It's alright, ya'll can go ahead. Abel can take Rachel under his wing later on. :P
Him finding the same street the other three are on is a bit of a coincidence, but I rationalized it by thinking that the oncoming walkers would kind of herd him towards them.
Sorry I'm taking so long with my characters guys. It's been a rough week.
It's okay. Me and Double prefer the characters slowly coming together anyway, makes more sense than everyone suddenly running into each other at the same time. In an RP based in a city, you can pretty much come from anywhere at any time, haha.
It's okay. Me and Double prefer the characters slowly coming together anyway, makes more sense than everyone suddenly running into each other at the same time. In an RP based in a city, you can pretty much come from anywhere at any time, haha.
Thank you Mordon! Seriously appreciate this right now
I want to talk about something that Mordon and I have mentioned. We will be implementing what will be known as STORY CHARACTERS.
Story Characters will be important people we meet along the story, that will either help, or try to kill, our survivors. This will add a good mixup to characters, rather than just Seven people the ENTIRE TIME, y'know? I will soon create a story character so that everyone will understand what they are.
I want to talk about something that Mordon and I have mentioned. We will be implementing what will be known as STORY CHARACTERS.
Story Characters will be important people we meet along the story, that will either help, or try to kill, our survivors. This will add a good mixup to characters, rather than just Seven people the ENTIRE TIME, y'know? I will soon create a story character so that everyone will understand what they are.
Had those in my zombie RP I did ages ago. They help bring colour to the world, and I had to control about a dozen of 'em XD But it was easier because they were all friendlies.
Had those in my zombie RP I did ages ago. They help bring colour to the world, and I had to control about a dozen of 'em XD But it was easier because they were all friendlies.
Don't worry. They won't all be friendly characters.
@Leoven You're up to post. We can wait on anyone who hasn't gone yet, assuming that they still want to partake.
I'll get something up by hopefully tonight. Still a lil bit sick but it's getting better. Should get my writing muscles working after another long nap.
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Don't worry. They won't all be friendly characters.
Feel like someone might get hurt... *evil laugh* Good... I am more than ready for the hostiles to appear.
Name: Michael Wesley Age: 24 years of age. Sex: Male
Personality: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent literally the majority of this apocalyptic journey alone - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke. It all depends on his mood and the situation.
Weaknesses: Not a city man. Is more familiar in less urban territories/situations Gets easily stressed/annoyed in large, loud groups. Has trust issues to a fault. It takes a lot to gain his trust, and vice-versa.
Physical Description: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a lean, muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age. His skin is fair, having lost the healthy tan that it had developed before the outbreak. His face is rugged and mature, with a bear specking his jaw and chin. His hair is cut short to his head, dark brown, having been that way for as long as he could remember.
Weapons/Equipment: A heavy-duty, lightweight hunting backpack, dark black and brown. Inside the small pocket at the front are: Two small, speed-sticks of deodorant, a worn toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, and a compact pack of purification tablets. Hooked to the side is: A worn, dented, and reusable canteen. Inside of the main compartment are: Five small zip-lock bags of dried, packed balls of salted deer-meat, three bottles of purified water, torn rags, and a worn, miniature first-aid kit, containing two small bottle of alcohol and two small spindles of clean bandages. The bottles and spindles are re-filled/wrapped at different stops. His inventory is light-weight and essential, which he had in mind when he packed it all. He travels in a battered, yet practical and fuel efficient Dodge truck, originally a silver-color, yet stained dark burgundy in some places due to the undeads' blood.
As for weapons - A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid crowbar is strapped to the otherside of his backpack, opposite of his canteen.
History: Michael had always been raised to be a humble, hardworking young man. Born in a country home, a ways outside of the city limits of Pittsburgh, in a plot of land where the forest was cut-off at, hard-work was always a part of his daily life. Cutting wood for the fire, tending to the cows and pigs, and going hunting with his grandpa, deep within the woods...that's how his life was. His mother was single, and had died giving birth to him, leading him into the custody of his grandparents. He didn't mind;; to him, those two would always be his real parents, no matter what. He was taught his studies by his grandma, and was taught how to be a man by his grandfather.
He speared fish in the lake behind their home, he rode horses down the dirt trails, he helped build sheds and different contraptions for the animals and vehicles, and, the most fun of all, he hunted animals with Mother Nature, selling the fur and hide in the market whenever they went down into town - which wasn't often. When all of this happened, Michael and his grandparents knew nothing of it. They were getting old, and it was up to Michael to provide for the family;; he did so efficiently and immediately, spending his time roping the horses, tending to the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hunting deer, boars, and hogs in the forest. Whilst in the middle of tying down a dead boar to his old four-wheeler, he heard strangled screams, along with groans and gunshots from back home. Dropping the boar, Michael leaped onto his ride and blazed a path of leaves through the woods, going straight through the trail and blasting into his yard. What he saw...he would remember forever. His grandmother, her body bleeding out in her garden.
His grandfather, bleeding from multiple bite wounds on the neck and chest, feebly aiming a bloodied and spent shotgun at this...this thing. There was a lot of these things, and Michael's first instinct was to scream bloody-murder and charge in. Logic prevailed, and it was like watching for third person. bring up bow, notch arrow, shoot...through the heart. No luck. Notch, aim, shoot...through the back of the head. The rotten human fell. He began taking out the shambling walkers, dodging over tractors and crouching on top of old trucks as they began to move after him. Eventually, the herd fell, and Michael crossed the distance between his grandparents. After that, the memory got hazy.
Life after the outbreak: Ever since then, he has been travelling, after burying his only family, and gathering his supplies. He drives in a slightly fortified Dodge Ram truck - good gas mileage and decent enough speed. Good for hauling things, as well. He had found an abandoned cabin miles away from his old home, a bit deeper into the woods surrounding Pittsburgh. It was fairly easy to get into the city from the cabin, for supplies that Michael couldn't get himself. Now, however, animals were becoming less plentiful, and he was losing a good source for food and water. City scavenging trips were becoming more necessary, to the point where Michael has decided that moving into the city itself was safer than the constant back-and-forth.
Aye, he's an interesting character. Looking forward to reading the rest. The only thing I'd ask to be expanded upon (in the history would make sense) is why he's now okay with killing people. We're only a month into the apocalypse after all and most of us have avoided people for the most part, so what triggered that change in him? Or maybe it wasn't a change? Maybe he was always okay with the idea of killing if he could justify it somehow?
My thought process is that he has spent the vast majority of his life killing animals for sustenance, seeing their life end, etc. I'm not a sociopath - far from it, but from the way I see it, as an outsider looking in, a person who has seen and caused so much death, if only to animals, would eventually be okay with the thought of killing humans if it is to protect his own life, or someone else's life. At least, they'd be okay with it faster than someone who has never killed anything. I can easily change it if that explanation doesn't make sense, though. ^^ It's all good.
Aye, that makes sense, and it's not unrealistic. Plenty of people believe killing in self defense to be an okay thing to do. Self preservation is the first law of nature after all and I reckon that includes defense. Since he was raised by his grandfather he likely has an even more old-fashioned sense of justice as well, so there are plenty of ways to explain it in the character. I was just curious as to what his was specifically.
