeling.
⊱ Altitude A rather tall specimen, Amity is five feet and nine inches. She follows after her parents and older sibling in that respect.
⊱ Ponderosity Weighing in at a hundred and thirty-five pounds, she is quite nicely weighted, but at the same time not. The amount doesn't seem to meet the standard of a healthy girl her age, and she isn't much for caring. The current zombie outbreak isn't helping her much.
⊰⊱ Distinguishing Marks
♠ Tattoos
(view spoiler) Done by her sister
♠ Eyes: They, uh, they pop
♠ Body Mass: She's very skinny
||☳|| [ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ]
Amity has a style that reflects how pure she could be, if the situation of the world was entirely different. That being said, she also dresses in an appropriate manner for the setting.
↧ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ
↥ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Fʀᴏᴍ Aʙᴏᴠᴇ➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
↻ Pᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
||☳|| [ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ]
⊱ Trait
⊱ Trait
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⊱ Trait
⊱ Trait
«Squirrel!»
Following the lead of her mother, Amity is a very outgoing young female. She has a tendency to elicit similar responses from those around her. She's a little firecracker of excitement that isn't easy to escape. No, there isn't really a moment that she isn't quite happy with her life, even if it has gone to shit. She mostly sees the upside that she has one family member left to be with, and it happens to be her favorite family member. Her degenerate parents aren't things that make her happy, really.
While being a great big ball of excitement and energy, Amity isn't the brightest bulb in the house. It's not to say that she's entirely stupid, it's just that she doesn't get certain concepts as quickly as others, and can be confused by some forms of chatter. There are moments when she spaces out, and seems to be in a different reality. She usually does this during great times of stress, and it hasn't been that helpful for her. She's managed to get herself caught in some sticky situations because of this. Being the spacey one of the two sisters, she isn't always ready for the combat that she should be. It's a wonder she's made it this far.
Like most small creatures, Amity is easily frightened. The current situation where the dead get up and walk around as ravenous beasts isn't a helping factor in her not pissing her pants at every turn of the corner. In connection to this easily frightened part of Amity, there's the irritation. She has a short fuse when it comes to things that annoy her. With the situation she is in, just about everything could make her moody. This sometimes contradicts her bubbly facet, but the fun always seem to triumph.
Amity is not the person you want to hand a gun, or any projectile weapon for that matter. She's not one to be coordinated enough to use any of those weapons without injuring herself in the process, or someone else that poses no threat at the present moment. She trips over herself all the time, and it's only worsened in terrain that has many roots or things that can stick out and trip her. She doesn't do well with coordination, in general.
As already mentioned, Amity is a bubbly person. In addition, she can become easily excited- be it negative or positive. She has a problem with excitement, as she tends to get very loud. Being loud in the situation at hand can draw all kinds of danger, from both the dead and the living. That being said, she's also incredibly impressionable. It doesn't assist her much that she's not the sharpest knife, so she pretty much is open to any manipulation around.
【 Aᴅᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 】
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▌✓║ Flowers; Tullips and Lilacs
▌✓║ Small Animals; bunnies, puppies, chicks, mostly baby animals
▌✓║ Sweets; lollipops
▌✓║ Cartoons; Tom and Jerry
▌✓║ Art; Contemporary
▌✓║ Music; Pop mostly, country may be acceptable if the right
▌✓║ Rain Showers; the light stuff
【 Aʙʜᴏʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ 】
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▌✗║ Thunder Storms; phobia
▌✗║ Tight, dark spaces; not fun to be in
▌✗║ Dogs; like full grown ones
▌✗║ Walkers; they're dead and they smell like rotting flesh, forgive me for having taste
▌✗║ Fish; they've got creepy faces, okay?
▌✗║ Scary Things; stories, Walkers, movies, books, etc..
【 Sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs 】
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☰Cerebral☰
▌▲║ Simple Calculation
Amity can put the simple things together, rather than the complex works that others could be able to do without much of a problem.
☷Corporeal☷
▌▲║ Energetic
Amity is a ball of energy, and it usually helps her. It helps her to be quick on her feet, should she have any need to be so.
▌▲║ Quick Reflexes
Being energetic gives her the advantage of moving rather quickly. While this speed may not last for a while, it can come in handy when she gets into certain situations.
【 Iɴғᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs 】
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☰Cerebral☰
▌▼║ Slow-Witted
Yeah, Amity isn't the brightest of the bunch of survivors left. That being said, she can't comprehend things as easily as others do. It takes her some time to work out certain things.
