The plague infection! ~ RP ~ Players needed!

[MollyBrownROX13]

(Accepted. Thnx for joining. )

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Vira, after using the last I her arrows, almost all of them finding their targets, she divided she'd probably have to go back to the city and find all the survivors. She was pretty much the only one that knew what was going on. Her mom had talked about it quite often as she knew almost as much as her mom did about it. She needed to explain to everyone out before people decided to commit suicide or something. In the beginning, she had 24+ arrows in her quiver. Now there was none left. Slipping her dagger from the sheath in her boot, she slipped away from the remaining zombies, and sprinting quickly back towards the city.

 

[StarrNico]

Anna moved the curtain, looking out the window.
"How does it look?" Asked Helen
"The same as it did yesterday, nothing moving" Anna answered and sighed. She wished their parents would come back, but feared they were already dead. She continued watching out the window.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

((We didn't have enough guys, so I decided to make another))

Name: Seth (doesn't have a last name)
Age: 18
Gender: M
Personality: kind, protective, can be aggressive, tough, brave, won't hesitate to protect the people he loves no matter what, resourceful, smart, can have a hot temper.
History: his mother died during child birth. His father was an alcoholic and often beat Seth. His father died when he was 12 from cancer. He learned to live on his own and survive without depending on others. But dispute his bad past, he is a true gentleman, and is determined to be what his father was not.
Crush: looking for the right person
Spouse: (over 19)
Teenager with a cure or no?: yes
Picture: none
Appearance: a shock of light, sandy blonde hair. Hunter green eyes. Muscular, tall (5' 8"),
Other: very good with any kind of gun. Has a pistol that he always keeps in his belt at his hip, or boot.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

As Vira neared the edge of the forest, she didn't hear the zombie behind her till it was too late. She was grabbed from behind, thrown and pinned to the ground. Her dagger had been hit from her hand and lay, gleaming in the thick grass a few feet away. She rolled on her back, then kicked upward at the zombie, launching him a few feet away and hitting a thick trunk of a tree with a sickening crack. She didn't wait to see if the zombie was still alive as she scrambled for her dagger and retrieved her backpack where she had dropped it. She ran out of the forest and towards the city again, stumbling slightly as she went, her bow in hand and dagger back in it's sheath. Her breath came out ragged and harsh. At a building farther inside the city, she kicked the locked door open and and slammed the door behind her, dead bolting the lock on the door and moved a big book shelf and fridge I front of the door. She didn't notice the wound on her shoulder till pain shot up her neck and to her head. She cringed and pulled the collar of her shirt to cover the wound and to stopped the bleeding. She had been bitten by a zombie. If she had to, she would put a dagger in herself before she turned. But first she had to pass the information to someone she could trust. She sank to the ground, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. please don't let me turn. Please don't let me turn. she prayed silently to herself.

 

[NinjaRooster]

Name: Joseph
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, doesn't say much, remains calm and peaceful in stressful situations, puts others needs before his own; although you'd never know it, he has a temper that flares up when anybody (or anything) steals from or hurts somebody else.
History: As a young boy, his parents taught him how to survive and gather food from the wild. He also trained in a few styles of martial arts and sword/stick fighting. He lived in a very remote area, so it took a few weeks before the plague was anywhere near his house. It finally struck when he was flying his Piper Cub around the surrounding mountain sides and dirt roads. He was just returning home, when he saw a group of 'them' around his house, forcing him to fly 150 miles until running out of gas. He landed in a field near the outskirts of a small town, and spent a few days watching for any signs of life (death for that matter). Finding the town to be abandoned, he searched for any supplies left but found very few. He returned to his plane with the intentions of staying one last night there before leaving, but found that it had been discover by a horde and was forced to disappear into evening. Since then, he has been trying to find any remaining survivors.
Crush: Not yet...
Spouse: (over 19)
Teenager with a cure or no?: yes
Picture: (Sorry, I don't have any...)
Appearance: (optional) Tall, muscular, short brown hair that matches his eyes.
Other: raised in Colorado and spent all his time outdoors, an expert in hand to hand combat/martial arts (taekwondo, aikido, wing chun), caries a rattan (similar to bamboo, but solid rather than hollow) escrima stick for defense.

