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

[ABV0331]

For those who have submitted characters, I will be going through them in just a short while.

If all goes as planned *crosses fingers* the game should be going live either Sunday or Monday.

Jumps around excited around kokaines feet Yeah!!!!! hope I get approved and good luck to you Kokaine! Looks down at kokaine and realizes he is ALOT taller and cant really dance around her feet. Oops..LOL

[RainyHigh]

Since the previous zombie game closed down, I was submitting the CS from there here. I will reformat it ASAP.

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Name: Malini Pandit

Age: 28

Profession: Computer Retail

Skills:
Resourcefulness, she is an average hunter and tracker (maybe below average, her hunting is a bit lazy i.e. sits on a high rock or tree and wait).
Not a perfect shot (with the bow) but she gets the job done within 40 to 50 feet.
Scavenger is good about being thorough in her searches and scouting out neighborhoods.
Good at making up home remedies for minor sicknesses.

Personality:
Malini is a glass half-full kind of girl.
A bit rough around the edges, but she is loyal.
She has a sick sense of humor.

Weapons:
Machete,
Hunting Bow,
11 arrows (four homemade, 7 original pack),
Quiver.
Has a hunting knife inside boot.

Weakness:
Can sometimes be inconsiderate of others, since she focuses on her own survival.
She is bossy at times and a bit stingy when it comes to bartering.

Fears:
Being eaten alive.
Getting tetanus, salmonella or some other kind of disease/injury.
No doctors around has made her a bit of a hypochondriac.
Has a fear of heights.

History:
Malini was a partier before shit hit the fan. She loved to drink, and drink, and drink some more. So much that she had to start going to AA meetings after she busted a glass beer mug over a pervert's head. She also went through counseling and found out that she has Manic Depressive order. She refused medication, went the natural route, doing lots of meditation, and took up tai chi at the local community college.

Being from a poor Pakistani family, Malini did not have much money given to her for college (she had none) so instead she went to community college for computer technology. That did not last too long as her father had too many medical problems and her baby brother needed to be cared for. 

At the age of 24, the dead began to rise. Over the past four years, Malini has lost her father and her baby brother. Her father died from his medical problems and her baby brother was killed in a car crash (escaping walkers). Malini has been wondering from group to group trying to survive each day. 

For fun, Malini reads books; she tries to keep one on her person, trading them out when she can. Other than that, she makes medicines to keep her hands and mind busy. She still practices tai chi every sunrise to maintain her mental health. 

Malini has a large backpack she always has on her person filled with a change of clothes, a solar powered flashlight, two books, topical salves, band-aids, toothbrush, floss, tampons, brush, and an old plastic bottle, which she refilled with water (it is for emergency only). 

Her current outfit is dark green cargo pants, black ripped tee shirt, black leather vest, blue suede boots, a makeshift leather tie for her machete, her bow and arrows, and sunglasses.

[Drake Valentine]

Done

Full Name :
Gabriel De Julio
Nicknames / Aliases :
Gabe, Kid, so on and so forth.
Age :
Nineteen
Sex :
Male
Marital Status :
Single
Former Occupation/Position :
High School Graduate
Strengths :
Jeet Kune Do -No where near professionally trained. He only had an actual year of studies with instructors, before having to move around with his family a lot. The other years he has been homing his skills through research, training, and imitation, but at least he has the general basics down.
Free Running - But not for long extended distances. When he does run, he can generally climb, slide, or jump over most objects that would otherwise slow someone down with good timing. Also he can make jumps that may seem otherwise impossible; of course nothing drastic of being hundreds of feet apart.
Staff Weapons - He has no martial arts training in this field, again this is something he has picked up and personally taught himself in. Still, he is by no means a rookie with a 'stick,' he can constantly spin his weapon in various directions around his body before deciding to strike a peculiar location of his opponent's. Zombies he doesn't bother too much with elusive moves, he will just give them a royal beatdown and limit his twirling only as a means to draw the poise of the weapon for another consecutive strike or to interchange between targets.
Utilizing - Not to be mistaken for handy man or anything of that like. He will use his surroundings to his advantage. Whether it is kicking something down to create a temporarily barrier, wetting the floor with a slippery substance, or so on. He just doesn't limit himself to his body and staff for weapons, keeping an eye of everything around him and how he can use it briefly and efficiently.
Quick Reflexes - The only truly natural talent he possesses. Maybe he was born with it, maybe it came from all those days of having to deal with bullies; but the fact is, his body is quicker to act at first sight of something incoming towards him. There is no delay on his end, even when tired his body will still make that move to protect itself if the opposing object is dangerous.
Weaknesses :
Jumpy -Maybe it could be mistaken for paranoia, but he has a habit of putting up his guard from just about anything happening around him. Trash can falling over? A distant moan or groan? A random shadow moving? So on and so forth will put him on the edge. Also strangers can do the same as well, people he don't know that might be reaching for something, he won't be waiting to find out what it is, he may even close the gap and attack.
Strength - Even with all that working out and trying to stay in shape, he is far the strongest of men out there. As a result he tries to avoid scenarios that may involve grappling in a fight and sometimes has trouble with lifting or moving objects on his own.
Firearms -Never touched a gun, how will he even begin to understand how to use one? He avoids them out of the livelihood of shooting himself.
Mechanics - Again not an expertise of his, machinery is on the bottom of his list, unless it is a computer or gaming console and even still he doesn't know how to fix them if something were to happen to them.
Rashness - He can be quick to act and put himself in dangerous situations when otherwise he may not had to, to begin with. Such as going to someone's aid when they may already be doomed and possibly even failing to save them as an outcome. Such as confronting someone who is bigger and stronger than him in a physical brawl if he sees them in the wrong. His good deed bravery may very well be the death of him someday, after all there aren't living heroes anymore.
Immature - The way he acts often seems that he is far from grown up. His carefree and joking attitude usually is mistaken for a sense of immaturity and could set people over the edge if they are nothing more than rain clouds in personality.
Outdoor Survival - This involves, hunting, camping, fishing, knowledge of plants so on and so forth. He is just a city boy, he doesn't know anything bout the country.
Melee Weapons - Beyond the traditional hand to hand ones such as brass knuckles and things of a staff nature such as the bo-staff he carries around. It is highly likely he won't be as proficient with them as he would be with his bare hands alone.
Special Gear :
-Backpack
-Six Foot Metal Bo-staff
-Brass Knuckles
-Water and Canned food.

Height :
5'8"
Weight / Body type :
150lbs / Athletic-ish, he has his fair share of muscle and body fat. Nothing too unsightly, but he is by far where he wants to be.
Hair :
Brown and wavy
Skin :
Tanned
Eyes :
Hazel
Distinguishing Features :
None really.

Personality :
Gabriel is truly one of a kind; the type that carries an extreme sense of personality about him. Love him or hate him, it would phase him much. He carries a strong sense of optimism, where others are deciding whether a glass is half-empty or full, he simply sees a complete full glass shrouded by illusions. He does not easily allow any negativity to get to him and when it does he will jokingly shrug it off as if it was no big deal. Yea, the world may of went to shit; but by no means should that revolve around him going with the flow of the reality as a whole. He does keep an open mind, considers everyone else's opinion,  but he will not sway from his. He also has no desire to try to be something he isn't and usually this too can lead others to believe he is either extremely self-centered, stubborn, of ignorant to the chaos the world has been drowned in.

