Contagion [Post Apocaliptic, Drama]

[Miyu]

sure you can  join :P

[Aurora Wayland]

Name Samantha Wayland

Age 16

Gender Female

Personality Spunky, Curious. Can be immature at times. Often assertive with her opinions

Skills Spent a lot of her childhood with her father, learning about cars. She also took home economics in high school. As most teens her age she knows a fair share of computers. Her father also use to take her to the gun range on Saturdays.

Limits No blood or gore. No feces. Other then that, open.

Bio: Samantha grew up as a typical teen. She had friends and a loving family. When shit hit the fan, Samantha soon found herself on her own. From the age of 14 to the current 16 she has been traveling mostly alone, or with other survivors. She never stays long, as most of them end up dead from in fighting, or try raping the few women that are left!

With no real purpose other then to survive, Sam heads where ever her feet take her. She carries a small back pack with a few provisions in it. As well as her father's  Rueger .357 Magnum for protection. Although she looks young, the harsh way of living has made her street smart and wise.

[Miyu]

Welcome

[Alysanthia]

I set fire to the rain. And I threw us into the flames Where I felt somethin' die, cause I knew that was the last time, the last time.

Name: Morgan Chelette

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Personality: Defensive, always has her guard up. Never one to let anyone see her weakness she hides behind an wall that has taken years to build up.

Skills: Hunting, Survival, Cooking, Archery, Guns(moderate, still needs practice), Stealth, First Aid(some bandages, and able to locate herbs), Clear thinking, and sometimes a voice of reason.

Limits: (Please check O/O's for sexual limits)She can't stand idiots or airheads, anyone who bothers her when hunting. Those that have a weak stomach, ones quick to judge others based on appearance alone. Has a hard time dealing with others due to being bullied while in school as a child and teen, even into adult hood the bulling carried. Claustrophobic, and suffers from nightmares which often leaves Morgan with only two to four hours of sleep tops.

Bio: Growing up in the woods of Louisiana, Morgan was raised to hunt and survive. Her parents, both farmers and hunters taught their only child how to live successfully off the land if the need ever came. Both of them were Doomsday enthusiast, constantly panicking and preparing for the end of the world. Though she didn't share their extreme views, she did though help her parents without question.

This naturally caused Morgan to be an outcast at the school, her odd clothing and ways making no one wish to associate with the 'creepy girl'.

Enjoying her life amongst the animals and wilderness Morgan at times forgot to watch the news, so when the disease finally reached their part of the world her family though surprised, was ready having prepared for such a day. Many came begging for help but they only turned them away, saying it was too late for them and wished them only the best.

Going into a special room built for such an occasion, they watched as countless people suffered at the hands of the unseen killer. Finally when things seemed to have calmed down the family emerged from their safe-room. Yet people in the area knew, knew that the family had food and weapons.

One day while out hunting Morgan heard several gun shots coming from the direction of her home. Rushing through the woods she arrived a few seconds to late, watching a vehicle take off with what looked like several cases of their stock pile she ran into her home. Nearly choking on the stench of blood and the sight of parents bullet ridden bodies, Morgan was in shock.

Taking her favorite bow, several arrows, plenty of guns, knives, and food she burned down the only home she ever knew. Once the place was nothing but ash and charred wood, she left and is now simply wondering around. Careful in her travels Morgan always wear a protective mask and thick leather gloves, if she does come across a corpse in her travels, she will not hesitate to burn the body to help prevent further contamination. 

[Miyu]

Aly the only real problem I see with your background its the all to ready for a infection room. I have no problem with you being raised by hunters and being thought bow and arrow that is fine but I think your character its what I like to call 'too ready for anything' character. It kinda throws the fun out of things like failing to do stuff?. Your character would not go to school or know how to read or basically have people skills.

[Alysanthia]

Aly the only real problem I see with your background its the all to ready for a infection room. I have no problem with you being raised by hunters and being thought bow and arrow that is fine but I think your character its what I like to call 'too ready for anything' character. It kinda throws the fun out of things like failing to do stuff?. Your character would not go to school or know how to read or basically have people skills.

Added somethings to the profile.

