Post-Apocalyptic Roleplay

(Dunno.)

(ANGEL. YOU ALIVE?)

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(Yeah, of course. We’re just waiting for Angel to come back. You can go ahead and submit your character though)

Name: Orion
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual, equal opportunity
Looks: Scruffy, Bright blue eyes, tanned skin, dirty brown hair, comfortable loose clothes
Personality: Kind, but is unafraid to be mean, hates to see people die, will give everything he can to save a child
Weapons: Claw-like knives with handles grasped in his palms that he fashioned himself, twin daggers with tips shaped for extra damage, excellent sniper, but can fire just about anything given time
Skills: Hand to hand combat, medical care to extremes(was an ER nurse), marksmanship

Orion is wandering, as he is apt to do, looking for anything of interest to trade at the next town.

(Sorry guys! You're welcome to join! My internet was down! :( )

(I also have school during the day, so this is the usual time that I'd be on unless I say otherwise.)

)(Aya. Take it away!

Neola sits in the tent, map in hand, she has found it to be quite useful. She marks areas where the hoards of monsters usually stay, and plans the next destination.
Ashton sits down beside Neo. "Where are we going next?"
"Maybe… Lincoln Center? It is not as populated with the… you know."
"Monsters." He finishes the sentence for her, the word gives her nightmares, and she already had enough on her plate. She didn't need more. He comforts her.
"I… I wish we could have helped her."
"Who?"
"The loner, she was hiding something…terrible…from her past… I recognized it in myself. She can't survive…emotionally… by herself."

(still there?)

(You’re here finally!)

(Yeah, sorry!)

(It’s okay! All good.)

(Obviously our characters are going to meet again… go to lincoln center!)

Gabriel listened intently as they discussed their next move. The girl, who had shown such a tough resolve before, seemed strangely subdued now. Some sense of feeling in Gabe opened, but he quickly put a lid on it. It wasn't going to do him much good. He settled into a semi-comfortable position in his cage and closed his eyes.

"Get somebody to guard the prisoner, a multiple people to guard his guns. If he escapes, let him. He won't be any good without weapons." Neo ordered.

Destin’s eyes snapped open at a quiet crunch of the leaves. She sat up quietly, reaching to her side to grip her gun lightly. She felt too tired, but it wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to. Seconds passed, but she couldn’t see anything. Then slowly her ears began to catch quiet voices. Her ears twitched and she slid down from her tree, knowing it was a bad move and one that could possibly get her killed. But Destiny had been searching for one particular group, and if this was the one, if she finally found the group who took Lee away from her, she would not miss a chance to drive a bullet through their brains.
Slowly, Destiny walked towards the voices, careful not to make a sound. When the virus spread through a failed genetic experiment and half the population was turned to Undead, the remaining humankind had no choice but to form separate groups. Some formed groups and became Hunters, catching food and protecting one another. Others became thieves, very few were loners, like Destiny herself. But most of them abandoned the remaining humanity residing in them and became what everyone now calls them; the Hunt.
The Hunt is a contingent of dangerous criminals. It doesn’t necessarily have to be one group; no, the Hunt was many groups. Their objective was to, unlike the muggers and thieves, kidnap any unfortunate soul and either kill them and feed them to their Turned dogs, or add them to their army, or worst of all, to ‘buy’ them for their own sick pleasure. Babies, children, teenagers, adults— it didn’t matter to them. They took whatever they found interest in. The Hunt was Destiny’s target for one reason; to rescue her Lee, her three year old companion who had been kidnapped just a week ago. Destiny knew they might have killed Lee, but Destiny still couldn’t lose hope. It had only been a week, after all.
Destiny peeked through the tree she was hiding behind, her eyes narrowed as she looked around. Unfamiliar faces greeted her vision, but at last, her eyes fell on the person who had left her to die once before, who did it again and took her Lee from her. And then to her relief, her eyes fell on a bruised up, sick looking little girl who was tied up.
Fire boiled in Destiny’s stomach as she took in the form of the girl.
I will kill them, Destiny swore to herself. I will not leave any alive.

Gabriel wasn't even fifteen minutes into his sleep when he heard footsteps outside his cage. He opened one eye and saw the guard standing there, weapon at the ready.

He sighed and closed his eyes again, "If you guys are this anal about security, why don't you just shoot me?" He asked, maintaining his relaxed state of mind. It would do him no good to be worried.

(Wow, mine was so long 🤔)

(gotta go eat… be back in a few.. sorry)

(Aya.)

(Kay~)

(gtg)

(my mom making me not have any electronics.)

(Ugh, I hate it when that happens)

(A N Y O N E H E R E?)

(Yup, but my guy and the group hasn't met yet)

(Yeah, true. I wonder when Angel and Shadow would get here)

(Here)

(Hullo. Now it's just Angel. Do you wanna post yours, or do you want to wait for Angel?)