The worse aspects of his character could make him seem annoying, childish, and immature. He has at tendency to joke around a lot; but only he does this to attempt to keep things as lively as possible. Uptight individuals will more than likely never get along with him and the same could be said of him with them. He despises closed mindedness, actually loathes any source of pessimism involving how doomed something may be. To him, life is worth living to its fullest, that you have to take both the good with the bad and make something of it. Even f it may appear he is making 'light' of something, it is not because he is not taking it serious, far from the fact. His remedy to problems is by brushing them off and moving forward instead of constantly looking back at them and moping over them. He just does not have the time for that. To reflect may lead to giving up and giving up will surely result in death; two of which he has no intention of letting happen.

The best aspects of him is that he will do whatever he can to help someone as best as possible. He isn't a counselor by any means, but he will still treat someone as a friend and try his damnedest to aid them at his capabilities of getting through any mess. This too can put him in dangerous situations depending on those he may seek to help; honestly one never knows when they will be in a similar situation. One day, perhaps being the 'good' guy will play out in his favor. Not that much of a religious type, but as a firm believer in karma he is positive that his actions will go unnoticed and that he will be rewarded for being one of the few genuine noble human beings out there.
Likes :
  -    Anime
  -    Games
  -    Bruce Lee
  -    Martial Arts
  -    Adventure movies
  -    Horror flicks
  -    Fruit drinks
  -    Uncommon weapons
Dislikes :
  -    Spoiled people
  -    Pessimists
  -    Jocks
  -    Cheerleaders
  -    Bullies
  -    Liquor
  -    Guns
  -    Assholes
  -    People that lack a sense of humor
Fears :
  -   Zombie Chuck Norris
  -   Being alone with a big dude named Bubba
  -   Being suck into the pessimism that a lot of the world shares.

History :
Youngest of three, Gabriel has spent most of his life within Los Angeles, California. He came from a well off family; although his father and mother had immigrated to the US from Portugal and despite being a born American citizen, the accent he carries has cause its fair share of problems. It has not been how he talks alone, but also the hard labor his parents had done to get as far as they did in a new country. For Gabriel, unlike his older siblings, he was ‘blessed’ to attend private schools, but that did not save him from the cruelty of typical school drama.

It was evident of what was going on when his family saw various bruises from time. Gabriel often said he fell down or something of that ilk, being a child he didn’t want to cause too many problems. He did not wish for his family to feel any sense of the blame just because he was different; but thankfully at the same time he had older siblings that been through similar situations. His brother decided to take him to a martial arts class and had him enrolled. For the next year he attained their courses on a daily basis; balancing his studies, exercise, and training all in one.

This lifestyle did not last for long when his father landed a better job somewhere within Central California. His family moved and as a result he was thrown into another new private school setting. He tried to live as much as an ordinary life as possible, blend in, but it didn’t always save him. No matter how much of a funny guy he was, there were those that would still try to make themselves feel superior in picking on him. He had his fair share of fights, both wins and losses, the latter more so when ganged up on by fellow students. A harsh lesson that would teach him that not every fight can be won, especially outnumbered and something that later develop into a more ‘cowardly’ running away tactic.

When he wasn’t either fleeing or getting his ass kicked, he was spending time within the big city. He had made his fair share of friends, surprisingly more than he had done inside of school. There were plenty of interesting people out there, well, before the entire crisis the world is in today. In fact, some of their street smarts rubbed off on him, often competing with others in games of free running to one objective and the next. He could not always keep up with them and when he did, well, his body was far from being a star athlete. Still, these adventures were promising endeavors, even more so when gave him other lessons about fighting one may not typically find in a class. Most of which he rather avoid for one on one conflicts, but otherwise….

Never did he neglect his training or what he had learned from his classes for that one year.  In his free time(when he was not hanging out or trying to stay in shape) he would often borrow some of the books on Jeet Kune Do from his older brother, spar, or watch old Asian flicks staring Bruce Lee. Days he stray from his current regime he was doing chores for others and making small change all of which he saved up to buy various things for himself.

Most of those items were ‘kid’ things, video games, anime, naughty magazines on the down low and so on. The only thing he got to be considered as a weapon was his bo-staff when he was around the age of seventeen and has been practicing with it for the last couple of years. Of course finding somewhere to train in it was usually the problem and in more public settings he often got looks from strangers.

Eventually he made it through the nightmare of High School, somehow only to be tossed into another survival game. In a way, he can almost find it funny, honestly no one knows when the apocalypse will hit and less alone in their youthful days of life. The shortest memories he can recall beyond High School was trying to get out of the city with his family. His mother and father being bitten and separation from his brother and sister as well when getting away from a horde.

For the past six months he has been going from one group to another, often becoming separated from them as well, leaving because he cannot deal with their mentality, or watching them fall victim to the undead or other dangers. 
Sexuality :
Heterosexual
Sexual On's and Offs :
Too lazy to link.
Player :
Drake Valentine

[Rave]

We need to find those diamonds in the rough, the otherwise ordinary people who somehow have the wits, the luck, or just simply the freaking iron will to survive

I sooo agree. I love finding oddballs and people who you'd think would have died the first second this happened, but there are layers to them that allowed them to survive most people probably wouldn't know about.
Makes for really dynamic and interesting characters.  :-)

[Kokaine]

Okay... I think I have messaged everyone who posted here and most of those PM'ed (have one left which I will get to once BP has a moment).

If you haven't heard from me regarding a question or submission, feel free to send me (just me, Kokaine) a little nudge.

Also, players are welcome to add me on YIM for ease of access as I generally am on either via my laptop or phone. Just please identify yourself in your request or send me a PM saying who you are. I also have GTalk.

[Kokaine]

WIP

Full Name : Siora Spencer
Nicknames / Aliases : Si, Sissy, Spence
Age : 23
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single (was doing her boss but he's dead now)

Former Occupation/Position : Personal Assistant to the CEO of a fortune 500 company
Strengths :

• Excels at getting her way - Siora is very cunning. She used to play the sweetheart and twist people around her little finger but on occasions when that didn't work she wouldn't hesitate to spit venom, use blackmail, or other forms of coercion. She's observant and usually good at reading people and NO is simply not in her vocabulary.
  
• Runner - Siora is fast as hell and has the endurance to keep up a moderate pace for a good number of miles on a good day, its her one claim to athletic fame and a large part of how she's survived this long.
  
• Intelligent - Some might say she was lazy or just too spoiled to succeed on her own but Siora is actually very smart and capable where she chooses to apply herself.

Weaknesses :

• Not very physical - she's in shape in the way that people who go to the gym to look good in a bikini are in shape, which means she has some endurance but strength wise she's pretty average.
  
• Not very domestic - she can't cook, hates cleaning, can't sew, or any of that type of stuff. Before the apocalypse started she had people to tend to that. Hell she only had a job because it was fun and served her interests.
  
• Can't shoot - she got her hands on a gun once and only ended up attracting more of them and not putting any down
  
• Addicted to Xanax - and her supply is dwindling
  
• Overactive imagination - the slightest noise in the night has her imagining all sorts of things... its a wonder she ever manages to sleep at all.

