Ok I edited him
Lost in the Shadows (Apocalyptic Roleplay) Private
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Nice! Again really sorry about that. I love him btw <3
Thanks lol,
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So once we get one more person we'll probably be able to start.
Okie
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(Oh wait, I think we need to wait for @Norepinephrinxx and @BecInMYday to post their templates.) If they do that soon, then we can probably start without having another person joining)
(Okie lol)
Full name: Hayden Blain
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Hes a pretty chill to be around kind of person, hes great at keeping a level head and keeping call in stressful situations, hes good at keeping a lighthearted and doesn't take insults or teasing too seriously, hes a pretty goofy guy when you get to know him and a nice person. He hates seeing others in pain emotionally or physically and usually trusts people pretty easily. He can be a bit too selfless at times but hes a great listener or someone to rant to without judgement.
Appearance: Hair is thick, wavy, and a bit damaged. Its longer on top with shorter sides and the top is all fluffy, hair is also dyed a pale blue. Hes a pretty scrawny dude, very pale skin with light freckles and often has eyebags, eyes are a light grey colour, he walks relying on a cane.
Hair: https://pin.it/rdfs7dkmgnp6yp
Distinguishing marks: His blue hair, his freckles and his cane
usual outfit: He often wears a corduroy jacket, black slim Jean's, some kind of knit longsleeve shirt, and Van's or combat boots
Jacket: https://pin.it/tc7cz5bimscdd6
Shirt: https://pin.it/jsbrgyulgp6whq
Cane: https://pin.it/wostdjf4gxpips
Backstory: He got into a car accident when he was young where he damaged his spine. He spent a long time in a wheelchair and got extensive physical therapy for years to be able to walk at all. He got picked on for being in a wheelchair but he never let it get to him and instead learnt to make fun of himself and laugh with them instead of just them laughing at him. It did take a bit of a toll on his self confidence but he has more important things to worry about now.
Weapon: He attached a retractable blade into the bottom of his cane but he prefers long distance things like guns
(Bec is fairly busy because she has classes and she was sick for a while but idk when she'll be on)
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(Okay, that's fine! I think we might start tomorrow if I don't get busy! Which I highly doubt. Though it might take me a bit to get the starter. Btw @Norepinephrinxx I LOVE your character!)
(Ah thanks!)
Hello!
(Uh hey!)
Is it okay if I joined?
(You'll have to ask Write, I'm sure you'll be aloud.)
(Allowed* sorry!!)
(I knew I spelled it wrong, I was out of it trying to remember, thank you lol)
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Sure! Just fill out the template! <3
Full name: Alice Stone
Age (around 18): 19
Gender: female
Personality: she is usually a quiet person
Appearance: she has straight dark brown hair that stops at her shoulders and has chocolate brown eyes. She also wears glasses
Distinguishing marks(tattoos beauty marks etc. ): has a small scar on her right wrist
Usual outfit: a dark red hoodie with a white heart on her left shoulder and black pants
Backstory:
Weapon: a baseball bat
(Can we start now?)
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(Yep! Here's the starter!)
In a nice little town called Coffeeville in the middle of nowhere other than woods and forests.
It wasnt that small though. The population was good along with everything else.
The crime rate was really low, and the jail only had a few people.
Yeah, with the occasional death row and the little electric chair. The green mile.
Well people say that's where it all started.
They were rumored to break out of the lab that they were looking at a survivor from the electric chair. But nobody really knows what actually happened.
Its been three years now and about three-quarters of the world's population had been wiped out. Only a few survivors in each town, though most abandoned.
Min-Hyuk Youn had been one of the survivors in Coffeeville where it all started.
He walked out of his house and out of town once he had gotten everything gathered. Food, weapons, clothing, pictures. Anything that was really important. Two years ago he had already buried this mom and sister's bodies. Well, what was left of them. Now, all that he had now was the pictures.