▌▼║ Easily Distracted
She can get distracted very easily.
▌▼║ Impressionable
It's easy to find herself under the influence of other thoughts, as she's very easily manipulated. That being said, it can be easy to get her to believe just about anything.
▌▼║ Easily Frightened
This is pretty self-explanatory
☷Corporeal☷
▌▼║ Stamina
She doesn't have the best stamina, so occasional breaks are needed for her to be able to keep up with others.
▌▼║ Asthma
Amity has acute asthma, so she is easily winded, and certain particles can trigger the attacks. It's usually dust, and the following dust mites that can come with it.
Σ||Bᴇ ↭ Bʀɪɢʜᴛ
◤Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fᴇɴɪᴀ Cᴇʟᴇsᴛᴇ◥
↝▆
▆↜█ █ ▌║ Before Amity came into the world, she would be apart of a family more twisted than the eye could see.
Her sister had already been three years ahead of her in the world, and had been wrecking havoc when her mother went into labor. The exertion of running after a bubbly three year old was the sole factor in sending her into labor. The doctors that were supervising the labor could tell that it would be a difficult child in the making, coupled with the girl they'd birthed three years ahead of the tiny specimen that was weeding its way out the mother.
The labor lasted for quite the time, and the pain was just as lasting. The child that was to be born wasn't great in size, and the doctors were very surprised to see the baby girl was being such a pain in regards to the mother birthing the child. What the doctors wouldn't see would be the pain that she would cause with this older sibling of hers in the years after her birth.
They would also miss the behavior of the father, who in time deteriorated with the usage of narcotics and alcohol, and how he would influence his wife in later years to come.
«But I really really wanna thank you
For dancing till the end
You found a way to break up
You're not afraid to break out»
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▆↜█ █ ▌║ Ten years later, and the family had moved.
It was clearly breaking parole on the father's behalf, but most of the officers were being bribed to overlook the movement of the family. Amity's father had been a notorious gambler, drunk, and addict in the bustling city of New Orleans. He'd always talked about moving to a city where he was less known, and where he'd be able to cheat. The lack of drugs was enough to put him in a sour mood on most nights, but the sight of his growing daughters was enough to put him in a slightly better mood.
What their mother and the two girls didn't realize was that the man who stepped out of their home every night to attend the needs of the casinos - mainly helped by his losing- wasn't concerned for them. He was truly more concerned with his addictions. It was all he thought of, wanted to be apart of, wanted anything to do with the powdery substance or the bitter liquid that burned the back of his throat on the way down.
There was a night when he returned home from this drunken losing at the nearest casino, vision blurry and steps faltering. He watched his two children play in the comfort of the home they'd been able to afford. Surely, it had been the better idea to move them to this bustling center of attention.
Las Vegas is known as a site for great things. Hell, Elvis wrote a damn song about it. Aside from being great, Vegas was known for crime. Rape, murder, prostitution, fraud- all of it was just part of Vegas living. Their father stared at the thirteen year old, imagining the things that she could be getting into when neither parent was around. The idea of her turning into a hooker infuriated her. There was no way she'd get through with it. As for the ten year old, Amity and Tallulah had been known to get along famously, and that the younger child would do anything her sister did.
So, he set down the older of the two in a separate room, and they had a "talk". This talk pertained of molestation that was induced by a mixture methamphetamine and top shelf whiskey, and the surfacing of pedophilia. Usually, a pedophile would divert their tendencies outside of the family, to save from being discovered by members of their family from finding out and shaming them indefinitely. Their father had no such intentions, otherwise his molestation would limit to a certain time frame as opposed to the frequency and random they proceeded in.
A single night change the family molding, and their father had not a care for what he was doing to his eldest daughter. The results was a closer bond between the two girls and a streak of defiance. With that defiance came the rebellion that would follow both girls as they grew older, within a meager time frame of two months.
At ten and thirteen, you still believe that your parents are your superheroes. Amity lost one of hers, and gained a new one in her elder sibling. Her father had never once considered touching her, but he could always see that look in his eyes before he would push out his urges onto her older sister Tallulah. It sounds incredibly stereotypical, but it's what happened.
