Survival of the Fittest: A Zombie Apocalypse Game (Still Accepting)

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Bloodied Porcelain

I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Lady Lunarius

Full Name : Larissa Jennings
Nicknames / Aliases : Rissa, (More can be made in game)
Age : 24
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Former Student at California State University.

Strengths :
  • Engineering: Former Engineering Student at C.S.U. She was near the completion of her B.A. when the outbreak occurred with plans to continue not long after.
  • Fit: Growing up on a farm in the South, she has learned the value of hard work and in turn her body has been in great shape all her life. She was on the track team, and even had an athletic scholarship at C.S.U.
  • Flexibility: Again her time on the farm and her athleticism has given her great flexibility. Her mothers efforts to force her daughter into more feminine activities lead her to ballet as a teenager. Possibly the only thing she and her mother could agree on.
  • Persistant: Once she starts something she doesn't give in. She puts her entire being into something.
  • Hunting: In an effort to stay close to her brothers, she went hunting to them every season. Spending hours in the woods she would sometimes bring home better kills than her brothers and on only one occasion (a lucky one) her father.
  • Tracking: Her father was known as the best tracker in their county. Having won various medals, and he attributed this to his time in Vietnam. He passed this trade on to his children, though Larissa is always trying to improve she still has some way to go.
Weaknesses :
  • Charitable: She has a soft spot. If someone is in need she'll give the shirt off her back.
  • Curious: Her curiosity has always gotten the best of her. Ever since she was a child and broke her arm trying to find out if their neighbors down the road were really aliens. She never really stopped asking questions or trying to find answers.
  • Impulsive: Speaks for itself.
  • Intolerance: She can't stand people who put others at risk needlessly. It is more than a pet peeve. It truly pisses her off.
  • Stubborn: She'll go for what she wants no matter what. No one will change her mind. Yes this is a weakness at times.
Special Gear :
  • Hunting Rifle
  • Ammunition Boxes: (Approx. 95 to 100 rounds)
  • Hunting Knife
  • Military Pack: Contains about 5 MR-E's, Waterbottle, pocket knife, sewing kit, 3 flares, a compass, flash light, 2 back up batteries for flashlight, box of matches (25 left), broken radio, a half used first aide kit, half used bottle of sunblock, blanket, and the pictures of the soldiers family in his wallet. (She keeps it as a way to remember his sacrifice)
Height : 5' 7"
Weight / Body type : Fairly athletic frame, and toned feminine muscles.Her hips have the curves of a woman who has not had children, though there is ample enough curves upon her chest.
Hair :Chestnut brown
Skin : Fairly pale considering the circumstances, she spends a lot of her time hiding in the woods, or taking shelter when she doesn't have to hunt or run for her life.
Eyes : Deep brown
Distinguishing Features : She has the symbol of infinity tattooed just below her collar bone. A symbol of her dedication to staying true to her path.

Personality : Generally trusting, Larissa will give people the benefit of the doubt, until they screw her over. Then she'll watch them like a hawk. She puts the needs of the less fortunate first, which has given her a few close calls over the past 6 months. She can not stand the thought of someone willingly sacrificing someone elses life. Without exploring other methods first.

Likes : Coffee, hunting, helping people, trustworthy people
Dislikes : Liars, thieves (ironic given her history), waste, sheep.
Fears : Spiders, never seeing her family again

History : Larissa grew up the youngest, and only daughter to two farmers in Georgia. Her father was a Marine who served a few rounds in Vietnam. Her mother waited nervously for his return. When he did they were married and spent much of their time making babies and running the family farm. By the time Larissa was born her mother had given birth to 8 boys, and Larissa.As the only girl among 8 boys Larissa was anything but sheltered. Her brothers made sure she knew how to take a hit, and hunt, as well as take out any guy who dared break her heart. No she didn't need her brothers to look out for her, it didn't stop them however. Her mother tried in vain to enter her in pageants and dance recitals but ballet was possibly the only thing Larissa did to please her mother. At least that's what she told herself.

Growing up she'd always had a love for engineering and when she was offered a full ride scholarship to California State University she jumped on it. Packing her bags and moving out west away from the family farm, and the life she'd always known. She got a job helping out on a farm just outside the city and that helped some with the homesickness. Though city farms were so much different than her hometown. She put her heart into studying, despite her mothers urging for her to come home and settle down, and despite the growing want to return home she knew she needed to finish this. OR she'd never feel complete.

When the outbreak occurred she was enjoying the night on the town. She wasn't sure what was happening at first. She'd thought riots had broken out. It was madness. Sure there had been mention and worry about the outbreak, but she hadn't thought it was this serious. It only took one or two days longer before she decided she needed to get her rifle out of pawn. One way or another. She wasn't going to be unprotected. It was easier, and yet more difficult than she thought. She hadn't been the only one thinking this way. As she came upon the pawn shop the National Guard was moving in to protect the streets, and Larissa found herself face to face with her first dead body. Human that is. The pawn shop owner lay dead, and someone, no something was digging out his organs and feasting upon them.

She screamed as it caught her scent and charged her, and one of the soldiers came to her rescue but another came up behind and bit the soldier. Grabbing the dropped gun she blew the face off the biter and gathered as many supplies as she could including the soldiers pack and supplies. Taking shelter for a week before she started to move on.

The last six months she has watched as the city became a desolate place. Watched as people died or turned. She moved on, hoping to make her way east but plans changed and as she met people she found herself betrayed on several occasions and left for dead many times. You'd think she learn, but her charitable nature wins every time.

The last few weeks she's been hiding out in a little wooded area near one of the farms not far outside the city. She's found a decent source of clean water, and limited hunting grounds. So far the infected aren't strong there, but its only a matter of hours or days before they are.

Sexuality : Straight
Sexual On's and Offs : She's very open to exploring new things. She likes spankings and light hair pulling, her first boyfriend in college turned her on to that.
Not so into facials and bathroom play however.

