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@crocssant-wants-coffee do you want a character sheet?

uuuhh sure ig. give me a chance to put together some things for a character i want to use

I got one for me, so I'mma post it

aight

Full name:

Age

Gender:

Height:

Weight:

Appearance:

Personality:

Distinguishing marks?:

Usual outfit:

Backstory:

Weapon:

Strengths:

Flaws:

When faced with a horde, what would they do?:

Full name: Damion DeVino

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: Around 190 lbs.

Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning

Personality: He is a reserved, intelligent young man that has a tenancy to take things much more seriously than he should. Every move he makes is a carefully calculated decision. Even in this new world, he has kept the same morals he had as a child. He's more of a follower than a natural leader.

Distinguishing marks?: A band-aid on the left side of his face that will seemingly never come off.

Usual outfit:

Backstory: Damion comes from a military family. His mother and father met in the Marine Corps, and his earliest memory was his father coming home in his uniform, a large smile on his face. He was a secluded and moody child, unable to cope with how much he moved around because of his parent's jobs. He doesn't speak much about his past, simply because it doesn't apply to the present.

Weapon:

Strengths: A skilled hand-to-hand fighter, he is physically fit and has the mind of a general when it comes to large-scale attacks.

Flaws: He can become too trusting in people and lacks the killer instinct. He'll try to avoid killing someone who is alive if he can.

When faced with a horde, what would they do?: Run in the opposite direction.

Are you still making your character?

yes, shush.

i was also stuck cleaning the bathrooms for hours so.

Cleaning bathrooms are fun, dawg

not when you cant breath bcs of the smell of bleach and ajax and cant see through the tears in your eyes from said cleaning supplies burning. it. it sucked. my hands are all dry now. i also spent half of cleaning my mom's shower crying so there was that

Did you turn the fan on?

yes. well, corean turned it off again, the ass, while i was cleaning, but i did have it on part of the time and it didnt do much

🤷

I never had that bad of a problem with it. I'm sorry for how sucky your day's been, tho

corean's just weirdly specific about how it gets clean, and part of that means so much cleaning Solution tm that you could gas a person in the shower just by holding the doors shut

it hasnt been too horrible, and it's looking up now for sure

Well, that's good

Wait, who dafuq is Corean?

jhgfhj oh thats right lmao you have no clue he is. my honorary uncle. he was my dads best friend, and they fell out of touch for a while for reasons, and now he basically lives with us part time and we love him

When did that happen?

a while ago. like months ago. i cam not believe i havent at least mentioned him to you before damn

Well, we haven't been talking, so it makes sense

it was like way before the argument thing tho so like. i really gotta start actually talking to people rip

🤷

Full name: Lotus Avillero, but goes by Safira, and doesn't share her actual name with anybody.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Height: 5'9

Weight: 150

Appearance: Dark hair, almost on the longer side, cut to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Keeps it down when she's not in the middle of doing something, when she is, it's up. Usually kept up with chopsticks. Bright blue eyes the color of the Mediterranean, almost always lined with eyeliner she loots when she finds it. Naturally more on the curvy side, but has lost quite a bit of that softness to muscle and hunger. Her skin is a light olive that tans quickly in the sun.

Personality: Flirty. Kind of a bitch. Has very big mom friend moments that nobody who knows her lets her live down, fully branding her the 'alcoholic mom friend'. Has her serious moments, but prefers to look for the lighter side of things. Badass as shit. Still kind of tbd, sorry

Distinguishing marks?: A tattoo of a watercolor butterfly spanning her upper back, a rainbow of colors. A w is branded on her stomach to the left. Is missing one of her toes.

Usual outfit: A black zip up hoodie layered underneath a leather jacket, and just a black sports bra underneath that. Jeans, usually black if she can, and a pair of military grade combat boots she stole from a guy who let her crash with him. Wears a silver locket in the shape of a heart, with a picture of her daughter on one side and her friends on the other.

Backstory:
-Born to a rich family, she was raised in an environment where she got everything.
-She felt stifled, and was a problem child from the moment she could walk.
-When she was fourteen, however, her father suffered a major loss in his company, and began drinking, growing violent.
-He ended up killing her mother in a drunken rage, and Lotus retaliated as soon as she could, killing him and then running.
-Needing money, she got a job as a 'pleasurer' at a brothel known as the House of White
-She found out she was pregnant just after the whole zombie debacle, and managed to survive and give birth to a baby girl, who is now living with friends of hers after she got separated from them during an attack.

Weapon: Throwing knives she was taught how to use by a friend, but only as a backup. Her main weapon is Gun.

Strengths: Speaks at least three languages, and used to memorize maps for fun, so she knows quite a few places. Loyal and protective of people she cares about. Not afraid to kick ass. Can operate an array of machinery that most people can't.

Flaws: Maybe a little too jump-the-gun-y. Can have a one track mind, and currently, her main focus is getting back to her daughter and friends. Dyslexic. Can be a bit too wary and closed off around new people.

When faced with a horde, what would they do?: Blow them up if she had to, using the explosives an old friend of her had gifted her. If she had the option though, she would make sure anyone she was with was safe and fight.

Holy shit…..

That is a great character.

My whole idea for the starter was him fleeing into a building when a horde ends up running through the town he was currently in. He ends up stepping into the wrong room and she socks the shit out of him as soon as he clears the doorway

hgfhhjkhgf she's actually one of the main characters in my nano project, just fantasy instead of modern. im glad you like her!!

that sounds perfectly on brand for her tbh and i love it

I'll type it out, then

Damion's mind was in full panic mode, which would have been acceptable for a person in his situation. He'd been sleeping in the backseat of a broke-down Toyota Corolla when the horde had came into town, snarling and clawing at the windows. He didn't even have time to do his hair, so it fell over his eyes and annoyed the shit out of him. Luckily, the car had came with a sunroof, so he was able to break the glass and just jump over the mass of undead, landing awkwardly on his left ankle. Getting out the the car, however, was only the first part of the equation. They, obviously, gave chase, stumbling and dragging their rotten bodies after the young man with the sole desire to bite into his flesh.

The closest building's door was (thank God) unlocked, so he slipped inside and slammed it shut. It was a glass door, however, so it wouldn't hold against the 30 or 40 walkers now aware of his presence. His only hope was to slip into a room and stay as quiet as he could. However, his luck was so bad today it was hard to even fathom. As soon as he stepped into the room, he received a blow to his head so hard it sent him onto his back and brought black spots into his vision. When he was finally able to see, he was staring down the barrel of a pistol, the metal glint in the back of the chamber showing it was indeed loaded.

When the horde came through the town Safira was in, the last thing she expected was to have to deal with another survivor. And yet here the woman was, standing over a man around her age, fist smarting and pistol aimed directly at his head. She wasn't taking any chances. Too many bad experiences with other survivors had taught her to never trust anyone she didn't already know, and this man fit under the 'don't trust category'.

"Here's how this is gonna go." Her voice was rich, a slightly exotic accent clinging to her words, though it had been muddled by almost a year of being on her own, leaving her with less of the accent she had loved so dearly. "I speak, you respond, and don't even think about getting up, or I will not hesitate to shoot you. Understood? Feel free to nod."

It took him a second to respond, since he had to spit out a small wad of blood. And a piece of his tooth. Well, shit, that sucks. He just hoped it wasn't one of his front teeth.

"Jus' shut the door before all this starts," he mumbled, pointing over at the main entrance to the building. Damion's voice, in contrast, had a strong Southern accent that hadn't dulled a bit, despite her being the first person he'd spoken to in over a year. "I brought about 30 of 'em with me an' I doubt that glass door gon' hold fo' much longer."