Post by Callie on Feb 3, 2011 9:57:57 GMT -5
Our story takes place in the demolished streets of Manhattan, New York. Seven years have passed since the infection began, with little Manhattan as the heart. Now it's spread across the States, and maybe even the world. No one knows. You can hardly leave your city, let alone travel to another one. Things definitely look dreary for the few residents of Manhattan left. There are many, though, that are beginning to band together to get to the bottom of the mystery and try to put an end to it. First step? Forming a team. If you don't have more than one person with you, it's likely you won't survive. Second step? Finish the first step first; you may not even make it that far.
Rules
- If you don't know what zombies are, leave. Right now. I don't have the patience to explain it. xD
- No Mary Sues/Gary Stus.
- Or godmodding (as in, no, your character cannot kill a craptastic load of zombies without getting a scratch).
- You can make zombies, but there is no such thing as a good zombie. They kill people. They're mindless killing machines. End of story.
- If no one makes any zombies, that's completely fine. We can have NPC zombies.
- If you read these, put "go Alex!" in your first post, because she helped me make this.
- Your character lives in Manhattan. They can't live outside, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get in.
- Your charries can be mean, but please don't be mean yourself.
- Have fun!
Character Code:
I think that's all. If you're confused about something, just shoot me a PM or ask in the RP.
So, without further ado, here are my characters. I'm sure I'll be adding more later. xD
Rules
- If you don't know what zombies are, leave. Right now. I don't have the patience to explain it. xD
- No Mary Sues/Gary Stus.
- Or godmodding (as in, no, your character cannot kill a craptastic load of zombies without getting a scratch).
- You can make zombies, but there is no such thing as a good zombie. They kill people. They're mindless killing machines. End of story.
- If no one makes any zombies, that's completely fine. We can have NPC zombies.
- If you read these, put "go Alex!" in your first post, because she helped me make this.
- Your character lives in Manhattan. They can't live outside, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get in.
- Your charries can be mean, but please don't be mean yourself.
- Have fun!
Character Code:
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Biography:[/b]
[b]Picture:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b] I think that's all. If you're confused about something, just shoot me a PM or ask in the RP.
So, without further ado, here are my characters. I'm sure I'll be adding more later. xDName: Colt Matthews
Age: 24 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Adventurous, bold, flirty, cheerful, creative, daring, energetic, fighter, friendly, humorous, sarcastic, witty, seductive.
Biography: Colt hasn't really had the best life, but from his attitude, you wouldn't really guess it. Not that really anyone in Manhattan has had the best life, what with the zombies coming when many of them were teenagers or children. Colt, however, didn't have a great life even before that. What he thought was the perfect marriage, his parents, ended in 2002. Two years before the zombies appeared. Colt's dad left, and his mom tried, but they lived in poverty. There was no way they could be sure they'd live to see the next day, let alone Colt's sixteenth birthday. They managed to hide their suffering for a while until Colt's dad's sister, Violet, noticed and insisted the two of them come to live with her, her husband, and their daughter. At first, Colt's mother wasn't very sure about it; she didn't want to take advantage of them, but Colt managed to convince her that it would be better for both of them. For him. That it would be better for Colt got to her, and they moved in. Things were great there... until 2004, when the zombies came. Colt's aunt was the first to die, then his uncle, and then, in 2005, his mother was gone. He took Dahlia with him and ran.
Picture:
Other: Dahlia is his cousin.
Age: 24 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Adventurous, bold, flirty, cheerful, creative, daring, energetic, fighter, friendly, humorous, sarcastic, witty, seductive.
Biography: Colt hasn't really had the best life, but from his attitude, you wouldn't really guess it. Not that really anyone in Manhattan has had the best life, what with the zombies coming when many of them were teenagers or children. Colt, however, didn't have a great life even before that. What he thought was the perfect marriage, his parents, ended in 2002. Two years before the zombies appeared. Colt's dad left, and his mom tried, but they lived in poverty. There was no way they could be sure they'd live to see the next day, let alone Colt's sixteenth birthday. They managed to hide their suffering for a while until Colt's dad's sister, Violet, noticed and insisted the two of them come to live with her, her husband, and their daughter. At first, Colt's mother wasn't very sure about it; she didn't want to take advantage of them, but Colt managed to convince her that it would be better for both of them. For him. That it would be better for Colt got to her, and they moved in. Things were great there... until 2004, when the zombies came. Colt's aunt was the first to die, then his uncle, and then, in 2005, his mother was gone. He took Dahlia with him and ran.
Picture:
Other: Dahlia is his cousin.
Name: Dahlia Foster
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Bossy, sarcastic, curious, ferocious, witty, hard-working, honest, loyal, leader, proud, strong, stubborn, violent.