Player : Lady Lunarius
Face Claim: Nina Dobrev
LaLu's updated A/A's Updated
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LaLu's O.O's/Current Interests Updated 3-11-23
I am currently NOT open for a few new RP's

Kokaine

Current Craving/Looking For: Romance, Adventure, Action, Humor, and Erotica. (F/Any)

Current Post Rate: Moderate

Current Posts Owed: 1/8

My O/Os

Lady Lunarius

LaLu's updated A/A's Updated
LaLu's Delicious treats!
LaLu's O.O's/Current Interests Updated 3-11-23
I am currently NOT open for a few new RP's

Kokaine

Working on these two. They are open for plotting if anyone is interested and will be starting out on the beach most likely somewhere in SoCal and then traveling up the coast.

Uriah (WIP)
Full Name : Uriah Ezekiel Whitecloud
Nicknames / Aliases : Zeke, Kidd
Age : 21
Sex : Male
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Student / Amateur Surfer/ Martial Artist
Strengths :
  • Body Control / Agility / Self-Awareness
  • Positive Outlook / Optimistic
  • Clever - Uriah generally prefers to avoid the dead rather than fight and will usually do whatever he has to to that end
  • High pain tolerance
  • High stamina / Endurance
  • Good at fishing
    Weaknesses :
  • Can't stomach leaving someone behind
  • Heavy sleeper - while not impossible to wake, if he falls into a deep sleep it can take a bit to rouse him
  • Prefers not to fight - which sometimes means he endures more stress/strain/trouble than he probably needs to given his training
  • Too trusting
  • Doesn't like being alone
    Special Gear :
  • Backpack
  • extra t-shirts (2)
  • shorts (1)
  • hoodie (1)
  • Hand wraps
  • Long kitchen knife
  • 2 liter bottle of water
  • 10 single serving cups of Chef Boyardee
  • 6 packs of bubblegum (a little hard but it still chews)
  • A hair brush
  • Hockey skates (inline skates)
  • Combat boots


    Height : 5'11"
    Weight / Body type : 160 lbs
    Hair : Dark Brown / Black, worn long
    Skin : Light tan
    Eyes : Dark Brown
    Distinguishing Features :


    Personality : Prior to that fateful day 6 months ago, Uriah was known to be quite a lot of fun. He was the sort of guy that always had a smile for others and was known for his goofy (corny) manner that was generally more endearing than annoying. While he could be quite disciplined in taking care of business, he loved to party and play around and his youthful exuberance for most everything earned him the nickname 'Kidd' several times over.

    Now, after the world has become such a somber and serious place, Uriah finds that he too has become more serious. The discipline with which he managed his life before things turned for the worse has come in very handy and survival has become his top concern. However, the general free spirit and desire to see others around him smile has not abated and even in the wake of the numerous shuffling dead corpses when practical matters must take precedence over mere whims of fancy, Uriah remains a breath of fresh air. Uriah is cautious and considerate in this new world, and while he acts quickly and operates often based upon gut instinct most times in contrast he is fairly slow and deliberate with larger decisions.

    Likes : Surfing, swimming, the beach, girls, dancing, martial arts, having his hair messed with
    Dislikes : Alcohol, drugs, coffee, bugs in his hair, the smell of the dead
    Fears : Dying, finding out there truly is no hope, never being in love (or at least really serious like)

    History :

    Sexuality : Hetero
    Sexual On's and Offs : He's pretty vanilla at this point but probably could get into a bit of kink if it came up. See player O/Os or ask.

    Player : Kokaine
Charli (WIP)
Full Name : Charlotte Rose Whitecloud
Nicknames / Aliases : Charli
Age : 27
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Nightclub owner / Bartender

Strengths :
  • General street smarts
  • Thinks well under pressure
  • Steady hands / Nerves of steel
  • Can track and hunt thanks to her grandfather
  • Can operate a cross bow or traditional bow and is a fair shot

    Weaknesses :
  • Her half-brother, he's all she's got left of her family
  • She tends to shove down negative emotions and not deal with them until she finally explodes
  • A very picky eater
  • Her face gives away what she's thinking
  • Has bad allergies

    Special Gear :
  • hunting knife
  • canteen (full to start)
  • sunglasses
  • sun hat
  • satchel
  • blanket
  • trail mix
  • half a self caught and cooked hen
  • 15 day supply of Claritin
  • Instant coffee

    Height : 5'7"
    Weight / Body type : Average / Athletic
    Hair : Dark Brown
    Skin : Light tan
    Eyes : Dark Brown
    Distinguishing Features :


    Personality : Charli is the sort of girl who likes to be in the midst of crowd, yet not necessarily talking to anyone. While she feeds off the energy of having others moving and buzzing around her, she does not need to interact directly and in fact outside of work she generally won't approach anyone or initiate a conversation. That said, she wont go out of her way to make friends but once you get her talking she's plenty sociable with an easy, almost shy smile and engaging laugh. She's very laid back and easy going, preferring to ride the waves rather than fight them, and negative emotions are generally swallowed back. Her temper is very very long and difficult to spark in truth and she'll take a lot and keep on ticking but if you manage to set her off, look out! She's amiable enough but don't mistake her easy nature for weakness, or even trust. With Charli trust is hard to earn but once you do she'll go to hell and back for you without question.

    Likes : Surfing, swimming, the beach, music, people watching, sketching, reading, playing cards, cats, juggling, mixology, sudoku and crosswords
    Dislikes : The silence, the smell, being alone, dogs, men who think with their penis
    Fears : Dying, becoming a person she can't stand to see in the mirror, failing someone who depends on her, snakes, spiders, earthquakes

    History : Charlotte was born to a young and utterly irresponsible woman who valued her time in the limelight and the men she could bend to her will over the life she had somehow managed to bring into the world. As such, when Charli was 6 she was taken away from her mother and placed in the care of her father who had managed to grow up and land himself a decent job, house, car, and beautiful new wife. Charli's arrival was certainly a surprise for everyone, especially as the woman who would become her step-mother was pregnant at the time. However, adjustments were made and the six year old girl who was far too grown up for her age was welcomed into the household with open arms.

