darkSpyro

+(Its about time for zombie roleplay anyway..)+

Beware. This Role Play will have gore

Plot~+

Its the year 3001 and the zombie apocalypse has long sense ravaged the planet. Many believed that no one would survive the apocalypse. But they were wrong. Many people survived. Large groups of survivors cleared out zombies from large buildings and made a new home for themselves in this dead wasteland. These groups of survivors grew and cleared out more and more zombies and began to take back the planet.

As the zombies were killed off strange mutations in the zombie virus began to show up changing the zombies making them smarter and harder to kill. Things began looking grim for survival again. All hope was fading as the zombies changed and began growing in numbers again. Then one day a group of people came forth and swore to hunt down the zombies and wipe them out and save everyone. It became a job for only the best trained and most skilled. They were so skilled at taking out mutant zombies that they were able to leave the small colonies and go and make their own. The colonies of the Zombie hunters.

You are not one of the hunters but you aspire to be and you want nothing more then to be out there killing zombies and finding small groups of people who are still surviving alone and bring them to safety and to prove to the colony that you can protect them and are worthy to be a hunter. But you have to be quick. The colonies cant fight the mutant zombies on their own and they have lost contact with the Zombie Hunters. Go quickly find the hunters colony and get help and achieve your dreams in this wasteland of walking corpses.

Rules
In topic keep it PG-13
Any R-Rated stuff take to pms
No insta-kills or killing other players
If your character is inactive for too long they will be killed off.
No Mc's no Mary Sues no GodMod alright!?
Good.
There can be romance but not immediately take it slow keep it natural and as realistic as possible.
Thanks and Have Fun

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender: (Doesnt Have to be specific)
Personality: (Make full sentences. Be descriptive)
Skills: (Dont go over board.)
Weapon of choice: (You can have one gun, and two melee weapons) *Note if you chose a chainsaw you dont get a second melee.
Appearance: (Credit original artists please)
Other: (optional)

Will someone join please

Ooc: I know how it feels to have no one join. So i'll join!

Name: Gina Stills
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: A kind girl, who's almostalways willing to try and help others. "Almost," because she doesn't give second chances to those who have wronged her.
Skills: Excellent with daggers
Decent with a pistol
Weapon: Pistol
Dual Dagger
Appearance: Tall and lanky, Gina has red hair she always puts in a ponytail. She has blue eyes, and a small nose. Minor overbite.

Accepted Thank you for joining.... My role plays arent as good as they used to be i guess..

Name: Jedidiah James
Age:18
Gender: Male
Personality: generally quiet although he will speak once he feels comfortable. Has occasional anger issues. Is usually very understanding and patient with others. Protective.
Skills: Strength, marksmanship. Great hunter.
Weapon of choice: Axe with the flipside of the blade resembling a sledgehammer, crossbow, and curved skinning knife.
Appearance: Large( 6'6" and 295 pounds), wears overalls, combat boots and sometimes a leather face warmer as a mask. Has shoulder length dark brown hair along with green eyes.
Other: grew up in a farming colony until they where annihilated, then moved with his brother and mother to a city colony. The latter later died of sickness. Was small growing only gaining in size three years before present date. Worked hard on the farm, and hunted when he could.

Name: Denise Invictus
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Personality: Quite cold and bitter, rarely showing emotion out of deppressive moments, annoyance and occasional outright anger. Quite sarcastic, with a cool sense of humour, and won't hesitate to undermine someone when they embarrass themselves. If any companion gives her a reason to mistrust them, Denise will not hesitate to shoot.
On the rare occasion that she's actually happy, she can be quite pleasant to be around, jokng lightly and responding well to good humour, if a little awkward.
Skills: Has good aim and can move quick, but tends to get flustered and panicky when stressed. Is skilled with improvising bone shears to be used as an actual weapon, cutting and impaling zombies upon her blade.
Weapon of Choice: Assault rifle, a short knife, and a large pair of bone shears (think Trager from Outlast here).
Appearance: Pale skin, which is very lightly freckled. Chest-length, black hair, which is usually tied back loosely with a scrap of pink fabric, along with a black headband to keep it out of her eyes. Her eyes are pink. Average height and build for someone her age, not chubby but not exactly thin either, though there is visible muscle showing.
Wears a dark grey hoodie with pink accents, black leggings and runners. Doesn't mind being quite vulnerable, as long as she can move.
Other: Denise's reasoning for her admittedly erratic actions is pinned on the fact that her twin brother and his girlfriend was killed by his best friend's wife going mad during a zombie horde, killing her companions before turning her weapon upon herself. Often frustrated and bitter because she wants revenge and closure for her brother's demise, but knowing that her final pleasure has been denied to her by the psychopath's own hand.
Attempts to satiate her grief with killing every zombie she can get her shears and bullets stuck in, reasoning that life would've been fine, and that she'd still have brother and best friends, if they had never existed.

both accepted. I will post my character tonight

We will start soon just need 2 more guys.