Special Gear :

• Pretty looking dagger (it was anyhow) taken from her boss' home
  
• Large kitchen knife
  
• Can of Mace
  
• fuzzy covered handcuffs (no shame!)
  
• thick wooden paddle (*cough*)
  
• Backpack
  
• 4 cans of baked beans
  
• beef jerky
  
• A couple of generic survival books
  
• Two notebooks
  
• 12 7 pack of  pens, a pack of 24 19 pencils
  
• 12 Xanax in a baggie
  

Height : 5'7"
Weight / Body type : Lean and long legged
Hair : Dark Brown
Skin : Very light complexion with a hint of caramel due to her mixed parentage
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features : Light dusting of freckles across her face and shoulders. Various scars now caused mostly by her scrambles to get to some sort of safety.

Personality : Siora is, or at least was, spoiled rotten. Growing up in a wealthy household her father gave her everything she could ever want and more and rarely asked more of her than to smile and look pretty. She of course has some brains so she did a little more than that but a lot of her energy was often focused on getting others to do what she wanted. Most will swear up and down that she is just the sweetest little thing, while others will suggest in hushed tones that she's nothing more than a scheming bitch... truthfully their both right. She is not with out kindness and compassion, but they generally come much easier when everything is already going her way. A bad turn with a group of survivors she was with has led her to become more cautious about approaching people but that in tun has forced her to become even more self-reliant.

Likes : Watching the sunrise, alcohol, being around people, discovering the little things that can help her forget the world has ended even for just an hour
Dislikes : The dirt, grime, and blood that have now become everyday things, being alone, the silence
Fears : Death in all its forms but un-death is even more frightening, heights,

History :

Sexuality : Considers herself straight but pleasure is pleasure ;)
Sexual On's and Offs : Men that make her feel safe--not a purely physical thing, being to made to feel something besides fear, being pinned down, a little manhandling, not really into the whole BDSM thing but she likes a little kink every now and then. Offs would be anything to the extreme like severe pain or mutilation, bathroom play, animals, fisting, feet.

Player : Kokaine

[DarkAngel111]

WIP

Full Name : Siora Spencer
Nicknames / Aliases : Si, Sissy, Spence
Age : 23
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single (was doing her boss but he's dead now)

Former Occupation/Position : Personal Assistant to the CEO of a fortune 500 company
Strengths :

• Excels at getting her way - Siora is very cunning. She used to play the sweetheart and twist people around her little finger but on occasions when that didn't work she wouldn't hesitate to spit venom, use blackmail, or other forms of coercion. She's observant and usually good at reading people and NO is simply not in her vocabulary.
  
• Runner - Siora is fast as hell and has the endurance to keep up a moderate pace for a good number of miles on a good day, its her one claim to athletic fame and a large part of how she's survived this long.
  
• Intelligent - Some might say she was lazy or just too spoiled to succeed on her own but Siora is actually very smart and capable where she chooses to apply herself.

Weaknesses :

• Not very physical - she's in shape in the way that people who go to the gym to look good in a bikini are in shape, which means she has some endurance but strength wise she's pretty average.
  
• Not very domestic - she can't cook, hates cleaning, can't sew, or any of that type of stuff. Before the apocalypse started she had people to tend to that. Hell she only had a job because it was fun and served her interests.
  
• Can't shoot - she got her hands on a gun once and only ended up attracting more of them and not putting any down
  
• Addicted to Xanax - and her supply is dwindling
  
• Overactive imagination - the slightest noise in the night has her imagining all sorts of things... its a wonder she ever manages to sleep at all.

Special Gear :

• Pretty looking dagger (it was anyhow) taken from her boss' home
  
• Large kitchen knife
  
• Can of Mace
  
• fuzzy covered handcuffs (no shame!)
  
• thick wooden paddle (*cough*)
  
• Backpack
  
• 4 cans of baked beans
  
• beef jerky
  
• A couple of generic survival books
  
• Two notebooks
  
• 12 7 pack of  pens, a pack of 24 19 pencils
  
• 12 Xanax in a baggie
  

Height : 5'7"
Weight / Body type : Lean and long legged
Hair : Dark Brown
Skin : Very light complexion with a hint of caramel due to her mixed parentage
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features : Light dusting of freckles across her face and shoulders. Various scars now caused mostly by her scrambles to get to some sort of safety.

Personality : Siora is, or at least was, spoiled rotten. Growing up in a wealthy household her father gave her everything she could ever want and more and rarely asked more of her than to smile and look pretty. She of course has some brains so she did a little more than that but a lot of her energy was often focused on getting others to do what she wanted. Most will swear up and down that she is just the sweetest little thing, while others will suggest in hushed tones that she's nothing more than a scheming bitch... truthfully their both right. She is not with out kindness and compassion, but they generally come much easier when everything is already going her way. A bad turn with a group of survivors she was with has led her to become more cautious about approaching people but that in tun has forced her to become even more self-reliant.

Likes : Watching the sunrise, alcohol, being around people, discovering the little things that can help her forget the world has ended even for just an hour
Dislikes : The dirt, grime, and blood that have now become everyday things, being alone, the silence
Fears : Death in all its forms but un-death is even more frightening, heights,

History :

Sexuality : Considers herself straight but pleasure is pleasure ;)
Sexual On's and Offs : Men that make her feel safe--not a purely physical thing, being to made to feel something besides fear, being pinned down, a little manhandling, not really into the whole BDSM thing but she likes a little kink every now and then. Offs would be anything to the extreme like severe pain or mutilation, bathroom play, animals, fisting, feet.

Player : Kokaine

*swoons*

shouldn't there be a limitation on having so many attractive survivors? :P

[ABV0331]

I am soooo excited for this role, ty Kokaine for the approval! I guess I will hop over to the OOC thread! Also on a fun side note, I will not be online tomorrow night, because I will be actually doing a walking dead airsoft event. I often roleplay as zombies, human characters, ACU teams(guys with the big guns), this time I got picked to play a human character. And wouldn't you know it I am the one armed terror Merle. I am a lot taller than Michael Rooker, but hell I got the smokes too much voice ha ha ha. So good luck to you all tomorrow I will be signing off now until sunday morning. Probably around 3am on the west coast after we go drinking for the after game party lol.

HAVE FUN ALL AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR APPROVALS!!!!

[Juggtacular]

Full Name : Antonio Luis Loera
Nicknames / Aliases : Tony, El Lobo, Tony Montana/Scarface(Get it?)
Age : 26
Sex : Male
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Cartel Enforcer/Liutenant

Strengths :

Sniper Mindset - Being the youngest of the Loera children, Antonio was tasked with keeping coyotes and other wild animals away from the cows while the others worked. He got damn good with a rifle as a result, as well as being able to sneak about without drawing attention to himself.

Ruthless - He has no problem killing if it's necessary. It was his job for a very long time after all.

Brawler - He's not professionally trained, but Antonio has been fighting since he was a kid, and he knows the ins and out of "Dirty Fighting".

Farm Background - Because of how he grew up, he's pretty well versed in things like mechanics, repair, and animal skinning/preparation just to name a few.