No one could understand why the younger child was untouched. Maybe she was undeveloped, and the father didn't like it. But, that would defeat the point of pedophilia. So, why was only one girl being molested, and the other safe? Amity didn't let those thoughts bother her much,
↧ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ
↥ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Fʀᴏᴍ Aʙᴏᴠᴇ➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
↻ Pᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
what was important was her sister.
«Noises I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing.»
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▆↜▐█ █ ▌║ Once again, the family was on the move.
You could say that they were moving because of the convenience of the change, but it was more so to get away. Get away from what, you ask. Simple; charges. Jeremiah Celeste had been charged with multiple accounts of sexual assault, and his escape was only going to lead to further prosecution.
Well, Jeremiah didn't seem that concerned when he forced his wife and two children onto the plane in a rush. No, the consequences should have lead to only him, but with the gathered cooperation of the family in moving out of the country. It was a big step for them, and they were only aware of the excitement of being somewhere new, not the charges he was escaping.
At any rate, they were criminals, especially Tallulah.
«You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone»
↝▆
▆↜█ █ ▌║ Amity doesn't know the truth.
She wasn't there when her sister did what she did to get arrested before the outbreak. She was only there for the end of the trial, the very end. She was there when her sister was being hauled off in a jumper.
There was a commotion outside: the walkers. She helped her sister escape and get new clothes, and they've been together since.
||☳|| [ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ]
♠║▌╯x ┊ Sister ↝ Tallulah Celeste
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➥ Alive ▌ Amiable Factor: 100/100
♠║▌ ╯x ┊ Mother ↝ Iga Celeste
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➥ Deceased ▌ Amiable Factor: 85/100
♠║▌╯x ┊ Father ↝ Jeremiah Celeste
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➥ Deceased ▌ Hostility Factor: 75/100
«Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｏｒ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｄｏ,
ｅｘｃｅｐｔ ｇｅｔ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ.»
Yay you joined :3
Marceline could you post a charrie layout so I can rp lol
message 117:
by
Amber {An eye for an eye and the world goes blind}
(last edited Aug 07, 2013 12:17AM)
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Lol you can wait :3
Name: Nazelle Nafaisa Grey
Nickname: Zedd
Age: 16
Nationality: Jamaican
Location: N/A [WANDERER. NO PERMANENT LOCATION]
Facial Appearance and Clothing:
Has a black jacket covering this most of the time though.
Backpack:
First aid kit (the bandages, wraps, alcohol), reloads for hand gun, granola bars and a bracelet that wraps around her wrist like a watch.
Current Weapon(s):
Has a hunting survival knife, and a hand gun.
Items:
Pain killers.
Personality:
She is a silent one. Tough, but does not take foolishness from anyone- she is a survivor so naturally she thinks she is lucky.
Nothing else.
Zedd knows very well that she needs to find a group soon, as this whole zombie thing tends to drive her up the wall.
History:
She was coming down to Vancouver for a visit to her uncle. The car crashed when someone rammed them in the side. When she and her family managed to get out of the car, there were people running up to them.
Their faces crazed.
Only Zedd managed to escape, she couldn't save her little sister. Or the rest of her family.
Family Status:
[ALL DECEASED]
Her sister is possibly alive, but she doesn't like to think it possible.
Other:
The sounds of her family members, espcially her sister's, screams make it hard for her to sleep, if not think at all.
She will often cry when no one is around.
She has a young Jackal with her called Casper.
Nickname: Zedd
Age: 16
Nationality: Jamaican
Location: N/A [WANDERER. NO PERMANENT LOCATION]
Facial Appearance and Clothing:
Has a black jacket covering this most of the time though.
Backpack:
First aid kit (the bandages, wraps, alcohol), reloads for hand gun, granola bars and a bracelet that wraps around her wrist like a watch.
Current Weapon(s):
Has a hunting survival knife, and a hand gun.
Items:
Pain killers.
Personality:
She is a silent one. Tough, but does not take foolishness from anyone- she is a survivor so naturally she thinks she is lucky.
Nothing else.
Zedd knows very well that she needs to find a group soon, as this whole zombie thing tends to drive her up the wall.
History:
She was coming down to Vancouver for a visit to her uncle. The car crashed when someone rammed them in the side. When she and her family managed to get out of the car, there were people running up to them.
Their faces crazed.
Only Zedd managed to escape, she couldn't save her little sister. Or the rest of her family.
Family Status:
[ALL DECEASED]
Her sister is possibly alive, but she doesn't like to think it possible.
