Can You Survive a Zombie Apocalypse? --- RP STARTED.

Before we start this rp, we should start by telling a brief description of the characters we will be playing.

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Name: What is your character's name?

Type/Status: Are you a Zombie, Human, or maybe apart of the Military?

Age: What's your character's age?

Gender: Self-Explainatory, ne?

Sexuality: Again, self explanatory.

Description: Tell us a little about your characters background and physical description, even though you have already included a picture. Again, this is realistic, so please no anime plot characters. This should be at 2-3 paragraphs minimum.

Personality: The most important part of your character, this tells what your person thinks, feels, behaves, etc. This is the core of your character, and therefore you have to show some work on it. It should be a minimum of 3 paragraphs long, though of course you are encouraged to go further.

History: Tell us about your person's life and how they became who they are. Their triumphs and falls, the good and the bad, etc.

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I had an apocalypse RP in mind myself, but it was more of a heaven versus hell type of thing. but my question is how can u keep the story interesting with no intelligent opposition, well i'll give this a try.
Type/Status: Human Veteran

Age: 74

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Description: War Veteran armed with his old WWII weaponry fighting the undead horde

Personality: Sometime calm and cool with good leadership qualities but when in battle he can lose himself.

History: WWII vet struggling to maintain his post traumatic stress disorder.

Tiki, you will need some kind of picture~ xD

(c) Thinking About Forever by BlackOctober16 @ deviantArt

Name: Cassandra Munroe

Type/Status: Human

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Description: Cassandra has dark brown hair with bright blue eyes that change color depending on the day and mood she is in. She lives alone in New York City with her German Shepherd, Cera. She is a spunky fashion designer of Manhattan.

Personality: Cassandra is normally an over rational individual, quick to temper and very high maintenance. She grew up with excellent morals although she comes off as a stuck-up and spoiled brat. There is more than meets the eye with her. She does not easily trust other people because she blocked out everyone since her parents died in a car accident when she was 16 years old. She loves the city life and greatly dislikes being where modern facilities are not.

History: Cassandra grew up in New York and always had the "good" life until she was 16 and her parents had passed away in a car accident. She went downhill from there and forced to move in with her Aunt. When Cassandra graduated from university she went to builting her own business in Manhattan, New York.

Character Name: Sam. Just plain Sam, or Sammy.

Character of Picture:
Finding a realistic picture would be a bitcccccchhhhh and I couldn't use ma originality as much >:C ROARRR.

Type/Status: Human

Age: 20-30 (Sorry, I just have such major problems with answering guestions such as this due ma OCD)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight. A rather homophobic one.

Description: He wears an open, long, black coat with an open belt on it, and a fedora hat from the nineteen twenties. And to accompany those, he has biker gloves, a couple of rings, blue & white striped underpants, and long boots. Also wears a cross around his neck, and some cool rare seeming bright red headphones. Will draw a picture later, propably, but sorrey, chu aint getting a realistic picture. Unless you find one such as this, that is. Oh and shortish black hair.

Personality: Rarely thinking of the consiguences of the things he does, he lives what he calls a free life. He takes it easy, does what feels good, by the motto "Life is short, so *%^& pleasing others, I like my striped underpants". He doesnt like fighting so instead he tries to talk his way out of such situations, however still knowing how to use a sword... self learned for plain fun, that is. He loves the live in a city, listening to the sounds of the cars and people going around. Hates flies, loves spiders.

History: Unknownishy. Some yearsd ago, you see, he was hit by a car. Breaking his other leg, he also lost his memories, memembering nothing of what happaned before that very day: the first thing he remembers is waking up in a hospital.

Name: Alan

Type: Human Survivor

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight (doesn't mind gays or lesbians)

Description: Signature black hat, black hair, brown eyes, small growing mustache, black trench coat, Ghostbusters shirt, dog tags around neck, spray painted black "Scout Bag" hidden under trench coat, "tiger slashes" black jeans, black steel toe boots.

Personality: Caring, half serious half joking, willing to fight for others, energetic, friendly. Alan tries to save whoever he can, isn't completely serious on the whole zombie holocaust unless he needs to be, he fights for others and puts others lives ahead of his own, he's energetic, and he tries to make as many friends as possible.

History: A guy who was always yearning for life to change somehow finds himself caught up in a zombie assault. He decided to fight the zombie hordes in an attempt to help bring peace and started saving people, thinking it is his goal in life. Knows how to fire guns and always having plenty of supplies on him, he somewhat enjoys fighting the undead, so long as it's not in a dire situation.




"Who is that mysterious handsome rogue?"

Name: Cole Peace

Type/Status: Human/Partial Zombie

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Description: Striped Hoodie, Glowing Orange Eyes (from virus), Half finger gloves, Faded jeans, skater shoes.