Charisma - Antonio has always had a way with words and can be very persuasive.

Weaknesses :

Headaches - Due to the injury leading to his scar, Antonio has headaches now and then. They aren't debilitating, but they're painful and definitely make survival harder during the run of one.

Ruthless - Sometimes he finds it pretty easy to slip back into his old ways and may complicate situations by doing or saying something unnecessarily over the line.

Family - Antonio would do anything for his family, or people he considers as such.

Excitable - He shares his brothers restlessness and often finds himself looking for something to keep himself entertained when nothing is going on.

Special Gear :

FN FAL w Scope/Suppressor

Kukri

30ft Rope w/Grappling Hook

A bag full of supplies including ammo, food rations, drug paraphenalia and the like

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Height : 6'2
Weight / Body type : 220lbs and well defined muscles
Hair : Black Mohawk
Skin : Light Brown
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features : A scar running from his left eyebrow up to the middle of his skull.

Personality :

Likes : Drugs(Mainly Weed), Alcohol, a nice sunset, seeing a zombie's head snap back from a well placed shot, good food
Dislikes : Dishonorable people, zombies, police, coyotes
Fears : Never seeing his family again, getting killed, coming back as one of those things

History : Antonio was born seventh and last of the Loera children, and as such he was babied a bit. Of course in a hardworking farm family, "babying" simply meant he wasn't forced to do things beyond his capability as a child. But with five siblings working on the farm, and one off making lots of money in a cartel, Antonio was taught how to shoot and fix things. That way, while the others worked, he could pick off any coyotes or wolves or anything that decided their precious cows looked good enough to eat.

On top of that he'd help mend fences and fix things around the house others didn't have time to fully devote themselves to. He had a good relationship with all of his family, but he seemed to look up to his oldest brother Victor the most. He saw how successful he was and wanted to be just like him when he got older; and on top of that, Victor actually played with him and spent time with him when he came to visit.

And as he started growing up, his interest in farming waned while his interest in making money rose. He'd heard about his brother getting arrested, but aside from a bit of fear that the same could happen to him, he was largely undeterred. Despite being only 11, he knew one day he'd be a big name; right up there with Victor. Maybe they could even go by the Loera Brothers? With Victor locked up, the money he'd been sending home would dry up. And that meant life would be hard. And it was for a while, but when he turned 16, he finally made his move.

One day he approached a member of the Sinaloa and asked to join up. He'd be lying if he said he didn't drop his brothers name to get accepted into the group. It worked, and he got in on the ground floor. His ambition was noticeable and he quickly worked his way up the ladder with a ruthlessness mirroring that of Victor himself.

In a short while he'd become a known enforcer in the cartel, and people knew if he was sent in, they'd better pay, or things got unpleasant. He even made a name for himself and people had begun to call him "El Lobo". Vic was behind bars, so he didn't know everything about Antonio, but he was a big man behind bars, and he still had connections to the outside.

He found out Antonio had followed in his footsteps and he tried everything to get his little brother to get out of the game that had ruined his life. Antonio wanted this though, and he stayed on that path. He stayed on it right up until the world ended. He was in California to help oversee a deal between the Sinaloa Cartel and an up and coming gang out of the area that had a lot of money to throw around. 2.5 million for a shipment of weed, coke, and guns.

And then people started dying and getting back up. Things went crazy in a hurry, and there was no way for him to even get back home. He was stuck in the US since the borders were so shitty. So he did the only thing he could think of when the other Cartel members he was with bailed on him. He headed toward the prison and his brother. Maybe together they could think of something. By the time he made it though, it was mostly a ghost town, with dead bodies everywhere and everyone else just gone. Victor wasn't among the bodies or the remaining men though, so he had hope he was alive somewhere. He left and continued his search, but has been losing hope that he'll ever see his big brother or any of his family again.

Sexuality : Hetero
Sexual On's and Offs : Vanilla-ish. He likes a bit of rough sex, foreplay, dirty talk. He's pretty much into the normal stuff, and very against anything out there like scat, waterplay, gore, etc...

Player : Juggtacular


This is my 2nd character, Victor Loera's youngest brother Antonio, who followed in his brothers footsteps and is now trying to find him so they can get back home to Mexico.

[Bloodied Porcelain]

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Full Name : Antonio Luis Loera
Nicknames / Aliases : Tony, El Lobo, Tony Montana/Scarface(Get it?)
Age : 26
Sex : Male
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Cartel Enforcer/Liutenant

Strengths :

Sniper Mindset - Being the youngest of the Loera children, Antonio was tasked with keeping coyotes and other wild animals away from the cows while the others worked. He got damn good with a rifle as a result, as well as being able to sneak about without drawing attention to himself.

Ruthless - He has no problem killing if it's necessary. It was his job for a very long time after all.

Brawler - He's not professionally trained, but Antonio has been fighting since he was a kid, and he knows the ins and out of "Dirty Fighting".

Farm Background - Because of how he grew up, he's pretty well versed in things like mechanics, repair, and animal skinning/preparation just to name a few.

Charisma - Antonio has always had a way with words and can be very persuasive.

Weaknesses :

Headaches - Due to the injury leading to his scar, Antonio has headaches now and then. They aren't debilitating, but they're painful and definitely make survival harder during the run of one.

Ruthless - Sometimes he finds it pretty easy to slip back into his old ways and may complicate situations by doing or saying something unnecessarily over the line.

Family - Antonio would do anything for his family, or people he considers as such.

Excitable - He shares his brothers restlessness and often finds himself looking for something to keep himself entertained when nothing is going on.

Special Gear :

FN FAL w Scope/Suppressor

Kukri

30ft Rope w/Grappling Hook

A bag full of supplies including ammo, food rations, drug paraphenalia and the like

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Height : 6'2
Weight / Body type : 220lbs and well defined muscles
Hair : Black Mohawk
Skin : Light Brown
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features : A scar running from his left eyebrow up to the middle of his skull.

Personality :

Likes : Drugs(Mainly Weed), Alcohol, a nice sunset, seeing a zombie's head snap back from a well placed shot, good food
Dislikes : Dishonorable people, zombies, police, coyotes
Fears : Never seeing his family again, getting killed, coming back as one of those things

History : Antonio was born seventh and last of the Loera children, and as such he was babied a bit. Of course in a hardworking farm family, "babying" simply meant he wasn't forced to do things beyond his capability as a child. But with five siblings working on the farm, and one off making lots of money in a cartel, Antonio was taught how to shoot and fix things. That way, while the others worked, he could pick off any coyotes or wolves or anything that decided their precious cows looked good enough to eat.

On top of that he'd help mend fences and fix things around the house others didn't have time to fully devote themselves to. He had a good relationship with all of his family, but he seemed to look up to his oldest brother Victor the most. He saw how successful he was and wanted to be just like him when he got older; and on top of that, Victor actually played with him and spent time with him when he came to visit.

And as he started growing up, his interest in farming waned while his interest in making money rose. He'd heard about his brother getting arrested, but aside from a bit of fear that the same could happen to him, he was largely undeterred. Despite being only 11, he knew one day he'd be a big name; right up there with Victor. Maybe they could even go by the Loera Brothers? With Victor locked up, the money he'd been sending home would dry up. And that meant life would be hard. And it was for a while, but when he turned 16, he finally made his move.