Other:
The sounds of her family members, espcially her sister's, screams make it hard for her to sleep, if not think at all.
She will often cry when no one is around.
She has a young Jackal with her called Casper.
Name: Tyler Silvey
Nickname: Silvey
Age: 18
Nationality: Irish
Location: wanderer
Appearance: http://img1.rnkr-static.com/list_img/...
Facial Appearance: clean shaved, green eyes. Blondish red hair..
Clothing: marine Corp tee shirt.. Camo pants
Backpack: wraps, some alcohol, case of shells. Picture of his family
Current Weapon: 357 magnum, and a combat knife
Items:
Personality: stern and stubborn at times. Hardened, some lack of humanity.. But once you get to know him, he can be a really good guy and a very worthy companion..
History: this apocalypse does things to you.. Tyler has been traumatized... Unlike most people, where they hear stories of what happened to their family members.. This was not necessarily the case for him.. He watched his family be torn in half by a bloater.. He has never been quite the same since.. Now he has committed his life to surviving as long as he can, and if that meant killing anyone or anything then so bit it... He hopes he can survive long enough for a cure, but he has already had way to many close calls in the five years he's been basically alone.. But he still keeps his hope
Family: maybe a cousin or two but no immediate family members
Other: have an immunity to spores.
Nickname: Silvey
Age: 18
Nationality: Irish
Location: wanderer
Appearance: http://img1.rnkr-static.com/list_img/...
Facial Appearance: clean shaved, green eyes. Blondish red hair..
Clothing: marine Corp tee shirt.. Camo pants
Backpack: wraps, some alcohol, case of shells. Picture of his family
Current Weapon: 357 magnum, and a combat knife
Items:
Personality: stern and stubborn at times. Hardened, some lack of humanity.. But once you get to know him, he can be a really good guy and a very worthy companion..
History: this apocalypse does things to you.. Tyler has been traumatized... Unlike most people, where they hear stories of what happened to their family members.. This was not necessarily the case for him.. He watched his family be torn in half by a bloater.. He has never been quite the same since.. Now he has committed his life to surviving as long as he can, and if that meant killing anyone or anything then so bit it... He hopes he can survive long enough for a cure, but he has already had way to many close calls in the five years he's been basically alone.. But he still keeps his hope
Family: maybe a cousin or two but no immediate family members
Other: have an immunity to spores.
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Amber {An eye for an eye and the world goes blind}
(last edited Aug 07, 2013 07:31PM)
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Name:Argent RothAge:14
Gender:female
Appearance: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2p... (Blakc hair instead of blond and longer)
Weapon:Rifle and bow and arrow
Personality:TBRP'D
History:TBRP'D
Family:None that she knows of
Other:She gets scared and nervous easily,due to her past
Do you if we can go ahead and rp or do we have to wait to be accepted?
yeah, go RP
Name: Wyatt Pietersen
Age: 17
Gender:male
Location: wanderer
Appearance:
weapons: a hunting rifle,pistol and a bow and arrow
Personality: Wyatt is somewhat contained to himself he doesn't go to places where other human lives he keeps his guards on although he misses being left alone in the infected world to survive. he haven't met anyone from a long time but he is planning to change this.
history: when he was born shortly afterward his mother get infected so she committed suicide. his brother raised him up and taught him how to use weapons.he was a member of fireflies but when clickers killed his brother he left the camp and since than he is wandering from places to places.
Age: 17
Gender:male
Location: wanderer
Appearance:
weapons: a hunting rifle,pistol and a bow and arrow
Personality: Wyatt is somewhat contained to himself he doesn't go to places where other human lives he keeps his guards on although he misses being left alone in the infected world to survive. he haven't met anyone from a long time but he is planning to change this.
history: when he was born shortly afterward his mother get infected so she committed suicide. his brother raised him up and taught him how to use weapons.he was a member of fireflies but when clickers killed his brother he left the camp and since than he is wandering from places to places.
Cool.. Hey Marceline wanna try this out?
Sure :p
He Amy if your a mod can you make like a highway, or is one already made
Nah, you just jump
Name: Casandra Martin
Age: 19
History: She has been fighting along with her friends but last year the last of her friends has died. So she has been alone for a year. Before this she had done Karate lessons so she does have fighting skills but it's still a little scary for her.
Personality: She is very kind but can also be mean. She is very mysterious and ever since her friends have died she hasn't really gave her name to anyone. She likes to make people laugh and smile.