(edited because hair color was the same as his hair color... yep

)

 

[StarrNico]

Name: Dylan O'Shea
Age:19
Gender: male
Personality: quiet and reserved
History: Is an actor, learned to act while growing up participating in medieval Renaissance festivals with his parents, that is where he learned to use swords also. His parents made him learn all the old skills as well as making him go on 'survival' trips with them. He moved away from his parents a couple of years ago, and does not know if they have survived the plague or not.
Crush:none
Spouse: (over 19)
Teenager with a cure or no?: yes
Picture:


Appearance: (optional)brown hair, blue eyes
Other:carries swords and gun

 

[StarrNico]

As Vira neared the edge of the forest, she didn't hear the zombie behind her till it was too late. She was grabbed from behind, thrown and pinned to the ground. Her dagger had been hit from her hand and lay, gleaming in the thick grass a few feet away. She rolled on her back, then kicked upward at the zombie, launching him a few feet away and hitting a thick trunk of a tree with a sickening crack. She didn't wait to see if the zombie was still alive as she scrambled for her dagger and retrieved her backpack where she had dropped it. She ran out of the forest and towards the city again, stumbling slightly as she went, her bow in hand and dagger back in it's sheath. Her breath came out ragged and harsh. At a building farther inside the city, she kicked the locked door open and and slammed the door behind her, dead bolting the lock on the door and moved a big book shelf and fridge I front of the door. She didn't notice the wound on her shoulder till pain shot up her neck and to her head. She cringed and pulled the collar of her shirt to cover the wound and to stopped the bleeding. She had been bitten by a zombie. If she had to, she would put a dagger in herself before she turned. But first she had to pass the information to someone she could trust. She sank to the ground, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. please don't let me turn. Please don't let me turn. she prayed silently to herself.

Helen made a small sound as she saw Vira. She turned slightly, looking to Anna as she came over to see what had made the noise. "Who are you?" Anna asked, pulling Helen back and reaching for her gun.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

[COLOR=333333]Name: Joseph Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, doesn't say much, remains calm and peaceful in stressful situations, puts others needs before his own; although you'd never know it, he has a temper that flares up when anybody (or anything) steals from or hurts somebody else.[/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]History: As a young boy, his parents taught him how to survive and gather food from the wild. He also trained in a few styles of martial arts and sword/stick fighting. He lived in a very remote area, so it took a few weeks before the plague was anywhere near his house. It finally struck when he was flying his Piper Cub around the surrounding mountain sides and dirt roads. He was just returning home, when he saw a group of 'them' around his house, forcing him to fly 150 miles until running out of gas. He landed in a field near the outskirts of a small town, and spent a few days watching for any signs of life (death for that matter). Finding the town to be abandoned, he searched for any supplies left but found very few. He returned to his plane with the intentions of staying one last night there before leaving, but found that it had been discover by a horde and was forced to disappear into evening. Since then, he has been trying to find any remaining survivors.[/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]Crush: Not yet... Spouse: (over 19) Teenager with a cure or no?: yes Picture: (Sorry, I don't have any...) Appearance: (optional) Tall, muscular, short brown hair that matches his eyes. Other: raised in Colorado and spent all his time outdoors, an expert in hand to hand combat/martial arts (taekwondo, aikido, wing chun), caries a rattan (similar to bamboo, but solid rather than hollow) escrima stick for defense.[/COLOR] (edited because hair color was the same as his hair color... yep:/ )

[COLOR=333333]Name: Dylan O'Shea Age:19 Gender: male Personality: quiet and reserved History: Is an actor, learned to act while growing up participating in medieval Renaissance festivals with his parents, that is where he learned to use swords also. His parents made him learn all the old skills as well as making him go on 'survival' trips with them. He moved away from his parents a couple of years ago, and does not know if they have survived the plague or not.[/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]Crush:none Spouse: (over 19) Teenager with a cure or no?: yes Picture:[/COLOR] [COLOR=333333] Appearance: (optional)brown hair, blue eyes Other:carries swords and gun[/COLOR]

(Both accepted.)

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Helen made a small sound as she saw Vira. She turned slightly, looking to Anna as she came over to see what had made the noise. "Who are you?" Anna asked, pulling Helen back and reaching for her gun.

Vira's head shot up and she instinctively reached for her dagger in her boot. But when she saw it was only two girls, she stopped. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to break in...." She apologized. "I just needed shelter and I thought this building was empty... Sorry for scaring you." She set her bow down, not wanting to scare them further. She slowly got to her feet. "My name's Elvira. But I go by Vira." She said, extending her hand as she introduced herself. She was being more open than usual because she didn't want to freak the girls out.