One day he approached a member of the Sinaloa and asked to join up. He'd be lying if he said he didn't drop his brothers name to get accepted into the group. It worked, and he got in on the ground floor. His ambition was noticeable and he quickly worked his way up the ladder with a ruthlessness mirroring that of Victor himself.

In a short while he'd become a known enforcer in the cartel, and people knew if he was sent in, they'd better pay, or things got unpleasant. He even made a name for himself and people had begun to call him "El Lobo". Vic was behind bars, so he didn't know everything about Antonio, but he was a big man behind bars, and he still had connections to the outside.

He found out Antonio had followed in his footsteps and he tried everything to get his little brother to get out of the game that had ruined his life. Antonio wanted this though, and he stayed on that path. He stayed on it right up until the world ended. He was in California to help oversee a deal between the Sinaloa Cartel and an up and coming gang out of the area that had a lot of money to throw around. 2.5 million for a shipment of weed, coke, and guns.

And then people started dying and getting back up. Things went crazy in a hurry, and there was no way for him to even get back home. He was stuck in the US since the borders were so shitty. So he did the only thing he could think of when the other Cartel members he was with bailed on him. He headed toward the prison and his brother. Maybe together they could think of something. By the time he made it though, it was mostly a ghost town, with dead bodies everywhere and everyone else just gone. Victor wasn't among the bodies or the remaining men though, so he had hope he was alive somewhere. He left and continued his search, but has been losing hope that he'll ever see his big brother or any of his family again.

Sexuality : Hetero
Sexual On's and Offs : Vanilla-ish. He likes a bit of rough sex, foreplay, dirty talk. He's pretty much into the normal stuff, and very against anything out there like scat, waterplay, gore, etc...

Player : Juggtacular

This is my 2nd character, Victor Loera's youngest brother Antonio, who followed in his brothers footsteps and is now trying to find him so they can get back home to Mexico.

Approved provided Aiden is good with the connection between the characters. :) It's nice to see some more less-than-honest times. :)

[Rave]

Vass is in this RP now?

I know who I'm making friends with in case of zombie attack >_>

[Juggtacular]

Approved provided Aiden is good with the connection between the characters. :) It's nice to see some more less-than-honest times. :)

I worked it out with him before I posted it up. So all should be in order.  XD

And Rave...Have I ever told you, the definition...of insanity?

[Rave]

I worked it out with him before I posted it up. So all should be in order.  XD

And Rave...Have I ever told you, the definition...of insanity?

I ask the same question right under my Avatar :P

[CurvyKitten]

W.I.P But to give you l little taste while I finish up her History.

Full Name :  Angélica Evita DeLuca
Nicknames / Aliases : Angie, Angel
Age : 25
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Bartender to make extra legit cash/gardener Small business on the side
Strengths :
Gardening: Carmen seems to have the greatest green thumb left in this hell of a world. She has managed to work some bits of soil into growing food, and a hydroponic garden for just about everything else. She grows whatever she can get a hold of, so to her seeds are actually quite valuable.

Active: Angel has always been active due to living in Cali, from surfing to skateboard, to gymnastics she normally stays pretty active and it has given her a well tone and relatively well trained body.

Descent with a blade: From chopping vegetables, to pulling off some tricks for entertainment sake Angel has always been good with knives.

MAD cooking skills: If there was one thing Angel got from su madre(her mother) it is how to cook.

Weaknesses :
Quick tempered: Angel is far from her name sake at times, when pushed that point she can be a handful.

Stubborn: She is utterly strong willed and stubborn and is never one to give up in the least.

Not used to roughing it woodsmen style:  Angel is used to surviving in the city even at its roughest points. But ask her to walk into the woods and build a shelter to survive and well you may be out of lucks. She'd always try her best but she is very much a city girl. At least she could tell you what was good to eat and what may kill you, no ask her to start a fire with some stick and you may be waiting a while.

Combat: Angel doesn't have any real combat/fighting training, so when she gets into a brawl its pretty much whatever she has to do to survive type of situation.

what she has managed to hold onto in Gear

Special Gear :pretty much anything she has been able to grab along the way, kept in an old pack she used for her nights out on the beach.
knives:machete (got it from a guy who got bitten, probably could use a sharpening), pocket knife(look it even has a toothpick!), and a kitchen knife or two
small pot (the one she used while camping on the beach)
canned food (few different cans, though 2 are without a label and are mystery cans)
ramon
water canteen
sleeping back (a bit warn and fixed with patches)
clothes (whatever was in her laundry basket at the time)
weed (home grown and not left to waist)
Bottle of tequila unopened and half a bottle of rum  (what was left in her freezer, come on she was a bartender:P)
pillow (could be in better shape.)
photos (of her family and friends)
zippo lighter (low on fluid so sometimes it strikes by sheer luck)
matches from the bar she used to work at (Matchbooks, most packs have at least a few matches used)
baseball bat (old wooden one she kept by her door, a few dings in it)
MP3 player (battery currently dead)
Cross necklace
TOILET PAPER (F-YEAH steal that anytime I can find it. Its like gold now a days!)
Toothbrush/washcloth/brush (by god I can try can't I!)
bunch of seed packets she nabbed from a small shop currently they are useless but she hopes to get to plant them one day.

Height : 5'4"
Weight / Body type : 34C-26-38, 125 Lbs. impossibly curvy frame, that is lithe, and nimble
Hair :Black/Dark Brown
Skin : tanned
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features :
A birthmark behind her right ear that looks like a pair of small angel wings, pierced belly button,
 

Her tattoo's WIP still picking hehe

Personality : Angel has a strong will, a loyal heart, is stubborn as hell, and has a temper that can rival and shake anyone around her. When your on her good side she is playful, tricky, a bit of a smart ass, and loyal to a fault. When your on her bad side however, she can be a force to be recoded with. Angel came from what some would call a rough start and made a new life, finding a way to come back stronger than ever. She tends to keep her secrets buried so deep even she'd have a hard time finding them. But she is loyal to those that earn her trust, always one to repay a debt, and never one to turn down a good job...or a good time. After all a girl works hard so she can play just as hard.

Likes : Cooking, staying active(not a problem now a days), company and being social, beaches, the ocean, having a good time, dancing, good food, sunrises or sets,
Dislikes : Bullies, being lied to, being cheated, whiners, walkers, no regular showers or bathrooms, having to practically sleep with on eye open
Fears :
Becoming a walker, or being eaten when she can still feel it (no seriously put a bullet in my head if it gets to that)

Having to put someone she cares about down

History : W.I.P

Sexuality : straight (bi curious)
Sexual On's and Offs :
On's:Kissing, touching, petting, playing with her hair, orgasm control, pleasing her partner, spanking, light bondage,Exhibitionism,oral,spanking.....
Off's:being forced, bathroom play, excessive pain, extreme bondage, humiliation, animals

Player :Curvykitten

[Michael Corvus]

Full Name: Paulo Laki Mata'afa
Nicknames / Aliases:  “Paul” or “Lucky”
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Marital Status: Single - Widower

Former Occupation/Position: Firefighter
Strengths:

Leadership:Paulo was a lieutenant and officer in charge of a firehouse rescue squad. He's used to taking charge in stressful situations.
Fit: Being a firefighter demands being in top physical condition. Now that civilization has crumbled and the world is plagued by man-eating zombies, it's more important than ever.
EMT:As part of his training, Paulo is trained in basic emergency medical procedures.
Innovative: Paulo has spent most of his professional life having to think outside the box to solve complex and life threatening situations.
Calm: Paulo has been dealing with horrific accidents, gruesome injuries, and life and death situations for many years before the shit hit the fan. As a result, he is calm under pressure.
Foreward Thinker: Whenever possible, Paulo always try to think ahead before making critical decisions. He just about always has a backup plan and at least avenues of egress.