[Belisuavious]

Name Merrick Rycroft
Appearence(couldn't find a picture I liked) Merrick is fairly tall and skinny, standing 5'11 and weighing only 150 pounds. That hasn't changed much since the disease, but he has much more lean, wiry muscle than he did before. He tries to keep his dark hair cut as short as possible, and it has a bit of a ragged appearence due to the use of a knife to cut it. He gave up trying to stay clean shaven, and instead keeps his facial hair trimmed to about an inch long. His hands and lower arms are covered in a mess of smaller scars, the result of his vicous encounters throughout his wanderings, and a long twisty one runs from just beside his left eye down along his jaw, a near miss that almost killed him twice, once from the blade and again when it was infected. Fortunately he lived, though he had stayed hidden for almost three months in the same place.
Age 18
Gender Male
Skills Merrick can cook reasonably well, and can find his way around a motorcycle well enough to perform basic repairs on it. Wrestling gave him an excellent base to build his fighting experience on, fighting skills limited to hand-to-hand fighting and spraying bullets in the general direction of whoever he is shooting at. Fortuantely he has gotten better.
Personality After watching his friends die and knowing that his family must also be dead, he has been given two choices of how to react. Instead of giving in to the pain and just losing any sense of humanity he had, he simply holds as many of his feelings in as he possibly can. They will escape in the night at times, and he'll ake up with tears covering his face. In it's place he will flip between seriousness and a slight, if dark, humor depending on the situation.
tl;dr: Covers up the pain of losing everyone he cared about by pretending it never happened. Sometimes wakes up after nightmares.
Limits Would rather not kill if he could absolutely avoid it, fighting he has no issue with. Sexually, he is fairly vanilla, only having just lost his virginity to a cheerleader just before his fateful road trip.
Bio: Merrick was born and raised in a small town in mid-Alberta, a few hours from Edmonton. It was more or less a typical small town upbringing, with the social scene dominated by the football and volleyball teams with his own, beloved wrestling team recieving barely any mention whenever they competed, and a ahstily remembered line when they won a tourney.
He was just on his way back from a road trip through the states when all hell broke loose. His friends died in the first few days. He didn't think of them too much anymore during the waking hours. At night, sometimes, he would see their faces as they spasmed their life away in the final stages of the disease. He usually woke up right after that and didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
His family too, was probably dead, but they were the Schroedigers cat of his mind. He knew they were dead, how else could it have turned out, but because he didn't have any proof he wasn't certain. It was still a long way home though, and he had been wandering slowly north after he found himself alone in the world.
He had avoided any of the other survivor gangs, not wanting to fall in with some of the sadistic ones especially since he had been brought up "right" as his father would say. He had nothing against sharing a campsite with another lone traveler or a couple of them, but they would never stay together for longer than a day or so. At least he wasn't completely devoid of social contact to the point of having to make himself a volleyball friend to talk to.
And now he was in Boston, unsure of whether to continue north, or finally give in to the increasingly brutal urge for human contact.
Equipment Merrick has a backpack containing a change of underclothes, a few cans of food and a bag of Sour Cherries. For weapons, he has a H&K USP pistol with three cartridges of ammo, and a kukri knife he found in someones house.

[Miyu]

I set fire to the rain. And I threw us into the flames Where I felt somethin' die, cause I knew that was the last time, the last time.

Name: Morgan Chelette

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Personality: Defensive, always has her guard up. Never one to let anyone see her weakness she hides behind an wall that has taken years to build up.

Skills: Hunting, Survival, Cooking, Archery, Guns(moderate, still needs practice), Stealth, First Aid(some bandages, and able to locate herbs), Clear thinking, and sometimes a voice of reason.

Limits: (Please check O/O's for sexual limits)She can't stand idiots or airheads, anyone who bothers her when hunting. Those that have a weak stomach, ones quick to judge others based on appearance alone. Has a hard time dealing with others due to being bullied while in school as a child and teen, even into adult hood the bulling carried. Claustrophobic, and suffers from nightmares which often leaves Morgan with only two to four hours of sleep tops.

Bio: Growing up in the woods of Louisiana, Morgan was raised to hunt and survive. Her parents, both farmers and hunters taught their only child how to live successfully off the land if the need ever came. Both of them were Doomsday enthusiast, constantly panicking and preparing for the end of the world. Though she didn't share their extreme views, she did though help her parents without question.

This naturally caused Morgan to be an outcast at the school, her odd clothing and ways making no one wish to associate with the 'creepy girl'.

Enjoying her life amongst the animals and wilderness Morgan at times forgot to watch the news, so when the disease finally reached their part of the world her family though surprised, was ready having prepared for such a day. Many came begging for help but they only turned them away, saying it was too late for them and wished them only the best.