    That Charli was the product of a meaningless fling was never spoken of. She was treated no different from her brother when he finally came along and it made the transition much easier for the girl who'd felt mostly unwanted all her life. The rest of her childhood was fairly typical. Her family was thoroughly middle class so she never had to worry that there wasn't enough of anything. She participated in extracurricular activities, had friends and dated, did well in school, and even went on to college though she ended up taking a break after her freshman year.

    Her break from school led her to try and stretch her wings a bit which moved her up from Orange County to San Fransisco. There she took a few odd jobs and eventually ended up bartending. The atmosphere was just perfect for her. She liked the busy nights and blur of random faces, the meaningless chit chat and loud music. Her work ethic and reliability saw her moving up through the ranks at the main club where she worked, gaining more responsibility until she was made manager. After that Charli made the biggest leap of faith she'd ever made before and decided to open her own club.

    It took some serious work, luck, and the help of a few friends made but Charli's club was just starting to turn an actual profit when people started trying to eat one anothers' faces. She was caught totally off guard but thankfully the club was mostly empty when trouble swept her way. She and her employees hunkered down in the club and bolted the doors shut to wait out the worst of the madness, though there were a few times when it seemed like someone would manage to break in.

    It was a text from her brother that got her moving. Hearing that her parents had turned and that he was heading up the coast, Charli used the last of her battery to text a location to him that they had visited right before Charli moved away. She could only hope he'd received the message as her phone shut down for good then.

    Charli has been moving along mostly by herself for the past 6 months, detoured by her strategic avoidance of heavy population centers and the few times when she was pulled into a group. She has yet to find her brother but the way she sees it, if anyone was going to survive this crap it would be him.

    Sexuality : Bisexual
    Sexual On's and Offs : See player O/Os or ask. If it's not an off it can be discussed.

    Player : Kokaine
Current Craving/Looking For: Romance, Adventure, Action, Humor, and Erotica. (F/Any)

Current Post Rate: Moderate

Current Posts Owed: 1/8

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Bloodied Porcelain

I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

arthenwel


Name: Corbin Lane
nicknames/aliases: Doomsday,lost nickname from highschool. only known to a few.
Age::26
sex:: Male
marital status: single, fiance became zombie.

former occupation: member of SEAL Team Five
Strengths: Silent movement: trainesd to move without being seen or heard.
Hand-to-hand combat expert: black belt in Muay Thai.
knife combat expert
firearm proficiency: dead shot with a gun
camouflage: can create and use a ghillie suit. Can mask his scent well enough to throw off dogs.
field medic
Above average cooking: not the best, but can cook more than the basics.
Tracking skills: above average
Skilled swimmer
tactician
Good, decisive leader
weakness: Weak self-esteem. Not that he lets anyone know.
perfectionist: if something doesn't work out he uses it against himself.
inexperienced with women. I.E. virgin.
Blames himself for his brother's death
Unless forced to, he won't shoot a single round.
special gear: Galil with homemade silencer, Dragonov with homemade silencer, brother's combat knife, homemade ghillie suit.

height: 5'9"
weight/body type: 186/extremely muscular. his six-pack has disappeared, but his abs are still flat and outlined.
Hair: cut with the knife into a shaggy resemblance of a close cropped haircut. Light brown. He has a goatee.
skin: lightly tanned
eyes range from green to blue and any shade inbetween. Usually, they are light-blue with light green lines running through it with a ring of dark blue on the outside.
distinguishing features: a scar that runs from about two inches under his left eye down his cheek across his jaw, along his neck and ends just above his collarbone. He has a bullet scar on his right shoulder blade and pec and one below his left kidney.
personality: He always seems to be bored/agitated. He has a great sence of humor although, he rarely tells jokes. He tries to be off-putting. He tries to remain alone, but has been known to take on a partner or two. Although, they soon leave him for a colony or larger group. He is extremely protective and loyal. He also follows a strict code of ethics. Those three traits are a strength and a weakness. If his friend is in trouble, he won't abandon them and will die trying to savethem if it comes to it. Underneath that stern exterior is a sweet and sensitive man

Likes: swimming, reading, training in hand-to-hand combat.
dislikes: arrogant people, betrayal, dishonerable circumstances, zombies(lol)
fears: fears being alone, ankylophobic(fear of not being able to move joints, for him being unable to move), fear of failure, fears losing a companion, especially if it's his fault.
history: Years before this...disease infected the planet, Corbin had grown up in Texas. He had been the kind of kid that was bullied and tricked. His best friend had turned his back on him for popularity and no girl wanted anything to do with him. After graduating High School, he had joined the Navy. During boot camp, he was injured and was sent to RCU, or Recruit Convalesant Unit. A healing ward for those yet to graduate. While there, he met a beautiful woman who would soon become his fiance. He was a virgin that had once promised to save himself for marriage. She would be his first. However, two months after their engagement, a man spread lies and manipulated her fears until she broke it off over a phone call. He had given that woman his whole heart and betrayed him. Ever since that day, he had problems believing that a woman was really into him. He saved himself, not because of that old promise, but because he didn't trust anyone enough to get that close. About a year later, he tried for BUD/s. It took him twice to get in. He came out even more heavily muscled than before.
     Corbin had been in Georgia when the outbreak was discovered. Some of his bestfriends began devouring one another. He had been forced to kill the things that used to be the people he trusted. After he recovered from the shock, he realized the implications that came from this encounters. This couldn't be isolated. His brother was endanger. 'He should be safe for a while. He has that knife I gave him and I've trained him how to use it.' He grabbed his galil and his dragonov, along with all the ammunition he had and shoved them in the back of the armoured humvee. He then drove, sometimes running over what he now knew were the undead. He drove as fast as he could back to his brother's hous in Texas. Stopping twice to fill up at military bases. He had to kill quite a few zombies, using the armoured platin to protect him. When he reached his brother's house, the door was hanging on the hinges, tattered and scratched to hell. He pulled out his gallil and silently walked into the house, the bodies of the undead(once more dead) littered the floor. He followed the trail and found the most gruesome of all sights, more zombies overlapping eachother and on final.body. A person with a knife through his face, holding him upright against the wall. It was his brother. He had a few bite marks on his body. 'He must have been bitten and instead of waiting to turn into those things, he stabbed himself in the head and into the wall.' He walked over and with an effort, pulled the knife free. He got back into the humvee and drove away. He only let the tears out on the road. He drove east, where there was, for the most part, less people. He switched cars when there wasn't a military base nearby. He continued west until he hit California.
Be careful who you try to burn. You might just find that the other person knows how to play with fire better than you.