Weaknesses:

Cynical: His experiences with other survivors has caused him to become suspicious and untrusting of other people. He's not comfortable taking orders.
Cautious: Though it can sometimes work to his advantage, his overly cautious approach can lead him to miss out on an opportunity to improve his situation.
Old Shoulder Injury: An old work injury was re-aggravated during the initial months of the zombie outbreak and it sometimes gives him grief.
City Slicker: Having lived in a large city his whole life, Paulo is largely unfamiliar with how to hunt, trap, farm and the like.


Special Gear: 
Firefighter Helmet (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Jacket (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Pants (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Firefighter Boots (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Firefighter Gloves (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Turnout Bag (belonged to him before apocalypse)w/ basic first aid supplies, limited food, flashlight, 5 boxes of .45 acp ammo <250 rnds> (from dead humvee soldier)
Halligan Bar & Firefighter's axe (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Gerber Multi-tool (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Flasthlight (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Fireman's knife (belonged to him before apocalypse)
Military surplus 2.0 Liter canteen (from dead person)
Colt 1911 .45 (from dead humvee solider)

Paul in his gear

Height: 6'3”
Weight / Body type: Solid, muscular build. Not body builder muscular, but thick with broad, beefy shoulders, powerful arms and a strong back.
Hair: Black
Skin: Tan (Natural Hawaiian complexion. Tans very easily)
Eyes: Deep Green
Distinguishing Features: Scar that intersects his left eyebrow, scar on his left shoulder from surgery several years back, Hawaiian tribal tattoo on right arm and pec, Hawaiian tribal tattoo on left forearm, Hawaiian tribal leg tattoo on left leg

Personality: Paulo is a good man, though the world since it went to hell has certainly left him with scars, both physical and mental. Paulo is comfortable on his own, confident in his ability to handle himself where the walkers are concerned, provided he doesn't stumble upon a large herd or get himself cornered. When it comes to other people, Paulo is suspicious, guarded. He wants to believe there are still good people out there, but so far he hasn't found any. Paulo has learned to follow his gut; his instincts have proven right more often than not and have saved his hide on several occasions. With the fall of civilization, Paulo has found himself falling back to his Polynesian roots now more than he ever had in the past. He's opportunistic, but is still guided by his moral compass to do "the right thing" wherever possible.

Likes: Football, staying in shape, reading, intelligent people, good conversation, dogs, strong drink, cooking, working with his hands.
Dislikes: Bullies, bossy people, careless people, stupid people, mean people, people who talk too much, licorice, mustard, "reality" tv shows, "star" magazines.
Fears: Paulo has a fear of becoming close to anyone again only to have to watch them die, becoming the very thing that killed his wife, not knowing the fate of his younger sister, Noelani, who still lives in Hawaii.

History:  The eldest of two, Paulo Laki Mata'afa was born August 1, 1981 in Honolulu, Hawaii. His father, Manu is native to Hawaii and owned a surf board shop while his mother, Genevieve was of German and Native American descent and was a history professor at the University of Hawaii of Monoa.

(W.I.P. Will finish up later tonight) I wanted to go ahead and submit something before the door closed on this game.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Sexual On's and Offs: Paulo's Sexual ons and offs will roughly mirror mine. I realize my OFF's are still under construction, so if you have a question don't hesitate to send me a PM.

Player : Michale Corvus

[Juggtacular]

Jason Mamoa has already been used as a play-by, bud. You'll have to use someone else.

[Emmykins]

Major WIP.

Full Name : Lilith Hastings
Nicknames / Aliases : None.
Age : 29
Sex : F
Marital Status : Single.

Former Occupation/Position: Kind-of Coroner. (9 months into her fellowship program.)
Strengths:

• Quiet: Lilith's natural inclination towards movement is to be as efficient and quiet as possible. Though these two goals often conflict, by maintaining the requirement for both qualities to be present when she determines her route through an area, it has served her well.
• Shameless: She has few hang-ups about doing what she has/wants to do, and likewise very few regrets. This also extends into her not needing privacy when others may otherwise want it.
• Amoral: She's only bound to her integrity and not much else. At least she's consistent with her decisions, motivations, and actions, however.
• Cunning: Once, another survivor stole Lilith's backpack. Knowing where he'd gone, she gathered noisy debris into a glass jar and threw it into his hiding spot. Needless to say, she got her bag back.
• Patient: She's more likely to wait until a situation is advantageous to her, often times despite her immediate needs.
• Scavenger: Corpses, houses, hideouts.. If its useful, and left behind in any fashion, she'll take it. She doesn't steal often, however, and exclusively from those she doesn't interact with/doesn't like.
• Iron stomach: The rotting stench thing really isn't an issue, gore doesn't make her queasy, and dirty/barely good food rarely gives her stomach issues.
• Medical training: She's attended medical school and attained a followship position at a coroner's office. She knows a thing or two about how people die and what they could've done to stop it. However, anything past simplistic surgery (even with the correct materials) is a stretch.
• Small appetite: Lilith sustains herself by constantly eating extremely small amounts of food, aided partially by her naturally small appetite and her tendancy to lay dormant for long periods before an opportunity presents itself.
• Blending in: This is the whole 'I'm good at making hiding spots' thing, which generally boils down to knowing how to shelter herself from the elements and remain basically unseen. Her speciality is in urban environments, and sorely lacks in the wilderness.
• Anatomical knowledge: She knows where all the important bits are. Enough said.
• Prepared: Well, certainly not for a zombie apocalypse, but a well-stocked first aid bag, supplies from school & her.. interesting hobbies, and cupboards full of prepackaged snacks from the bulk grocery store can go a long way.

Weaknesses:

• Cold/Apathetic: Lilith doesn't generally have to try to avoid forming emotional bonds with people. It just sort of happens.
• Anti-Social: She's not big on most people, but tolerates them all just fine without causing issues. But she also doesn't remotely go out of her way to talk to anyone unless it's necessary.
• Vindictive: Revenge is a dish best served cold, and she will never let it go until it happens.
• Easily addicted: This extends far beyond drugs - with morphine having been her prime choice at one point - and applies to the few people she actually emotionally connects with.
• Untrusting: This becomes near paranoia with the addition of morphine. Normally, it's more mild, though she's always vigilant about being backstabbed, stolen from, ditched, or taken advantage of.
• Untrained combatant: She's never really been in a legitimate fight, has never learned to fight, and basically just... manages.
• Below - average strength: See the above, except replace 'fight' with 'gym'.
• Jealous: Particularly over beauty, affection/attention, and possessions.