Personality: A silent man. He can't remember much from his past, due to the injection of the Zombie virus. Protective over his friends, longs to remember or find his family. Strongly hates the Zombies, never stops shooting one until he's sure it's dead. Dispite all this, he still is rather comedic.

History: Jobless. Homeless. He lost his memory after he was injected with the virus. The virus activated when he first touched a zombie. Given glowing eyes, and a hatred towards these creatures, he fights them to find anyone who may have known who he was. Due to the virus, he also has the ability to change his arm into a blade

Alucard009 wrote:"Who is that mysterious handsome rogue?"

who ever it is he looks like my brother.

Name: Robert

Type: Human Survivor

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Description: dark brown hair, brown eyes, black leather jacket, navy blue collar shirt with white T-shirt, colt 1911 in WWII holster under jacket, navy blue slacks, black leather shoes.

Personality: protective, serious, willing to fight for others, laid back, friendly(ish). every life is valuable in these times. is completely serious on the whole zombie holocaust. he fights for others, and tries to make as many friends as possible, in times like these you need to be friends with every one.

History: makes weapons and armor, all the years of video games have made for pretty fast reflexes, made him a good tactician, and has practiced combat in spear time.

Spoiler:

(Its Alucardoe, just so you knoe XD)

I would like to point out if you where a jacket you have a better chance at survival because they are bite proof. so be sure to where layered clothing

-shirtless-.


Right.

...oh.

Alan "And on the same note, don't wear things that have parts that stick out like hoods or large parts that are easy for people/zombies to grab a hold of."


It's also recommended that you have short hair, but screw that! I wear a hat!

you know how hard it is to find a barber here in apocalyptia?


oh and

Alucard009 wrote:don't wear things that have parts that stick out like hoods or large parts that are easy for people/zombies to grab a hold of.

says trench coat man.

Alan "That's fine by me. It doesn't have anything truly hanging out all that much, so I think it's okay."


Ya know, even if they don't bite through your flesh, if you're wearing stuff they might be able to break your bones.

-wearing a hoodie-

ouh.

-puts hood up-

Da-Naaah!

Alucard009 wrote:Ya know, even if they don't bite through your flesh, if you're wearing stuff they might be able to break your bones.

no, wherein loose clothing there mouths will not get far enough up your arm to get a good grip, there teeth will slip. at most they will pinch your arm.

Cole stood on a building, in a section on New York City that had been completely overrun by the zombies, there was no people, no life in this part of the city anymore. After he was injected with the virus, he thought he would turn into one of these, things. But, he seemed immune to it, for now. Cole hopped off the building, landing in the abandoned streets. Cole began to run toward the other side of New York City, faster then he ever knew he could. "What... is this virus doing to me...?"

Robert herd some noise, he thought some one broke into his apartment, as he walked out he saw a guy in a police uniform in the kitchen, he hid his gun and said "something wrong officer?"- no reply, he then looked, he was eating every thing, Robert the said "you hungry?"-no reply, he then walks closer, cop still eating, he then looks, his front door has been ripped off, he is starting to suspect something is wrong, he then taps the officer with his foot, the officer then turns around and growls at him, the officer was pail, looked sick. he had blood shot Eyes, and his neck was bleeding, jokingly he said "there is chili in the cabinets if you are still hungry."- to his surprise the officer gets the chili from the cabinet, and uses the automatic can opener to open it, he starts eating. he then says "okay, I am going back to sleep. hopefully when I get up every thing will be normal."-no reply, Robert then walks back to his room, pushes his computer desk and TV up to the door. and gos to sleep.

He wakes up the next morning to see the TV and computer desk were up against the door, he thinks "I must have been sleep walking" he removes the blockage to see his living room was messed up. the refrigerator was empty. and the door ripped off the frame. "okay, that wasn't a dream." he then got to call the police. the phone was dead. he thought to himself "damn it comcast! not again." he then puts on his jacket and steps outside.

the place was a ghost town, there were a few human bones in the street. he thought to him self "I might owe that bum on the street an apology."
he gos back inside, puts on his armor, grabs his folding hunting knife, puts on the colt 1911, and sets out to find out what happened.

After making it across NYC, Cole discovered a large horde of zombies. "Tch, this place musta been popular..." He then quickly climbed up a nearby house, and hopped on the roof. "...Hmn?" Cole heard barking from underneath him. " A... dog...?"

Gerald could hear screams and roars and all he could see is a flash of white as he slowly relived his life in the war. As if he had snapped, Gerald pulled out his Volksgrenadier MP44 and shot at all that ran at him.
Gerald: GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING NAZIS!!!
As the white fades Gerald returns to the world's current state as he stands before a pile of undead corpses with holes all over. Gerald recollects what had happened and gathered all the ammunition that he can carry from his shelf and jumps into his jeep and takes off.