Name: Davis Harron
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: She is somewhat hyperactive and enjoys making people smile. She does her best to appease others before herself and would rather have herself get hurt rather then others.
Skills: She is great with everything park-our.
Weapon of choice: She has a silenced pistol, a metal baseball bat and a fire axe.
Appearance: (Credit to artist)

Other: (optional)

Ooc: shall we begin?

We need 2 more male characters to even it out...

Ooc: I can come up with one more I am unsure if I could make a third

Name:Damien
Age: 19
Gender: male
Personality: is a complete psycho, finds the pain of others funny and has a twisted since of humor
Skills: quick thinker, smart, clever, exceptional pain tolerance, decent hand to hand fighter.
Weapon of choice: m9 Beretta, Katana, and A chain with hook attached on the end wrapped around his left arm(primarily the wrist area) underneath the sleeve of his hoodie.
Appearance: 5'9" and 120 lbs. Wears dark hoodie with old bloodstains along with black jeans that follow suit and black combat boots. Pale and skinny with dark hair.
Other: the only reason he is helping is so that in the future he will have more humans to torture or even kill.

Guess I'll make another, too.

Name: Phillip Zephyr
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: A no-nonsense individual with a high sense of duty, doing whatever is right regardless of his own feelings towards the matter.
Skills: While not particularly fast, he has near-perfect aim even when moving. His silence often means he can remain undetected when sneaking about.
Weapon of Choice: A sniper rifle, and two machetes.
Appearance: Quite pale. Wild black hair. Light green eyes, though many would argue that his eyes are yellow. Short and thin, though stronger than he looks. Quite pointy in appearance, his cheek bones quite prominent.
Wears a light grey jacket with black accents and a white t-shirt. Black pants. Wears a black scarf, which is usually raised to cover the lower part of his face. Black runners with white accents.
Other: Denise's first cousin once removed, the eldest son of her eldest cousin.
Many believe him to be mute, as he very rarely talks and prefers to 'speak' through facial expression. Fully capable of talking, though only when the situation is dire. Because of this habit, many prefer that they don't hear his voice.

Accepted. Yay we can start!!!

The morning started the same as always. The sirens blaring, and the sounds of frantic civilians running to get their guns and weapons. Davis sat up quickly looking over the makeshift wall from the roof top she was on. She scoped out the zombies and a strange mutation she hadnt seen. She grabbed out a camera and snapped a picture before grabbing her pistol and fixating a scope onto it and aiming at the mutated zombie. She aimed for the middle of its neck before pulling the trigger hitting the neck of the zombie with precision, watching it collapse to the ground dead. She smiled and climbed down a ladder into her single room shack and grabbing her base ball bat running out to help clear out the normal zombies.

Gina was already outside the wall, slicing through any unmutated zombies with her dagger. She was much more careful with the mutants, which she referred to as "variants."

Damien pulled at the shackles that held his arms to the cell. His wrists where already bleeding from excessive wear. There would be a grunt and then a quick giggle from the pain that shot through his hands. Finally with one last shove and his own blood working like butter he pulled himself free.

Damien could already hear the sirens as he grabbed several of his personal items one of which being a 9mm pistol which he hid away in his waistband underneath his hoodie. He pulled the katana from its sheath and strapped the sheath around his back. "let's make it rain" He said sounding excited "blood."

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The sirens brought Jed out of his thoughts. He sat in pitch darkness for a little bit before grabbing his axe and crossbow and making his way outside. Upon stepping out the door he shot a couple arrows before dropping the crossbow and making his way forward using brute strength and determination to crack bones and crush skulls.

Denise chuckled wearily as she dodged through the crowds of zombies, firing her gun in quick bursts as to prevent the need to reload often. Phillip trailed closely behind her, eliminating the threats that lingered beyond his cousin's assault rifle's poor range. Likewise, she protected the younger teenager up close as his gun failed with close proximity.