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Bloodied Porcelain

Per the rules, we are no longer accepting military characters of any kind.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

arthenwel

Be careful who you try to burn. You might just find that the other person knows how to play with fire better than you.

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Bloodied Porcelain

#284
Ah, my apologies. I wasn't aware you'd started him before the cut off.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Kokaine

My goof on the communication, BP. Sorry luv<3

Arthenwel - copy/paste the spoilered profile into the approved thread it has the pic formatted.

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Name: Corbin Lane
nicknames/aliases: Doomsday,lost nickname from highschool. only known to a few.
Age::26
sex:: Male
marital status: single, fiance became zombie.

former occupation: member of SEAL Team Five
Strengths: Silent movement: trainesd to move without being seen or heard.
Hand-to-hand combat expert: black belt in Muay Thai.
knife combat expert
firearm proficiency: dead shot with a gun
camouflage: can create and use a ghillie suit. Can mask his scent well enough to throw off dogs.
field medic
Above average cooking: not the best, but can cook more than the basics.
Tracking skills: above average
Skilled swimmer
tactician
Good, decisive leader
weakness: Weak self-esteem. Not that he lets anyone know.
perfectionist: if something doesn't work out he uses it against himself.
inexperienced with women. I.E. virgin.
Blames himself for his brother's death
Unless forced to, he won't shoot a single round.
special gear: Galil with homemade silencer, Dragonov with homemade silencer, brother's combat knife, homemade ghillie suit.

height: 5'9"
weight/body type: 186/extremely muscular. his six-pack has disappeared, but his abs are still flat and outlined.
Hair: cut with the knife into a shaggy resemblance of a close cropped haircut. Light brown. He has a goatee.
skin: lightly tanned
eyes range from green to blue and any shade inbetween. Usually, they are light-blue with light green lines running through it with a ring of dark blue on the outside.
distinguishing features: a scar that runs from about two inches under his left eye down his cheek across his jaw, along his neck and ends just above his collarbone. He has a bullet scar on his right shoulder blade and pec and one below his left kidney.
personality: He always seems to be bored/agitated. He has a great sence of humor although, he rarely tells jokes. He tries to be off-putting. He tries to remain alone, but has been known to take on a partner or two. Although, they soon leave him for a colony or larger group. He is extremely protective and loyal. He also follows a strict code of ethics. Those three traits are a strength and a weakness. If his friend is in trouble, he won't abandon them and will die trying to savethem if it comes to it. Underneath that stern exterior is a sweet and sensitive man

Likes: swimming, reading, training in hand-to-hand combat.
dislikes: arrogant people, betrayal, dishonerable circumstances, zombies(lol)
fears: fears being alone, ankylophobic(fear of not being able to move joints, for him being unable to move), fear of failure, fears losing a companion, especially if it's his fault.
history: Years before this...disease infected the planet, Corbin had grown up in Texas. He had been the kind of kid that was bullied and tricked. His best friend had turned his back on him for popularity and no girl wanted anything to do with him. After graduating High School, he had joined the Navy. During boot camp, he was injured and was sent to RCU, or Recruit Convalesant Unit. A healing ward for those yet to graduate. While there, he met a beautiful woman who would soon become his fiance. He was a virgin that had once promised to save himself for marriage. She would be his first. However, two months after their engagement, a man spread lies and manipulated her fears until she broke it off over a phone call. He had given that woman his whole heart and betrayed him. Ever since that day, he had problems believing that a woman was really into him. He saved himself, not because of that old promise, but because he didn't trust anyone enough to get that close. About a year later, he tried for BUD/s. It took him twice to get in. He came out even more heavily muscled than before.
     Corbin had been in Georgia when the outbreak was discovered. Some of his bestfriends began devouring one another. He had been forced to kill the things that used to be the people he trusted. After he recovered from the shock, he realized the implications that came from this encounters. This couldn't be isolated. His brother was endanger. 'He should be safe for a while. He has that knife I gave him and I've trained him how to use it.' He grabbed his galil and his dragonov, along with all the ammunition he had and shoved them in the back of the armoured humvee. He then drove, sometimes running over what he now knew were the undead. He drove as fast as he could back to his brother's hous in Texas. Stopping twice to fill up at military bases. He had to kill quite a few zombies, using the armoured platin to protect him. When he reached his brother's house, the door was hanging on the hinges, tattered and scratched to hell. He pulled out his gallil and silently walked into the house, the bodies of the undead(once more dead) littered the floor. He followed the trail and found the most gruesome of all sights, more zombies overlapping eachother and on final.body. A person with a knife through his face, holding him upright against the wall. It was his brother. He had a few bite marks on his body. 'He must have been bitten and instead of waiting to turn into those things, he stabbed himself in the head and into the wall.' He walked over and with an effort, pulled the knife free. He got back into the humvee and drove away. He only let the tears out on the road. He drove east, where there was, for the most part, less people. He switched cars when there wasn't a military base nearby. He continued west until he hit California.
Current Craving/Looking For: Romance, Adventure, Action, Humor, and Erotica. (F/Any)

Current Post Rate: Moderate

Current Posts Owed: 1/8

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ABV0331

Full Name :  Frank Victor Marcus
Nicknames / Aliases : "Vick" "Ironhead"
Age : 39
Sex : male
Marital Status : Never Married, got close then the world fell.