Gear
Black cloth backpack containing...
Change of clothes
Diary
Baseball bat (normally carried.)
Tourniquet
5 doses of Narcan (Offsets the respiratory depression of Morphine.)
10 doses of Morphine @ 10ml/each. (Stolen.)
Blanket
1 package of mixed nuts
2 bags of dried apricots
3 Granola bars.
Reusable water bottle (empty.)
Autographed Gasmask. (normally hung from the bag, from her first Slipknot concert.)
Hair ties
Tight-knit hat (normally worn)
5' nylon rope

Black cloth messenger bag containing...
Gauze
20-30 Assorted band-aids.
3 Disposable face masks
Small rolls of various tapes (Duct, medical, self-adhering.)
5 pairs of Latex Gloves
Scissors
Safety pins
Antiseptic wipes
Assorted hypodermic needles and syringes
ACE bandages
20 Aspirin
20 Ibuprofen
Thermometer
8 left over Penicillin
Scalpel
Sutures
'Betsy', Surgical Amputation Saw


Height: 5'9
Weight / Body type : Slim.
Hair: Dark brown
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Chest tattoo, back tattoo, nipple piercings.

Personality : Lillith is a firm believer in the philosophy known as Absurdism. That is, she sees life itself as rather meaningless, and is just selfish enough to punish others with her presence for her own wants and needs. This makes her often come off as uncaring and quite an awful person, which is appropriate, even if she can get attached to the rare, special few. Even before college and the discovery that Absurdism was actually a thing, Lillith was never one to follow rules or do anything just because someone asked her to. Always aligning to what standard she held herself to, and never to others expectations, Lillith often alienates those she meets. More often then not, nearly all of her social interaction is either required of her or a result of something she wants; which, when paired with her tendency to be blunt, often surprises those who don't know her well. This applies to pretty much everything - even her last one night stand before the epidemic had been initiated by her simply saying what she wanted. Beyond that, she's an opportunist in all things and prone to stir shit up (particularly emotionally,) if it will give her an advantage or even if it's something she just wants. All of this results in Lillith always having had a small social circle of like-minded folk and the few others who find her redeemable qualities worth putting up with her extreme negatives.

Likes : Forwardness, reading, horror movies, solitude/quiet, safety, body modification, tattoos, warmth, metal music, dusk/darkness, small comfy spaces, cats, rats, rain, cigarettes, technology... Nowadays? Not much.
Dislikes : Rom-com's, bubbliness, thieves/backstabbers, nosy/loud people, guns, broken glass, tall fences, barbwire, relying on others... Basically everything.
Fears : Extreme heights, aggressive drunks, extremely crowded places, getting infected.

History : One of three daughters born to a proud upper-class woman and a firefighter, who lived an outwardly quiet, normal lifestyle. This was true for the first ten years or so, right up until they all moved to California so her mother could finally make upwards of six-digits nearing seven. As a result, where her father would normally work an extra job when not required to be at the Station, he began to stay home. With her mother traveling so extensively it wasn't exactly rare for the three similar looking siblings to tiptoe out of the house and walk the extraneous distance to school just to not wake the man passed out in the living room, whose temper was something to fear. Sadly for Lillith, not only was she the oldest, she was also the oddest, taking up rather grim hobbies and seemingly provoking her father with her mere presence. Much like declining things tend to do, everything got worse as she aged and her resentment grew, the situation ranging well into abuse range and resulting in her mother ultimately divorcing and removing him from their lives. Having been the source, Lillith suffered the brunt of damage, but was no less then relieved when the weight was lifted from her shoulders, even if it all amounted to nothing.

In her mothers absence, they had each other and the help, which had ceased to matter to the eldest of them and resulted in her just going about her business as she saw fit. Around her graduation from highschool (which was awful,) everything about her had changed, and even the extreme cheerfulness of her own siblings, their slight invasions of her privacy, their tendancies to messiness, drove her absolutely insane. It was insufferable, and every measure of life bothered her by feeling completely empty. From her new apartment, she began college - an easy task thanks to her impeccable grades - and over the next few years moved on to medical school with the goal of being a Coroner. Her romantic life was less then nearly anyone she ever encountered, with only two actual relationships under her belt. Instead, Lillith often found herself more lacking the physical contact more then anything else, which earned her a bit of a reputation. During this time was when she most struggled with her addiction - a rough break up added to the stress of extreme test requirements on top of other more internal issues - led to her abusing Morphine. Not only did it jeopardize her college education and life, she also risked her family's name... none of which bothered her in the slightest. Naturally her grades slipped, especially towards the end of her two - years of stealing and abuse, which soon stopped after she sought help over Winter break. Though a constant struggle, Lillith continued on to achieve her goal of attaining fellowship for a Coroner position, which occupied her spare time right up until the outbreak.

After watching one of her coworkers (a forgetful, big & tall fellow who misplaced his keys) get knocked to the ground and... bitten, to say the least, Lillith fled home on her motorcycle and threw as much as she possibly could into her bags. No matter if it was a localized thing or otherwise, the sights on the way home were more then enough to convince her to leave. Especially considering the location of her apartment, which was conveniently located to everything, and on foot by no less. Releasing her two cats into the wild and setting off, Lillith drove until the two-fifths of gas in her bike ran out, and then began hoofing it. The few encounters with even two straggling infected in the time she was alone was extremely trying, as in any contest of strength she was extremely outmatched. Instead, she results to making noisemakers and distracting groups of zombies to allow her passage, hiding where no one else has reason to come, and generally being a patient woman. Naturally untrusting, what she found worse then the infected were the few survivors she found, who had nearly all caused her demise in some form or another, especially once they figured out what she carried in her bags.

Sexuality : Pan/No preference/Apathetic about partner's gender.
Sexual On's and Offs
Ons Physicality, force, pain, bondage, dirty talk/name calling, biting, scratching, spanking, hair-pulling, other weird/kinky things, etc. Ask if you need to know!
Offs Anything close to "lovemaking", scat/squickiness. Ask if you need elaboration!

Player: Emmykins.

[Rave]

Jason Mamoa has already been used as a play-by, bud. You'll have to use someone else.

Yeah, I think two Khal Drogos would have an effect like dividing by Zero or something. Explosions and what have you.

[Bloodied Porcelain]

Please no more explosions in the seeking thread. I just cleaned this place up. I'm out of bleach till I go to the store.

[Michael Corvus]

Sorry. I didn't see his face in the approved character thread and neglected to peruse the interest thread in its entirety. I will look for a new face claim.

[Juggtacular]

No problem man. I didn't even remember until I checked the other thread because AV never put it up in the accepted thread, so it's not on you.

[Michael Corvus]

Nevermind. Unfortunately I will have to withdraw.

Best of luck to you all.  Stay alert, stay alive. :-)

[CurvyKitten]

Angélica Evita DeLuca DONE

Full Name :  Angélica Evita DeLuca
Nicknames / Aliases : Angie, Angel
Age : 25
Sex : Female
Marital Status : Single

Former Occupation/Position : Bartender to make extra legit cash/gardener Small business on the side
Strengths :
Gardening: Carmen seems to have the greatest green thumb left in this hell of a world. She has managed to work some bits of soil into growing food, and a hydroponic garden for just about everything else. She grows whatever she can get a hold of, so to her seeds are actually quite valuable.