"What's up with all the weird ones, you reckon?" Denise called back, plunging her knife up the throat of a zombie who had managed to evade both guns. Phillip merely shrugged. "Huh, you think? Interesting theory."

Denise had her cap over her eyes as she ran jumping over the wall from a pile of old cars that were stacked. She flipped and landed her Jordan's into a zombies face making her landing much softer. She took off running leaving bloody foot prints behind her. She gripped her base ball bat tightly swinging upwards hitting a zombie in the lower jaw sending it backwards and fixed her cap and blew a bubble with her gum. "Home run!"

Blood sprayed everywhere as Damien pushed his blade through the spinal column of a zombie. After exiting the flesh he quickly changed the direction of taking off the head of another zombie. He took a look around at the chaos, the beautiful chaos. Some fell and others where fairly successful at their violent endeavors.

Damien strolled over to where he heard gunfire, curious as to who had such fire power when most relied on melee weapons. He came across Denise and Philip who where making minced-meat out of the hoard around them. He couldn't help but stand in awe of the blood shed before sheathing his blade and switching to his hook chain to join them.

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Jed brought the hammer axe combo down exploding the head of the grounded undead. He then lifted and swung the heavy device planting it square in the face of another zombie sending it flying.

He took a look around to see if any person in particular needed help. He noticed Davis Harron put a zombie on the ground to which he reacted quickly and instinctively by swing the axe down and beheading it, finishing the job.

Regine noticed a group of three, who were slicing through the zombies with unmistakable ease. Hacking and slashing a path through the horde of zombies, in order to assist in the massacre. She stabbed a zombie who she assumed Damien hadn't noticed (it was directly behind him) through the brain. She thenbegan to slice through the horde.

Davis continued to wipe out zombies one at a time though not paying attention to the fact that a mutant was creeping up on her. It stood on a car and as Davis turned she saw a mutated zombie with a huge tongue and tallons. (Think of the smoker from L4D2) It shot its tongue at her as she tried to dodge the tongue caught her ankle causing her to trip. "****" She swore not being able to reach her baseball bat that she had dropped. 'I cant go down this way...' She thought trying to reach her base ball bat.

Damien held the chain in both hands using the weight and momentum of it to create a blunt weapon. It arched out slamming into heads and wrapped around the neck of one. With a quick pull the zombies head snapped to where it was facing backwards. With a smile he grabbed a the hook and shoved it into the head of another before wrapping the third around the neck and using opposing forces to make it's head pop.

He could hear, no feel, it creep up behind him. Just one that's all it took. Damien had already wrapped himself in a chain web when his hand got caught. He looked back as a zombie crept up behind him and he tried to pull his hand which had gotten stuck in the chain. A smile crept onto his face as he felt the void get closer. 'it happens so fast, one second you are here and the next you are gone' where his thoughts.

Suddenly there was a splatter of blood where Gina had saved him. He let out a burst of laughter at the close call. It had all happened in seconds and now he was wondering to himself what to do. He had never known anybody to want to save him, but of course it was a random selfless act. If she where smart, if she knew who he was, she would have and should have let him die.

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Jedidiah was quick to drop his weapon a pull his knife making a quick rush towards Davis's side. He threw his axe much like a two-handed tomahawk. Then he went to cutting on the tongue in order to free her.

Denise noticed the two people that had appeared to help them, turning towards Phillip. His eyebrows were raised skeptically, drawing his sharper machete warily. Denise followed suit, pulling out her scissors in time to skewer a zombie through the chest. Whether their newfound companions were friendly or not, neither trusted themselves well enough to guarantee they wouldn't accidentally shoot them.

Can I join?

Name: Ura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Ura is shy and quiet, she prefers to keep to herself.
Skills: Very nimble
Weapon of choice: Katana, can she have a bow?
Appearance: A dark-skinned girl with shoulder-length black hair that wears a silver dress (With slits to enable better running and climbing, cut by Ura herself) and a necklace with a dragon charm
Other:

It does say accepting in the title so I decided I wanted to join.

((Accepted))


Davis looked at Jedidiah and nodded in thanks as she got up grabbing her base ball bat and his shoulder forcing him to duck as she slammed her bat into a zombie that was trying to ambush him. She let her bat fall to her side as she let go of his shoulder. She looked around seeing the last few zombies of the hoard fall to the others who were fighting and she sighed sitting and panting slightly. Her heart was racing. If Jedidiah hadn't been there she would have been dead by now. I'm becoming reckless. she thought.