Former Occupation/Position : Rancher/Vineyard worker

Strengths :
Iron Jaw-Bare knuckle fighting was common on ranches for the workers, he was only knocked out once.
Agile-Never fights face to face, constant movement around the target was his way.
Farm hand upbringing-He has been shooting since he was a boy. Best with a long rifle lever or bolt action, or a revolver. Horrid with auto weapons and pistols.
Stubborn with reason- He knows when to stand and argue and when to shut up and move on. The group comes before personal beliefs.
Animal/medical knowledge- From vet work to taming a wild stallion he has decades of experience.

Weaknesses :
Simple- The big picture is not in his control, so he never focuses on it.
Country boy- Dresses and acts like he is from the deep south, minus the prejudices. Does not understand people in cities.
Quiet- Often he will not even speak to people he walks past, rides past, or just runs into on the road or plains, even if he is working with them.
Mechanically dumb- Doen't know much on how to fix anything modern. Sharpening a knife, making old rifle rounds, cleaning and fixing older firearms, and building a strong home is all that he knows that could be considered useful in the modern world.

Special Gear :
1) .45 Calvary revolver in a leather holster on his hip, old west belt of ammo across the belt section of the hip holster.
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2) Lever Action 30-30 in a saddle holster, if on foot he wears it over his back with the butt stock up over his right shoulder.
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3) 10 inch bowie style knife. Tough heavy steel made after the change in the world.
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4)Wears older style clothing, tougher as well as rougher on the wearer acting as an added defense. Always wears a vest of rough out leather over a thick collar shirt and heavy ranch boots. (Like cowboy boots with less smooth leather and no pointed toe.)

5)Always wears a black leather hat, adding to the look of a cowboy, but not on purpose he just knows how bad a sunburn is and a wet set of hair.

6)30-30 Rifle parts, Calvary .45 parts, sharpening stone, 36 .45 rounds six in his gun 30 on his belt, 50 rounds for his 30-30 eight in his rifle and 42 in a box in his duffle bag on the outside pouch for easy access. He maintains all of his weapons daily as an OCD like obsession, or just boredom.

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Height : 6'2"
Weight / Body type : 163lbs./Lean wiry muscle from constant work all his life, but never has been considered the big man. Living off the land has helped him maintain body mass.
Hair : Black
Skin : Slightly tanned white skin.
Eyes : Pale Green/Blue
Distinguishing Features : A scar under the right ear running back almost to the back of his neck. His first run in with a herd and the escape required to go over a razor wire topped fence.

Personality : He is quiet in nature. Spending more time with livestock and horses than humans made him spend a lot of time thinking. He is not anti social by any means, but he sticks to the theory of only speaking when it matters. He often stares at people even after they have finished speaking, and enjoys the night sky. He would rather sleep under that stars than a roof if he could manage without being eaten. His favorite past time is sharpening his knife, whittling, and cooking over an open fire. A loner by situation not choice.

Likes : Calm people, Women (not in a sexual sense, he just respects women more than men.), Outdoors, Horses, open fields, and fresh food.
Dislikes : Canned goods, vehicles, Brutes, loud mouths, shoot first type of people.
Fears : Slightly claustrophobic indoors (elevator or smaller areas make him panic at times.), not being able to protect himself and those he cares about, and being tied or cuffed up.

History :  Frank has never been one to look around him at the big world, he rather was happy living a simpler life. Though with advancements just in his lifetime, he was already the last of a dying breed. He didn't realize it would be because he was human rather than because he still preferred a horse to a car. From his simple birth to two older parents in their 40s, he was on his own early in his life. His parents dying before he was 21 he stayed on the Ranch they had in Nevada. As times got tough and Frank was forced off the land by the government before he was even 30. It was a short trip west that landed him in northern California with Ranches and farms where still available, in use, and needed workers. Often he was left with no one around him speaking English as they did things as simple as pick crops to sorting to shipping. On the Ranch hand of his life, he mostly hoped farm to farm, owning only a horse, a saddle, his rifle and revolver.

Most would call him a Vagrant by his lifestyle, doing migrants work and shit detail in stables didn't exactly seem like a good cause to most people. He wasn't most people. He never took more than he needed for pay, often he would return money to the people he worked for simply saying to just feed his horse and him and that would be enough. It was his way, he enjoyed living a century behind everyone else. It was liberating and true freedom. Leading up the event that changed the world, Frank was on the move from Lodi towards Raymond (Eastman Lake), Frank as living off the land so to speak. Roaming the plains and hills in the very small portions of California that weren't populated heavily. He often did that in the Spring, as work wasn't heavy until late in spring and all through summer.

It wasn't like he kept up on current events, or even watched a TV for more than five minutes in his life, he was unaware of how much the world was changing. Raymond was nothing more than a few groups of houses, a gas station, and a small air strip for small planes, but even then he knew a few people here, he passed through a lot over the last decade he was working there. Upon visiting, he nearly shit himself as he found himself surrounded by the walkers of the town, all the faces he wanted to see, he saw in a new dead form. He couldn't understand what was happening, but once they bite his horse out from under him he pulled his 30-30 from the saddle and fired as quick as he could at everyone. Nearly 8 hours later Frank had killed everyone in town, the small 80-100 person population obviously outnumbered him, but as the town was small they homes were spread out. Making theses walking corpses easier to handle in the 5 to 10 person groups they often were in. Often from more than 100 yards away from his 30-30.

After checking his horse and deciding to let the animal go, putting a .45 from his revolver in its head instead of it bleeding out from the bites all over it. He spent three weeks clearing every single home in the town for supplies. He really had just killed an ENITRE town of people, he had no intentions of going back to the world now, expecting to be arrested and put away in a cage. He collected ammo for his weapons, small towns luckily had the weapons he favored there. He left all the rifles but took them apart and removed the best pieces from each of the 30-30's he found there, spare parts. He ended up on foot with a duffle bag of ammo, rifle and revolver parts, jerky, three large water bottles, a sharpening stone, a few changes in socks and shirts, and 12 MRE's he found from a vet he knew lived in Raymond. He had nothing else but his weapons, it was a sad state of affairs at this point, but he knew in the end he shot them because they wouldn't stop trying to kill him. He shouted and kicked them away from him several times before he was unhorsed.