Going into a special room built for such an occasion, they watched as countless people suffered at the hands of the unseen killer. Finally when things seemed to have calmed down the family emerged from their safe-room. Yet people in the area knew, knew that the family had food and weapons.

One day while out hunting Morgan heard several gun shots coming from the direction of her home. Rushing through the woods she arrived a few seconds to late, watching a vehicle take off with what looked like several cases of their stock pile she ran into her home. Nearly choking on the stench of blood and the sight of parents bullet ridden bodies, Morgan was in shock.

Taking her favorite bow, several arrows, plenty of guns, knives, and food she burned down the only home she ever knew. Once the place was nothing but ash and charred wood, she left and is now simply wondering around. Careful in her travels Morgan always wear a protective mask and thick leather gloves, if she does come across a corpse in her travels, she will not hesitate to burn the body to help prevent further contamination.

mm bah I am going to allow it but no more ready for anything characters.

Name Merrick Rycroft
Appearence(couldn't find a picture I liked) Merrick is fairly tall and skinny, standing 5'11 and weighing only 150 pounds. That hasn't changed much since the disease, but he has much more lean, wiry muscle than he did before. He tries to keep his dark hair cut as short as possible, and it has a bit of a ragged appearence due to the use of a knife to cut it. He gave up trying to stay clean shaven, and instead keeps his facial hair trimmed to about an inch long. His hands and lower arms are covered in a mess of smaller scars, the result of his vicous encounters throughout his wanderings, and a long twisty one runs from just beside his left eye down along his jaw, a near miss that almost killed him twice, once from the blade and again when it was infected. Fortunately he lived, though he had stayed hidden for almost three months in the same place.
Age 18
Gender Male
Skills Merrick can cook reasonably well, and can find his way around a motorcycle well enough to perform basic repairs on it. Wrestling gave him an excellent base to build his fighting experience on, fighting skills limited to hand-to-hand fighting and spraying bullets in the general direction of whoever he is shooting at. Fortuantely he has gotten better.
Personality After watching his friends die and knowing that his family must also be dead, he has been given two choices of how to react. Instead of giving in to the pain and just losing any sense of humanity he had, he simply holds as many of his feelings in as he possibly can. They will escape in the night at times, and he'll ake up with tears covering his face. In it's place he will flip between seriousness and a slight, if dark, humor depending on the situation.
tl;dr: Covers up the pain of losing everyone he cared about by pretending it never happened. Sometimes wakes up after nightmares.
Limits Would rather not kill if he could absolutely avoid it, fighting he has no issue with. Sexually, he is fairly vanilla, only having just lost his virginity to a cheerleader just before his fateful road trip.
Bio: Merrick was born and raised in a small town in mid-Alberta, a few hours from Edmonton. It was more or less a typical small town upbringing, with the social scene dominated by the football and volleyball teams with his own, beloved wrestling team recieving barely any mention whenever they competed, and a ahstily remembered line when they won a tourney.
He was just on his way back from a road trip through the states when all hell broke loose. His friends died in the first few days. He didn't think of them too much anymore during the waking hours. At night, sometimes, he would see their faces as they spasmed their life away in the final stages of the disease. He usually woke up right after that and didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
His family too, was probably dead, but they were the Schroedigers cat of his mind. He knew they were dead, how else could it have turned out, but because he didn't have any proof he wasn't certain. It was still a long way home though, and he had been wandering slowly north after he found himself alone in the world.
He had avoided any of the other survivor gangs, not wanting to fall in with some of the sadistic ones especially since he had been brought up "right" as his father would say. He had nothing against sharing a campsite with another lone traveler or a couple of them, but they would never stay together for longer than a day or so. At least he wasn't completely devoid of social contact to the point of having to make himself a volleyball friend to talk to.
And now he was in Boston, unsure of whether to continue north, or finally give in to the increasingly brutal urge for human contact.
Equipment Merrick has a backpack containing a change of underclothes, a few cans of food and a bag of Sour Cherries. For weapons, he has a H&K USP pistol with three cartridges of ammo, and a kukri knife he found in someones house.

I need a good picture so I can approve it

[Belisuavious]

Ok, well then please disregard my application. I don't like using pictures, and even if I did I can't find a decent one.

[Alysanthia]

Sorry going to have to withdraw my character, some of my other games are really picking up and I don't really want a lot on my plate.


Good luck with the game.