Jed took a breath as it seemed things where cooling down. However he had dropped two weapons and now is left with only a knife. He looked toward Davis and uttered a thank you for saving him. 'I need to get my axe back, and if we get another surge get that. Or we may be in trouble in the future' he thought to himself.

Jedidiah then turned back to Davis "are you alright?" he asked "you didn't get bit did ya?"

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Damien had rehooked his chain for a while now depending on his sword to get him through. Besides, out of all the weapons he had, the katana was his favorite. He twisted and turned in a gorey dance that brought him a since of nirvana. Until he turned and saw no more in range.

Damien lowered his sword a little depressed at the carnage ending but somewhat glad for the rest. "boy that was fun" he said a bit too cheery for the situation "What's the body count?"

Davis pulled her hat off and ran a hand through her hair. "Im fine. And if i had gotten bitten you would have known... I would have killed myself already... Id rather die then become one of those things..." She said putting her hat back on. "Are you alright? And.. thank you for saving me also." She said getting up and holding out her hand. "Im davis harron. Nice to meet you." She said waiting for him to shake her hand.

*Where should I begin? If you want me not to use stars for ooc posts I don't mind.*

((You can begin anywhere you want but if you need help you could have your character wake up from a nightmare or something.))
((Well i would say about 50 years for the zombie apocalypse.))

Ura was standing on a rooftop. She watched the zombies swarm beneath her. She smiled to herself, stroking her Katana. She leaped into the swarm of zombies, slicing at dead flesh everywhere she turned.

OC: I'll join.

Name: Kaladin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: A mysterious guy with a flair for the medieval ages. He is a mute and mostly keeps to himself. Shows up out of nowhere to save others in trouble.
Skills: Is highly skilled in using any of the weapons from the medieval ages, but is a sharpshooter when it comes to the bow. Also is a master tracker and woodsman, therefore allowing him to create his own arrows. He is fast and agile.
Weapon of Choice: A longbow, with a quiver of arrows and a flail at his side.
Appearance: He has deep blue eyes with a slash over his right eye. His hair is long and golden like the rays of the morning sun. He is very tall and well fit. Clothed in an emerald green long sleeve shirt with long, thick black leather gloves to cover his hands. He also wears navy blue jeans with tall thick brown boots covering his feet. Over this he wears a emerald green travelling cloak with a hood.

Name: Laurell Evens
Age: 27
Gender: female
Personality: Laurell is a naturally calm and collected person. No matter what seems to be happening, she always appears to have at least minor control over the situation.
She has a relatively self-assured nature, thinking that either she has the skills necessary or that she's the best person for the job flat out. This self confidence is once of the man reasons that she has survived for so long. One of her favorite pass times is simply proving to her girlfriend, Felocity, that she is the best zombie hunter between them.
Laurell is slightly independent and withdrawn, mostly because it's very hard for her to have an on par conversation with other people. She happens to be one of the most logical and mathematical minds left in the country. (Although she lacks in the common sense department.) She devices good tactics and percentages, however her actual intelligence involving other people is rather limited.
She trained in sword play, and definitely prefers them to guns for the reason that the later create far too much noise.
Skills: Mathematics and tactics, sword play,
Weapon of choice: Large sword, Dagger, pistol for last resort.
Appearance: At 6' and weighing in at around 160 pounds, Laurell is a large muscled woman. Her eyes a cool blue, her skin a milk chocolate color. Her face is narrow, her eyes rounding out her features. She has larger lips than most, however they don't overpower her other features. She is broad shoulder, wide armed, and over all well built. Despite the fact that she isn't really curvy, she defiantly has a body. Her hair is cut off roughly and messily, an uneven sort of light brown mess. She doesn't care much for appearances, rather the practicality.
Laurell wears clothing convenient for the trade, leather jacket with a tank top underneath, the toughest jeans she could find and sturdy boots. All the better to keep the undead from biting and turning her. She wears her weapons openly.
Other: Laurell is in a relationship with Felicity (Shorty's character.)

Sweet All accepted.

@FurryBeam136 the swarm is already dead and if she was on a roof and jumped into a hoard she would be eaten alive... I don't want to sound rude but it needs to be more realistic and more then two sentences..

And a thing to every one in the rp. Your character isn't allowed to be over powered. They can show off but not invincible.

Thanks

Jed reached out and shook her hand "Jedidiah James" he answered "I don't know I have heard stories of several people surviving being bit, however that is just hear say." Jed took a look around "if this where to happen again, I don't believe we will survive. Something needs to change or we might not make it."