Around the third month into the event, Frank luckily had run across another town further west and south to see the same thing, everyone already dead. This town was at least 700 strong, but the entire town was already dead and somehow still walking around. Frank hadn't been one for fantasy and scifi, but this was something straight out of a movie he saw when he was a kid. Night of the living dead, it was the only thing "modern" in his imagination that made sense. So he turned towards the Freeway, the I-5 he knew it as. Though he didn't enjoy going near cities, he wasn't ignorant to how the world moved. He moved down the I-5, well more like 3 miles east of it on the raised plain like hills below the high mountains behind him. He had no desire to go somewhere populated, but he knew the cities would have food. If those corpses who ate his horse were any proof, he knew most of the wild life would either leave the state or be killed by the wandering corpses. He walked what seemed like months, in truth it wasn't far from that. Sleeping in the fields if he could, but with the corpses everywhere he took to small caves and cutouts below the mountains running through California's eastern half. He only wants to find a new horse, but in the mean time he is simply trying to get somewhere safe.

Sexuality : Straight.
Sexual On's and Offs : Ons-relaxation, outdoors, dinner and fun, In shape women, brunettes.  Offs- Heavy women, Bondage, disrespect. (characters on and offs not my limits)

Player : ABV0331

This is almost finished, I figured I would put it up and see what you think Kokaine and BP, let me know if I have over done anything and while I write his history I will add it to my edit.

Always up for a fight.
Always down for a drink.
Always there for a toke.
Always here for a smoke.

eiselmann

Full Name : Simon David Eiselmann
Nicknames / Aliases : Si, Eisel to his friends (before the outbreak)
Age : 17
Sex : Male
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : High School Student
Strengths :

Is a free runner so is very quick agile and fearless
Was taught Krav Maga by his Grand Father who was a Krav Maga instructor with the Israeli Defence Force so is more than able to take care of himself.
Loyal
Very determined


Weaknesses :
Is a Risk taker
Can be a showoff
And has moments of extreme immaturity
Can withdraw into himself if in conflict with older males or do something really stupid if he feels undervalued
Special Gear :

Gerber Mark2 Knive
An Uzi Pro Machine Gun(His Grandfather brought it into the states under Diplomatic Packaging) with four magazines
Uzi Pistol (with four clips)
Machete

Height : 5'9
Weight / Body type : 64 kilos (about 133 pounds) wiry athletic
Hair : blonde wavy wears it to his shoulders
Skin : Pale
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features : Has three major scars, one on his left foot one on his lower right arm and one on his upper left arm, each scar represents surgery due to putting pins in to hold broken bones

Personality : He's generally affable , still has maturity issues and can either be a complete showoff and try to be the center of attention or become very insular and be difficult to interact with when he's in a bad mood which is fairly rare.

Likes : Chocolate and pushing his physical limits, used to love Football (soccer) and girls...yeap definitely females...women.
Dislikes : Cabbage and Rambo wannabe's
Fears : Dying in a fire....being the last human alive...prefers to avoid bees

History : Simon was born in England and spent his early childhood between England (his mothers English Protestant) and Germany (His father is German Jew). His Fathers parents split up when his dad was a boy and his grandfather immigrated to Israel in the early 1970's so Simon also went to Israel at least twice a year to see his grand dad . Simon was the oldest of three children and when he was fourteen the family moved to America due to his father being promoted at work. A Year later his grand-dad using a diplomatic passport (by that time the old man had retired from the IDF and was working as a courier for the Israeli Government) started entering the states almost weekly and often spent time with Simon and his siblings.

Simon and his family settled in New York and its there that he discovered free running , at school he was fairly popular , captain of the schools soccer team
his last girlfriend was a cheerleader, Emma, they began dating just after he turned 17 and he lost his virginity to her a week before his family were due to take a grand tour of the US (his fathers first break in work in over three years).

The family were in L.A (along with his Grandfather)when the shit hit the fan. , his parents managed to get Simon and his younger sisters Greta(15) and Stephanie(10) out of LA but his grandfather didn't make it, a week later both his parents were dead two weeks later Stephanie was bitten, Simon was forced to shot her in the head before she died as the little girl begged him not to let her become a zombie . It was then that luck smiled on Simon and his sister , they found a large group of people and were taken in . Sadly , while they were good people the group was badly lead and they passed up several good  places that would have allowed them to settle and try to rebuild, eventually running out of gas and working vehicles thegroup of 122 were forced on foot and started to lose members quickly, including his sister who died when the group stumbled into a horde.

Heartbroken Simon started to shut down , a week went by before he acknowledged the half dozen survivors from the group ,it was only when Rebecca a thirty year old mother of one , who had lost her husband when the group stumbled into the horde begged him for sex that he finally snapped out of his melancholy , the following day Simon woke up to find Rebecca and her kid gone, he left what remained of the group to go look for her , finding her two hours later ...as a zombie. Ever since then he's been on his own wandering looking for food were he can and surviving on his instincts 

Sexuality : Straight he's not a virgin but has only has sex three times (once since the zombies showed up)
Sexual On's and Offs : Ons: Open for most things loves any good looking female but really has a thing for older women (up to mid thirties) wants to try a threesome with two babes and whiel he doesn't yet know it is a dom when it comes to women and sex he likes to be in command....off's: dude on dude(share a babe cool--but no babe not good) stuff people do in toilets, extreme bondage and he ain't wearing a dress for anyone.

Player : Eiselmann(face claim: Jason Paul)
260916 Sigh, on the back end of my laptop dying last week and getting a new one delivered, we now have had some local flooding where I live....fortunately for me no major damage since my house is a few feet above ground, however my back yard looks like the swimming pool I don't have ...so might take a day or two to get back to posting


The Betrayal at Yalta, one of the main reasons the world is the mess it is today

My ons and offs link

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254364.0

ABV0331

Edited my character let me know if anything needs adjustment, just too tired to write up the history right now. Laters all!
Always up for a fight.
Always down for a drink.
Always there for a toke.
Always here for a smoke.

arthenwel

Be careful who you try to burn. You might just find that the other person knows how to play with fire better than you.