Active: Angel has always been active due to living in Cali, from surfing to skateboard, to gymnastics she normally stays pretty active and it has given her a well tone and relatively well trained body.

Descent with a blade: From chopping vegetables, to pulling off some tricks for entertainment sake Angel has always been good with knives.

MAD cooking skills: If there was one thing Angel got from su madre(her mother) it is how to cook.

Weaknesses :
Quick tempered: Angel is far from her name sake at times, when pushed that point she can be a handful.

Stubborn: She is utterly strong willed and stubborn and is never one to give up in the least.

Not used to roughing it woodsmen style:  Angel is used to surviving in the city even at its roughest points. But ask her to walk into the woods and build a shelter to survive and well you may be out of lucks. She'd always try her best but she is very much a city girl. At least she could tell you what was good to eat and what may kill you, no ask her to start a fire with some stick and you may be waiting a while.

Combat: Angel doesn't have any real combat/fighting training, so when she gets into a brawl its pretty much whatever she has to do to survive type of situation.

what she has managed to hold onto in Gear

Special Gear :pretty much anything she has been able to grab along the way, kept in an old pack she used for her nights out on the beach.
knives:machete (got it from a guy who got bitten, probably could use a sharpening), pocket knife(look it even has a toothpick!), and a kitchen knife or two
small pot (the one she used while camping on the beach)
canned food (few different cans, though 2 are without a label and are mystery cans)
ramon
water canteen
sleeping back (a bit warn and fixed with patches)
clothes (whatever was in her laundry basket at the time)
weed (home grown and not left to waist)
Bottle of tequila unopened and half a bottle of rum  (what was left in her freezer, come on she was a bartender:P)
pillow (could be in better shape.)
photos (of her family and friends)
zippo lighter (low on fluid so sometimes it strikes by sheer luck)
matches from the bar she used to work at (Matchbooks, most packs have at least a few matches used)
baseball bat (old wooden one she kept by her door, a few dings in it)
MP3 player (battery currently dead)
Cross necklace
TOILET PAPER (F-YEAH steal that anytime I can find it. Its like gold now a days!)
Toothbrush/washcloth/brush (by god I can try can't I!)
bunch of seed packets she nabbed from a small shop currently they are useless but she hopes to get to plant them one day.

Height : 5'4"
Weight / Body type : 34C-26-38, 125 Lbs. impossibly curvy frame, that is lithe, and nimble
Hair :Black/Dark Brown
Skin : tanned
Eyes : Brown
Distinguishing Features :
A birthmark behind her right ear that looks like a pair of small angel wings, pierced belly button,tattoo on her wrist Alis Volat Propriis means "She flies with her own wings.", chameleon on her foot, Simply naughty written just along her pantie line, obviously can only be seen if she is pretty much naked. :P
 

Her tattoo's still picking hehe

Personality : Angel has a strong will, a loyal heart, is stubborn as hell, and has a temper that can rival and shake anyone around her. When your on her good side she is playful, tricky, a bit of a smart ass, and loyal to a fault. When your on her bad side however, she can be a force to be recoded with. Angel came from what some would call a rough start and made a new life, finding a way to come back stronger than ever. She tends to keep her secrets buried so deep even she'd have a hard time finding them. But she is loyal to those that earn her trust, always one to repay a debt, and never one to turn down a good job...or a good time. After all a girl works hard so she can play just as hard.

Likes : Cooking, staying active(not a problem now a days), company and being social, beaches, the ocean, having a good time, dancing, good food, sunrises or sets,
Dislikes : Bullies, being lied to, being cheated, whiners, walkers, no regular showers or bathrooms, having to practically sleep with on eye open
Fears :
Becoming a walker, or being eaten when she can still feel it (no seriously put a bullet in my head if it gets to that)

Having to put someone she cares about down

History : Angel was the first of five children, having four younger siblings that soon followed. They lived a simply life, her mother was a cook and her father was a taxi driver. And with 5 kids it was sometimes hard to make ends meet. But Angel always tried to do her best to help. Being the eldest female she was always expected to help look after everyone. It was hard but Angel understands that you were always there for family. The only thing she could never figure out is why her father always seemed to have a bad taste in his mouth when it came to her.  They would always buck heads and he never seemed to think she was good enough.
The truth finally coming out on her 16 birthday, her mother had been young and become pregnant with another man’s child. Her father married her thinking it was his and found out differently not soon after her eldest brother was born. Still Angel believed he should have been a father, and hating her for something she couldn't control was stupid.

The huge fight that erupted resulted in Angel going live with her grandmother. She kept in contact with her family, but just said she couldn't live in a place where she felt hated by someone. For a while after that Angel messed around after that. Experimenting with drugs and just being a rebellious teenager. It wasn’t until her family ended up taking a hard hit that things changed once more.

Her first real loss hit when one of her brothers was killed in a shooting. It hit the family hard, a small piece of her falling away as her baby brother was taken. But the sudden shock was enough to apparently knock some sense into her ‘’father’’. After that day they slowly managed to fix a bit of what had been broken. Putting her nose to the grindstone she not only finished high school with honors, she did it while holding 2 part time jobs.

Closer than ever to her family, Angel went to collage to get a degree in horticulture. And with a little help from her family she opened a greenhouse with a small shop in the front. Her mother even got some of the local restaurants to buy their produce from her. Angel's goal was to make healthy food more available for those that couldn't afford it. And even managing to grow a little weed on the side. (what some of that rebelious young woman still thrives!)

Falling on harder times she struggled to keep her shop open, having to take a second job as a bartender just to make ends meet. All the profits from the greenhouse going right back into it. No stranger to hard work Angel made things work, but welcomed the vacation she had planned with her friends. Camping on the beach, catching some waves and just has a week of lazy days. It was meant to be perfect, to recharge her batteries and put some swivel back to her hips. But as it seemed fate had other plans.

And that plan was ZOMBIES....yeah she couldn't believe it either. Hurrying home trying to get to her family, Angel was terrified when she found nothing there. Had they run? Had they been taken...or worse killed? She had no idea, and the only choice left to her was to run. So she packed her camping pack full with what she could grab from her place. (A small studio apartment attached to her greenhouse) And soon found herself trying to make her way through the city. She still searches for her family, and prays that they are all right. But at the moment she is simply doing her best to survive.

Sexuality : straight (bi curious)
Sexual On's and Offs :
On's:Kissing, touching, petting, playing with her hair, orgasm control, pleasing her partner, spanking, light bondage,Exhibitionism,oral,spanking.....
Off's:being forced, bathroom play, excessive pain, extreme bondage, humiliation, animals

Player :Curvykitten

[Kokaine]

Am a little behind on the most recent batch of submissions but if you don't hear from me by tomorrow give me a nudge!

[xPeachyPuff]

Hello Kokaine!

I'm trying to get back into the swing of things here on E and I stumbled upon your game, only for it to spark my muse and ignite my interest! I see that you're still accepting characters, so I hope that I can get in on the action at some point, if that's OK. Plus, I need some zombie action after the end of The Walking Dead XD I'mma be looking to create a character soon!

- Rainbow ♥