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Damien turned to Denise and Phillip "mind if I tell you a story?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I-" Denise glanced at Phillip, fiddling with the handle of her shears warily. He didn't appear to be listening, mainly focusing on cleaning his knife of the blood coating it. "Sure, I guess."

Damien crossed his legs and sat among the bodies. Putting his hand on his knee to support his weight he leaned forward and grinned "I used to live miles from this place" he started " an old outpost, it's probably abandoned now. I grew up there. I guess in a sick way it was my home, but when your an orphan child with one friend do you really have a place where your heart can rest? There was this girl who lived there, and all the boys wooed over her. Like she was something special. I didn't see it.

After all she was rude, inconsiderate and self absorbed. Daddy got her everything and anything he didn't get someone else did for her. Growing up spoiled like that never had to fight a day in her life. While me and Ha-" He stopped his smile faded and looked down acting as if he had something bitter in his mouth.

He then looked back up and as if he remembered what he was doing continued "What she couldn't get she would take. You dare not fight back 'cause daddy gots a brand new .45" he laughed. "So one day we go to get some supplies from a nearby cellar, not really in town but still a generally safe area. Well before hand I had a pleasant visit with an officer. And only one person left the station. We get down in the cellar and right as the last things are being brought up to the cart, I show off my new piece." Damien reached behind his back and pulled out the pistol keeping his hand relaxed and the barrel pointed at the ground.

"bang bang! The others where dead before they hit the floor, but not her. No I HaTeD her" He spat angrily "What she had down?" Damien chuckled "No, no I tied a rope around her neck and hung her out to dry. And finally I saw her beauty. She wasn't much prettier than we she was trying to choke out a plea for her life. And when daddy got word of it." He stopped a put the gun up to his head a cocked the hammer "it went something like this" he pulled the trigger and there was a click. Damien laughed.

Ura slashed her way towards a nearby building, surrounded by the zombies. She expertly dodged their bites, wishing for the thousandth time she wasn't alone.

Laurell was sat on top of a relatively safe ruin of a building. Okay, sure, what really could be considered safe when the dead rose up to give the living a case of the undead munchies? But for Laurell's book she felt relatively safe. She turned to see if Felicity, if she was nearby. With a small smirk she proposed her game. "Hey, I bet my desert ration that you can't shoot the one with the pink jacket."

Laurell raised an eyebrow at Felecity, "I'm not shooting my gun here. Too much noise. The challenge is that you can't hit the one in the pink jacket and I keep my dessert ration." She restated with a grin and a chuckle, "Unless you'd like to prove me wrong and deprive me of my sweets for this evening."

"Agreed..." Davis said. "I have been getting pretty good with killing off mutants... but... I cant even take them on my own.. Id be dead if you hadnt showed up..." She said. "I owe you my life." She added as she looked around. "We need to find the hunters... They would be able to protect the colonies..." She sighed tapping her bat against her shoes.

"You don't owe me anything" Jed said "time for humanity to play defense then?" He pondered for a minute "Let's round up some folks willing and able to go and then start searching. I need to get something first though. Where shall we meet up?"

Kal looses two arrows in succession with pinpoint accuracy, downing to zombies behind the group, before leaping down and pulling the arrows out of the dead zombies head, right between the eyes. He glances at the others, waves but says nothing. A wicked flail is hanging from his belt drenched with more blood.

Ura made to the wall of the building, and began to climb. She scrambled swiftly to the roof and pulled out her bow. She aimed at a nearby zombie.

While removing the arrows two zombies rush toward Kal. Removing his flail he swings it in an arc above his head. The zombies fall with their head thoroughly smashed in by the flail's head. Then Kal finishes removing his arrow and silently stands in the shadows watching for danger.

Ura put her bow away and ran across the roof of the building, seeing a taller building nearby. She jumped towards it, reaching for a window ledge.

"And I keep my sweet dessert this time." Laurell said with a chuckle. She stretched her arms and double checked that she had her sword, her dagger, and her pistol. "We should probably move. We're looking for the zombie hunter camps, right? Don't suppose they left neon signs, huh?" She said as she started across the roof top.

Kal is perched on a high ledge too high for any zombies to reach him. His eyes scan for danger and his bow lays beside him, unstrung, but easily re-strung. His deep blue eyes gleam in the darkness, his right one standing out due to the scar.