On's/Off's- https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=185686.0
A/A's- https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228170.msg11197359#msg11197359

Lady Lunarius

LaLu's updated A/A's Updated
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I am currently NOT open for a few new RP's

Flower

Full Name: Madison Mary Lou Harper
Nicknames/Aliases: None

Age: 28
Sex: Female
Marital Status: N/A
Former Occupation/Position: Nun of Rosewood Monastery
Strengths:
Caretaker: Throughout her life, Madison has administered help to the poor regardless of their religious affiliation or personal background.
Hard worker: There was always work to be done before the outbreak on the church's grounds from cooking to cleaning to harvesting vegetables from the garden. Madison is not opposed to or afraid of getting her hands dirty.
Follower: She knows when to take a step back and allow someone with more experience to lead.
Patience: It was a natural trait from childhood but further honed throughout her years within the church's protection
Resilient: Part of the reason why she hasn't went insane throughout all of this madness is due to her faith.
Weaknesses:
Forgiving: Madison is pretty much forgiving towards everyone except her sister. She tries to see the goodness in everyone even when there is none to be found.
Easily scared: Odd noises in the night absolutely terrify her. Thus she has not been sleeping well since the outbreak.
Selective memory: She can remember a random lyric to a hymn but sometimes forgets the name of a person just introduced to her
Cowardly: If danger is near then expect her to suggest they take precautionary measures or run for safety. 
Terrible shot: Don't even think about handing a gun to her since it will take her a few shots to actually hit something. Even then, it will be pure luck.
Special Gear:
Contained items within backpack
45 capsules of allergy medicine
30 capsules of aspirin
10 lemon flavored meal bars
1 canteen for water or other liquid
3 small bottle of wines
Rosary
1 knife
1 cane which has seen better days
3 packets of seeds (one potatoes, one corn, one sunflowers)
1 print copy of a bible

Height: 5'6
Weight/Body type: 130/ Slim
Hair: Dark Blonde
Skin: Lightly Tanned, freckled
Eyes: Dark Brown
Distinguishing Features: Nothing special other than remnants of scars in assorted places
Personality: Accepting, Friendly, Inventive, Dedicated, Stubborn (at times), Not Adventurous (meaning she isn't the type of person to suggest they explore some vacant building)
Likes: Walks, humming, alone time, reading, fruit, some sense of order
Dislikes: Complainers, chaos, crowds,
Fears: Peanuts due to being allergic, being infected by one of those abominations, watching someone she cares for turn into one of those abominations, becoming used to killing, becoming as crazy as her mother
History: Discovered in a garbage bin behind a Chinese restaurant by a passerby, the twin girls were christened Madison and Mary when they arrived at Delano Regional Medical Center where they received much-needed medical care. Their story, though not unique, captured the interest of a reporter who did a small feature on them in an effort to address the city’s rising problem with infants being abandoned in the city streets. Less than a week later, the girls’ father, David Harper, stepped forward with a desire to take them into his custody. Their mother, May Harper, suffered from severe depression throughout her entire pregnancy. Regretfully, repeated visits to their doctor yielded no lasting results. When her pregnancy become progressively difficult physically towards the end of her last trimester, May became all the more agitated and pleaded profusely for her husband to get them out of her. Concerned about her well-being and that of his children, David took her to their doctor who recommended a higher dosage of depression pills with the reassurance that it would not affect the girls. His wife seemed calmer than he had seen her in months even if she appeared a little sluggish.

David left out of town for a few days due to his job obligations, and he left his wife in the care of his mother-in-law. However, he was forced to return early when his mother-in-law called absolutely frantic when she discovered her daughter had escaped her room. He returned home as quickly as possible then headed over to the local police station to file a missing person’s report. Instead of being assisted, he greeted with an obstacle. The police would not view his case as serious until an allotted amount of time had passed. By the time the day arrived, his wife arrived on his doorstep with wild eyes and bloody clothes. He honestly expected his girls were deceased until countless hours of interrogation made his wife reveal what she had done to them. It was a miserable night of calling morgues and hospitals until finally he arrived at the hospital to claim them. That, in itself, was another legal battle but eventually the girls were placed under their father’s roof, and May was placed in a permanent psych ward.

Despite their rough start to life, Mary and Madison were normal little girls without any recollection about their ordeal. Whenever they pestered their father with questions about who was born first, he just brushed them off with some extravagant story involving them being delivered by some mythical creature at the same time so they were both the oldest and youngest. Like all lies, they eventually come into the light, whether if people are prepared for them or not. For the twins, it happened when they overheard one of their teachers discussing May, a person who their father refused to discuss at all. The girls had come up with all types of reason in secret to explain why their mother never called and never visited. Their favorite was that she was a mermaid, and she couldn't return from the sea for a list of imaginative reasons. However, they never imagined their mother would be in a place with no windows and weird people who smelled odd. Once they were slightly older, their first visit to May shattered their illusions, especially when they could not understand why their mother just stared blankly and did not respond to anyone’s comments.

The revelation about their mother changed both of the girls. For Madison, she became more active in extracurricular activities, keeping her absolutely busy beyond belief. For Mary, her normally high marks in class faltered as she slowly was accepted into a crowd of degenerates whose main priority was finding the next party. The girls bumped heads a lot more than normal which resulted in a lot of headaches and yelling throughout their high school years.

When they graduated from high school, Mary refused to attend college while Madison did as expected and went on to pursue a medical career. Her first year of college was difficult, and she tried to hide it from her father because she knew he wanted her to succeed where her sister had failed. However, Madison was not her sister, and her lack of ability to make the grades required for success weighed constantly on her mind. Her friends eventually talked her out of her dorm for a night of living in the moment rather than staying in like normal and studying until her brained begged for mercy. One drink turned into a few, and she eventually found herself in a situation which she doesn't like to recall. Thankfully, Madison was spared from being actually raped due to the guy being interrupted but her already struggling mind broke down even further. She emailed her professors with a family emergency excuse then returned home. Her father wasn't much of a help but then again she was too embarrassed to tell him the complete truth. Madison actually reached out to her sister for help for the first time in years. Her sister was sympathetic and vowed to keep her secret but soon enough her father was hounding her for reasons why she bothered to head to a party in the first place. For the first time in her life, Madison sympathized with her mother and absolutely hated her sister. 

