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Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Mercy Hospital.... I don't suppose that's a Left 4 Dead reference, is it?

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Whilst ascending the stairs, Kaede grinned in amazement of the group. There was Nora, a rather quiet person that Kaede recognized by her green hair. Kaede had never actually met the young girl and only knew she was a source of entertainment in the classroom. Yami was also present, which Kaede chuckled at: The class clown and the bluntest man on earth? This could be TV-show-comical... The chuckle was short lived as Kaede took notice of Hotaru, a small girl almost frightfully gaunt. She's going to be a Magic Knight? I think I could crush her just by leaning on her! Whatever Qubus had seen in Hotaru, Kaede was quite ignorant to it. Finally, there was a blue-haired girl Kaede couldn’t recognize. These are the people I'm going to be fighting with. That wish doesn't seem worth it anymore... It was then that she recalled how badly she wanted the wish, the wish to be free from guilt. Happiness and glee would be hers at last!

When the group reached the rooftop, the ambush of a falling sun struck Kaede in the eye and forced a wince from her. There was, of course, the awful smell of gasoline, released in small plumes from the cars below that many of them had come to know so well, as if it were a gassy nostalgia. When she adjusted to the sudden gleam, Kaede made out a young girl at the edge, a purple jewel engraved into her hand. Kaede gave an awkward look before the blue-haired girl spoke up and asked if she was Qubus. The girl on the edge, ordained with purple, was less than friendly to the bunch of them. A sudden scowl overtook Kaede, and she was prepared to bark back until Nora spoke up first. Then, silence. A short gust of wind flew by, sweeping Kaede’s hair as she stood in surprise of the class clown’s outburst.

Kaede’s scowl turned into a grin as she stepped forward and laughed, “She’s got a point! You even dress like a jester!” She stayed erect, confident that wherever she was, Qubus wasn't going to allow this purple-clad woman lay a finger (or spell?) on any of them. It may have been the promise that she would receive her wish today, but she felt outright cocky. When Kaede looked deeper into the purple-clad girl’s eyes, however, a shiver went up her spine for a quick moment until she quickly regained her composure and continued, “Now, where’s that wish-granting ferret?” Despite her facial expression, Kaede's fists were clenched in her pockets, embarrassed that the purple-clad girl had startled her with a gaze.

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Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Magdalene Seuss

Name: Magdalene Seuss
Trait: Soldier
Age: 34
Occupation: Nun
Bio:
APPEARANCE || As with most, the first place a fickle eye would meet with would be her messy blonde hair, tangled across her shoulders like vines claiming abandoned architecture. Less so, her forehead is crowded by rogue locks, with a few thick bundles covering her dark green eyes on occasion. The eyes themselves, though, are often less free than her hair: focused and jagged, they rarely give away her thoughts. Her nose, small and stubby, sits inferior to her eyes and barely merits a topic of conversation. Her thin lips can often be seen in a stoic expression as if in symphony with her eyes and blank demeanor. Overall, her face shape can best be described as pyramidal, with the chin forming a pseudo-point. Her ears, much like her nose, are uninteresting and usually tucked under a blanket of hair.

Magdalene's body is not at all queer, but rather average... almost dreadfully so. Her weight, 150 pounds, correlates quite well with her height, 5'10", which makes her neither top heavy nor bottom heavy; even her modest B-cup does little to stick out among her ordinary figure. Her posture, however, is often slumped, suggesting a weary self. Her thin arms only further exaggerate her meekness. Her preferred outfit of choice (post-collapse) consists of several parts. The most noticeable of which is a green, button-up jack that has evidently had its hood ripped off, but the region it was once attached to has long since been sewn shut. Further so, several small strands can be seen hanging from it and exposing an obvious age to the ragged jacket. Underneath, Magdalene is almost always wearing a dark red blouse that gives her some reminder of how beautiful clothes used to be. For trousers, she prefers jeans for their simplicity as well as their abundance. Socks: white. Shoes: brown and bland. Nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to her feet.

PERSONALITY || Correlating with her body, her drive is just as simple: to do the best she can with what she has. Indeed, it is her love of a challenge that has made her into a leader in the midst of the apocalypse. This was a trait that’s always been a part of who she is, but with the dead walking, she seems to have taken it to the extreme. As one might guess, this is practically a coping mechanism in disguise but it works well for her, though, you wouldn't be able to tell. On the outside, Magdalene’s airs are usually cold; but on the inside, her mind is in a constant, meticulous state that craves objective: what’s in the boxes? How many boxes are there? Where should we place the boxes? Can we afford to get rid of the boxes? Such linear thinking has done well to distract her from hardships.

If there’s one reaction she can’t hide, though, it’s anger. Her competitive nature implores an automatic respect, and if someone’s found denying that respect, she tends to react poorly. Once someone has made a disdainful mark on her personally, it can make things difficult for the both of them. She may, if a poor defense mechanism is in use, lash out at the cost of something bigger (someone’s life perhaps). On that note, she is rarely in a hands-on mood, preferring to have underlings do the manual labor whilst telling them what to do. One might even call her lazy, but they’d be somewhat wrong. Her preference to labor is of an executive role: masterminding objectives whilst overseeing them being carried out. Additionally, she isn’t particularly fond of going beyond her base of operations, whatever that may be. Again, someone might easily assume something about her, such as being a coward. This time, that person would be more on the correct side. While she has no fear over a quick death by gunfire, she is deeply troubled by the prospect of being devoured alive.

The most common trouble for a former nun in a zombie ridden world? God. Magdalene is constantly at war with herself over what to do. Does she dare do the right thing at the cost of so many lives? Perhaps she should take the darker route for safety… It is a very ambivalent subject to her, and she would rather avoid the topic of morals all together. Still, there are times when considering the rights and wrongs of a decision are unavoidable and it is then that she is most off guard (as in, she may be easily swayed). However, something one should never mention in her presence is that she used to be a nun. Just hearing of the word “nun” can frustrate her since it serves as a reminder of her once holy life.

HISTORY || WIP

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I'll vote for "already on the rooftop."

I just noticed Nora and Kaede look like they're from an extreme Before and After commercial.