Hair Color: Long, Straight, Black hair (Usually in a pony tail)
Eye Color: Bright blue
Skin color: She's has a tan
http://images6.fanpop.com/image/answe...
Clothing: She wears black jeans that have dirt on them and she wears a black tank top. She also wears black combat boots.
Weapons: Three daggers.
Backpack: She carrieds it around eeverywhere and it has tons of water in it but little food the food that she does have is 3 bags of family sized chips, And 6 cans of canned fruit.
Other: She also caries a little AID Kit on her side that's hooked to her belt
Age: 19
History: She has been fighting along with her friends but last year the last of her friends has died. So she has been alone for a year. Before this she had done Karate lessons so she does have fighting skills but it's still a little scary for her.
Personality: She is very kind but can also be mean. She is very mysterious and ever since her friends have died she hasn't really gave her name to anyone. She likes to make people laugh and smile.
Hair Color: Long, Straight, Black hair (Usually in a pony tail)
Eye Color: Bright blue
Skin color: She's has a tan
http://images6.fanpop.com/image/answe...
Clothing: She wears black jeans that have dirt on them and she wears a black tank top. She also wears black combat boots.
Weapons: Three daggers.
Backpack: She carrieds it around eeverywhere and it has tons of water in it but little food the food that she does have is 3 bags of family sized chips, And 6 cans of canned fruit.
Other: She also caries a little AID Kit on her side that's hooked to her belt
Name: Katherine GeryAge: 16
Location: Philadelphia
Facial Appearance:
Clothing: Brown leather jacket blue tank top, blue jeans, and brown knee high boot.
Bags: Backpack and a handbag.
Current Weapon:
Items: Water, protein bars,rope, a lighter, some clothes.
Personality: Katherine likes to travel alone. She never wants to be a burden and take something that is not hers. She is shy and and likes to stay out of everybody's way and she is a really good fighter.
History: Katherine grew up alone in an orphanage. She would never fit in anywhere. She was mostly ignored by everyone and she was used to it. She ran away from the orphanage when she was 16 and has lived on her own since.
Family: none
Other:
Name: Brenden CoteAge: 15
Location: New York
Facial Appearance: [image error]
Clothing: Sports Clothing
Backpack: carving knife, food and other essential items.
Current Weapon: Colt Detective Special (Handgun- Revolver)
Items: A lighter
Cans of oil (20)
Boxes of rounds (6)
Bottles of Water (14)
Canned food items (12)
Medicine- Bottle of Pills (10)
Medicine- Other types (24)
Flares (23)
Bricks (29)
Energy Bars (25)
Personality:
History: He never speaks of it because part of it was the zombies killing his family. He prefers to keep his history a secret.
Family: They are all dead (view spoiler)
Other: people accidentally call him Colt and he hates it. He is friends with Selena and Carlos. Brenden loves music.
Name: HeneryAge: 17
Location: Near St. Louis
Facial Appearance:
Clothing: grey shirt, black cargo pants.
Backpacks, etc. : A small string backpack.
Current weapon (Nothing big or too good.) :
Items : a butcher knife, several bags bags of cereal, and several bottled waters.
Personality: He can be nice, but this hole thing has caused him to be paranoid.
History: He doesn't, know man, he was just at home watching some t.v. when next thing he knows it's a living nightmare.
|First Name| Samantha|Middle Name| Katherine
|Last Name| Massengale
Nickname Samantha, Sam, Sammie, Katherine, Massengale
Goes By Katherine
|Age| Seventeen years of age »17«
Date of Birth January Nineteenth, Six Thirty O'clock AM, Nashville, Tennessee
|Gender| Feminine »Female«
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual »Straight«
|Physical Appearance|
Links
Katherine
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0s...
|Clothing|
·Top·
(view spoiler)
·Pants·
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
·Shoes·
(view spoiler)
·Jacket·
(view spoiler)
|Items|
·Gas Mask
·Weapons
·Backpack
·Map (To Find her way)
·Two walkie-talkies
·The keys to her car (at her house in Nashville)
·A bracelet her Mother gave her
·A Blanket
·A water flask
(view spoiler)
|Weapons|
·A knife
·A handgun
|Backpack|
(view spoiler)
|Personality| Katherine is quite the friendly being, but has no problem being deadly to those who she does not like, or those who she feels untrustworthy, along with those who provoke her or threaten her. She is quite light on her feet, and is a very fast runner. She is very athletic, and doesn't care what others do to her as long as those she care for are safe. No matter who it is, if she doesn't know you or trust you or knows you did something, it's quite a good idea to watch your back like a hawk. Katherine is a sweet girl, but can be bloodthirsty and brutal. She is very skilled with her parents's knife and gun, and later on plans to make a bow and some arrows. Just in case. If a house is abandoned, completely empty, with no infected, she will go loot it, and scavenge for things she needs or might possibly need in the future. Being light on her feet, she is very stealthy, and she treasures that dearly.