In order to escape both of their persecution, Madison spent most of her time at their local church, helping with their various programs and volunteering when needed. Her time there provided her with much needed peace from the chaos her life had become. More than that, the sisters accepted her into their fold without questions nor did they pressure her to become like them. It was refreshing. Madison returned to school and completed her final semester but remained in close contact with the sisters. Once finished, she returned home for the summer and devoted most of her time to the church while she juggled a part-time job to help support herself. More and more, Madison dreaded returning home and eventually returning to school. Thankfully, there was no need for either. The Abbess offered her what she had been hinting at throughout their visits.

She withdrew from school to the dismay of her father, who concluded both of his daughters were destined to become failures. Madison tried not to allow his snide comments to break her resolve and was accepted into the position of postulant. The honor of such filled her with more joy than she felt in weeks. Although the position did not exactly require her to become secluded from her old life, the change was hard on her. However, she had the support and love of other women who had walked the path before her and those who were now in her same shoes. She lived as a postulant for two years before being ascended to a novitiate for two years then finally spent the next six years of her life as a full Nun of the church with the vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience.

Her daily routine was interrupted when the disease started to spread. Due to their reclusion from media sources, the women within the abbey were some of the last to know within their community. For a while, the sisters provided assistance as normal to those who needed help although they added more protective measures for themselves such as thick face masks and gloves to prevent a potential spread. However, when one of their own fell gravely ill, the current Abbess decided to completely close their doors and forsake the outside world. In the end, the woman merely suffered from the flu which was cured within weeks but fear had tainted their walls. The Abbess refused to reopen their doors to help those who begged for their protection. Some nuns, such as Madison, disobeyed and sneak towards the gates to give supplies to those who desired it. Of course, when the Abbess discovered their deeds, they were punished and threatened to be thrown out into the streets with them.

Despite the thickness of their walls and constant prayer, eventually, an innocent error led to one of the creatures finding their way into their grounds. Killing it proved to be more difficult than they anticipated, and one of their members was injured as a result. They tried every remedy from herbal to spiritual but none of them made the eventual decline cease. The Abbess made the decision that the woman needed to be killed even though she still maintained some humanity. It caused a huge disagreement between them but it eventually ended in the woman's death. Madison is still tormented by the woman's pleas for life and then screams. This murderous affair taught Madison that the abominations could not be killed by simple means. The dead woman turned into one of them on the following night, which ended in a bloody affair when they eventually destroyed the woman's brains.

The protection of their walls came to an end when they were raided by a group who targeted their wares to steal supplies. They were not able to do much due to the guns pointed at their faces as they were robbed. Even more alarming was that their daily encounters with the dead became more frequent. With barely enough to nourish them and less protection, the women were forced to leave in search of a place with better security and more food. Little by little, women began to disappear to head off on their own ways to escape the maddening command and whip of the Abbess who they believed had gone insane. Madison was one of those who snuck away in the middle of the night. One of the first places she returned was back to her father's home but neither he nor her sister were there.

Sexuality : Heterosexual although she doesn't plan to explore those urges
Sexual On's and Offs : Click me. If there is anything not there, feel free to nudge and ask me about it.

Player : Dancing Flower

ManofDawnLight

I'm interested.  How many characters so far?  I'd like to play an electrical engineer gone mad.
Short stories for now.  Light posts.

I am returning slowly.

Bloodied Porcelain

That would depend on what you have in mind when you say he's gone mad. We aren't allowing players to play antagonist types who are just out to make everyone else's lives difficult.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

ManofDawnLight

Mad as in "let's create an electric fence that lies on the ground that we can turn on and off.  So when the zombies get close and then freeze due to electricity going through them, we can play target practice with paintball guns until we get bored."  The eclectic kind of mad.  Not the "let's say stupid stuff all the time and shoot other players because that's what I do" mad.
Short stories for now.  Light posts.

I am returning slowly.

ebpohmr

Quote from: ManofDawnLight on April 27, 2014, 02:03:53 PM
Mad as in "let's create an electric fence that lies on the ground that we can turn on and off.  So when the zombies get close and then freeze due to electricity going through them, we can play target practice with paintball guns until we get bored."  The eclectic kind of mad.  Not the "let's say stupid stuff all the time and shoot other players because that's what I do" mad.

And now I'm thinking of this guy...

Assassini

Definitely interested in this! I'm going to set about making a character sheet, in the meantime if there's anything that should be avoided then let me know!

ABV0331

Alright Kokaine got the character done! Let me know if this country boy is getting in lol.
Always up for a fight.
Always down for a drink.
Always there for a toke.
Always here for a smoke.

Assassini

Still in the process of drafting a character sheet. I want to know though, are all characters automatically part of a single group? Or do they have to "find each other"?

Black Howling

Quote from: Kokaine on March 25, 2014, 02:07:21 PM
What this game is: If you've seen the Walking Dead then you've got a pretty good idea of the type of game I am after. This is an RP where fear is a near constant and survival is paramount. Set 6 months after the initial outbreak, the game will focus on the survivors and their struggle to come to terms with what has happened while also trying to figure out how to move forward, and their interpersonal relationships along the way. Not everyone necessarily needs to be in one large group. You may start alone, in pairs, or smaller groups then at some point come upon others. You may choose to join up, or keep moving separately. Circumstances may force you to team up at times and drive you apart at others. Killing zombies will happen but character development is just as, if not more, important. Ultimately the game will be what the players and the characters make it to be.

Quote from: Assassini on April 27, 2014, 03:24:52 PM
Still in the process of drafting a character sheet. I want to know though, are all characters automatically part of a single group? Or do they have to "find each other"?

Bolded the answer in the first quote, from the OP.