He walked along the sidewalk, the cold Autumn air blew again his skin. With the mask over his face and his dark clothing. In the shadows, he might have looked like a Screamer himself. Screamers, that's what he, and most people call them. He's met a few people around, but they've all died. He's learned not to get too attached. Nobody was left in Coffeeville, so he thought he might as well leave.
He arrived at his shed, the forge in the back that wasnt fully functional, but he made it work.
He opened the metal door on the side, chaining and locking it once he was in.
He dropped his bags, three of them. One filled with food. Mostly canned, but some not. The other clothes. He didn't take much, though only the certain things he liked.
There was a mall nearby, though not in too good of shape. But there are clothes there, so he didn't mind.
The other bag had a few guns he had stolen from before the whole thing that he had left at home. Pictures, little things in memory of his family. What he had left of it from before.
He sighed, taking the bird-like mask, running his scarred and bruised hand through his raven black hair. He slumped down on the cold concrete floor and closed his eyes, falling asleep right then and there
Cj had lived in the small town of Orin Trails ever sense she was little, she had not hated it, but longed for something more. So she grew up, and had moved to the city. Boy was that a mistake. She was stuck here, knowing her family was most likely dead, and she was stuck in the attic of some old factory. Her life sucked. She slid down the stairs of the attic silently, she needed food and water. Luckily this was a water bottle factory. About the only one in town. She tossed water in her bag, pulling her hat lower over her eyes. She slowly scanned the town for any food she could find.
Alice looked outside her window, staring at her small town that used to be filled with violence. Now it was silent. She looked back to her room, wondering how long her food supply would last. Not very long, she thought. Alice put on her hoodie, a backpack and grabbed her bat, heading to a nearby store hoping that the food wasn’t spoiled or gone
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Min-Hyuk woke up about an hour later, looking over at the bags and deciding to organize his food, though he didn't particularly feel like it. There was a Mall nearby that he could probably get more supplies from. Hopefully, nobody got there before him. He got his weapon, homemade scythe, a few machetes, nothing too big or hard to. replace though. He was hoping to find a screamer and get it's spine. He would definitely love to.get his hands on one of those. The type of weapons he could make from one of those. He walked out of the metal door, wrapping the chain and locking it.
Rowan groaned and moved his neck from side to side, trying to get rid of all the kinks. He got up and dusted his pants and looked around for his bag and weapons. Walking out of the small shed, he looked around, trying to see where he should go next when he spotted the mall in the distance.
Hayden slowly walked around the exterior of the mall, constantly looking over his shoulder. He knew he had to make sure he was well aware of his surroundings since running away wasn't nessesarily his strong suit. He eventually found a fairly unbarricaded door on the east side of the building that he managed to squeeze through. The inside of the mall seemed fairly abandoned and run down but it seemed that some of the shops still had supplies left inside, hopefully of the useful type. Hayden tried to stay out of towns and cities as much as he could but he was running desperately low on supplies.
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Min-Hyuk went to the mall for about the fifth time this month. He went there to either study or kill the screamers. Though it was extremely challenging. The mall was where the screamers liked to go most other than the forest south of the city.
He quickly jumped through a broken glass window, kicking away the access glass around the frame.
He looked around through the lenses in his bird-like mask, which he just freshly cleaned. He walked out of the room and into the main opening, automatically assuming nobody was here. To his knowledge, everyone in this town had been destroyed.
Hayden was walking through the mall when he heard glass being moved around somewhere nearby. He looked around for someplace to hide there was one store that was more hidden but he would have to climb over things which would not be a quiet task for him so he as quickly and as quietly as he could rushed into a shop that's entire front must have been glass but it was all shattered now. His cane inevitably made small clicks on the floor as he walked and the glass on the floor didn't do him favours either. He guessed it had been some kind of clothing store and walked farther into it to hopefully keep out of sight from whatever or whoever he had heard.
Hey, could I join the RP?