Katherine is very intelligent, and can easily identify a plant, animal, nearly everything she can see. That's another one of her survival traits. She can easily distract Clickers, and run away and kill Runners, but she cannot kill Bloaters alone. It's quite a challenging task for MiU. When she was a child, Katherine's parents would take her hunting. Then they were murdered by infected. So Katherine took a knife and a gun while the infected were almost finishing her parents, and ran. She has lived with that memory, and will not let her parents die in vain. She sometimes regrets leaving them. Katherine is a loving, caring, sweet, kind soul, and she tries to be as innocent as possible to avoid conflict. That's one thing she deeply hates, conflict. Katherine will help anyone or thing in need of her help, as long as they're willing to leave her be, and not kill her. But she doesn't mention that part. She is a good healer, and can easily nurse someone back to health, like she wished she could've done to her father. But she believes everything happens for a reason, and she continues to believe that.
Katherine stands up for those she cares for, and what she believes in, and it will not be easy to take her down, and stop believing what she does. Though, she is quite delicate and sensitive, her heart can easily be broken. It's happened a million times before, who's to say it won't happen again? Katherine has never been in a relationship because she's been too busy killing infected that want to kill her or the ones she cares for. It is not easy for Katherine to forget something, and she will remember that something for a long time. Maybe until she dies. But she will always treasure special moments. Always. Katherine cannot be easily tricked, it must take someone trickier than her to trick her. Katherine is a strong young lady, it just doesn't show on the exterior of her body. She can defend and fight for herself, it's not that hard. It's as hard as letting go.
Katherine has been found to be very friendly to children. Well, children that are not a threat. But come to think of it, what children are threats? Believe her, experiences can speak for themselves. Some children can be more experienced than adults, from what she's seen, seen, and most, no, more than most, would kill to survive. Katherine has seen things she wished she could un-see, but that's nearly impossible for her. She remembers memories. Mostly the bad ones. But also the good ones. She remembers when she first saw someone turn. It wasn't long before her friend named Jazalyn turned. Right before Katherine eyes. An experience she can not, shall not, not and will not ignore or try to forget. It was a terrible memory, but it taught Katherine that this world is more dangerous than she had thought, and it would not be easy to block it out. Even though Katherine has tried to many times before.
|Family|
·Mother·
·Father·
|Pet| n/a
|Other| Katherine is immune to the disease.
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Lilliana ○°•●Crushing on Gray in Fairy Tale○°•●
(last edited Sep 16, 2013 03:39PM)
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Full Name: CrystalNickname(optional): Crystal
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: img src="http://www.google.com.au/search?safe=....
Personality: nice, sometimes dark and serios
Family: all of her family is dead
Likes: night time and icecream
Dislikes: mean guys
Crush: Ash VanDel
Wepon: http://www.google.com.au/search?safe=...
Name: DastanAge: 17
Height: 5' 6"
Hair color: brown.
Eye color: red
Equipment so far:
-backpack
-gas mask
-water
-two cans of food
-a bow with 10 arrows
-and a machete
Clothes:
-Basic jeans
-a white long sleeve underneath a green t-shirt
-biker gloves
-knee pads and elbow pads.
Personality:
Is very quiet and lonely. He never grew up with his parents because of the horrors that happened. He was in a group once and he was the best leader they had, but their group was shot to death by other survivors and he was the only one left standing. If he needs to take lead he will. He studies every possible choice and uses the best one there is.
No problem. Also, you don't need to write so formally. Write like you're writing a book, or we're all collaborating on a story or something.
Sorry, it's habit. I am not really a big writer. I mostly do rp. And not a lot of people like my rp style. ^^'
It's fine, no one really cares, but I'm just letting you know you can hang out and not really worry about specific ways to write.