Biography: Dahlia's life has always been pretty great. Her parents were middle-class, so they had enough money to get the simple things, along with an occasional gift for their daughter. They never really understood her nature, though. Most girls liked to play with Barbie dolls, but Dahlia preferred Transformers. And the video games. Weren't video games supposed to be for boys? Dahlia's mom always wanted a little girl to dress up and pass on her jewelry to, but Dahlia was just never interested. In dresses, in jewelry, none of it. So, in 1999, her parents decided to try for another baby. Her mom was overjoyed when she discovered she was pregnant. Seven months later, Adrianna Foster was born. Dahlia couldn't help but feel bad for the little girl who had to go through life with such a name. Adrianna. However, she didn't need to feel bad for long. Four days after her birth, Adrianna died. Her parents gave up hope on haivng another girl after that, so they just doted on Dahlia. Well, until Colt and his mother moved in. Then they doted on all three of them, making sure they had whatever they needed when they needed it. Thirteen years old at the time, Dahlia loved hanging out with her sixteen-year-old cousin... when he would hang out with her. Mostly they played video games. Though Colt did teach Dahlia how to use a punching bag; she loved it. But that was in 2003, and one year after that... the zombies came. Colt seemed to know what he was doing when he took Dahlia and ran after their families died, so she let him take her.
Picture:
Other: Colt is her cousin.
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Bossy, sarcastic, curious, ferocious, witty, hard-working, honest, loyal, leader, proud, strong, stubborn, violent.
Biography: Dahlia's life has always been pretty great. Her parents were middle-class, so they had enough money to get the simple things, along with an occasional gift for their daughter. They never really understood her nature, though. Most girls liked to play with Barbie dolls, but Dahlia preferred Transformers. And the video games. Weren't video games supposed to be for boys? Dahlia's mom always wanted a little girl to dress up and pass on her jewelry to, but Dahlia was just never interested. In dresses, in jewelry, none of it. So, in 1999, her parents decided to try for another baby. Her mom was overjoyed when she discovered she was pregnant. Seven months later, Adrianna Foster was born. Dahlia couldn't help but feel bad for the little girl who had to go through life with such a name. Adrianna. However, she didn't need to feel bad for long. Four days after her birth, Adrianna died. Her parents gave up hope on haivng another girl after that, so they just doted on Dahlia. Well, until Colt and his mother moved in. Then they doted on all three of them, making sure they had whatever they needed when they needed it. Thirteen years old at the time, Dahlia loved hanging out with her sixteen-year-old cousin... when he would hang out with her. Mostly they played video games. Though Colt did teach Dahlia how to use a punching bag; she loved it. But that was in 2003, and one year after that... the zombies came. Colt seemed to know what he was doing when he took Dahlia and ran after their families died, so she let him take her.
Picture:
Other: Colt is her cousin.
Name: Drake White
Age: 23 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Joking, flirty, self-assured, carefree, daring, cocky, fighter, easygoing, impulsive, mischievous, witty.
Biography: Drake's parents' death didn't really affect him that much. That may sound like a horrible thing to say, but it's really the truth. His parents had never paid him much attention because they were so head-over-heels in love with each other. He had no problem with it, and he made friends and hung out with them instead. Drake felt sort of... weird when they were gone, though. Empty. He didn't have a home to return to, now that they were gone. And even if they rarely paid him attention, they were still his parents, and they'd given birth to him. He told himself that he still had it better than a lot of people; a lot of kids out there were young and loved their parents, but they had lost them. He tried not to think of that, and moved in with his girlfriend at the time. Drake kept the house after he shot her. Granted, he didn't shoot her until she'd turned into a zombie. He'd been hoping poor Grace wouldn't have the same fate as a lot of people, but she had, and so, he'd killed her. It didn't take Drake long to learn that when things were like this, it was kill or be killed. A lot of people just don't understand why he's so... upbeat about it all. Many people are depressed and have given up, but Drake just goes on his merry way, killing when he has to, and making friends when he can.
Picture:
Other: None.
Age: 23 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Joking, flirty, self-assured, carefree, daring, cocky, fighter, easygoing, impulsive, mischievous, witty.
Biography: Drake's parents' death didn't really affect him that much. That may sound like a horrible thing to say, but it's really the truth. His parents had never paid him much attention because they were so head-over-heels in love with each other. He had no problem with it, and he made friends and hung out with them instead. Drake felt sort of... weird when they were gone, though. Empty. He didn't have a home to return to, now that they were gone. And even if they rarely paid him attention, they were still his parents, and they'd given birth to him. He told himself that he still had it better than a lot of people; a lot of kids out there were young and loved their parents, but they had lost them. He tried not to think of that, and moved in with his girlfriend at the time. Drake kept the house after he shot her. Granted, he didn't shoot her until she'd turned into a zombie. He'd been hoping poor Grace wouldn't have the same fate as a lot of people, but she had, and so, he'd killed her. It didn't take Drake long to learn that when things were like this, it was kill or be killed. A lot of people just don't understand why he's so... upbeat about it all. Many people are depressed and have given up, but Drake just goes on his merry way, killing when he has to, and making friends when he can.
Picture:
Other: None.
Go Alex. 
I feel like if I don't join, then this will end up being the next big roleplay and I'll end up joining anyways. 
As you might have noticed. xD And Ash, I'm making you make a guy for Dahlia if Alex doesn't post.