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Walking Dead rp

Alarieth said
I guess I could start with using that at the top of my posts, but it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to just not read other people's posts, since they might meet up with your character or do something that affects your.

I don't disagree, but I can understand getting a bit overwhelmed with the amount of posts. I guess it's up to you guys if you wanna start doing that.

Champions of Engine City

Ziogen said Miss Alice Revya Rose

Dirk had no idea what he was doing.

Well, no, he knew that he was doing something incredibly dangerous. He also knew had to be out of his mind. It was crazy, stalking through dangerous alleys with literally no idea as to how he would get behind the biggest quarantine he'd ever witnessed. As he stumbled over a discarded trash can, he realized he was probably just an idiot.

It had been months since Dirk had last spoken to Richard "Tyke" Bartlett, the short man with a talent for super speed. Things between them had been distant lately, their friendship little more than seeing each other occasionally on social networks. Still, Dirk could fondly recall the man's constant corny jokes and endless amount of energy. It was no surprise that someone who could be just about everywhere at once would have the most zest for life. For someone as vibrant and awesome as Richard, to be stuck behind that dumb quarantine was a crime against humanity.

Dirk knew Richard lived within the quarantine zone, and knew his friend had been in the area when the entire mess began. There was no doubt that Richard would never try to break out of the quarantine to save himself. If the man was still alive, he was probably doing all he could to help those trapped within the quarantine. That's why Dirk had to break in. He had an obligation. The group was going to get back together, even if it would just be the two of them.

It had been a few years now since Dirk had last taken the Conduit get-up out of his closet. He found it fit a bit too snug now, showing off more of his body than he would ever care to show. He had stared at himself in the mirror when he put it on, cursing at himself for not taking care of his body. It was a ritual he went through often, but seeing Conduit look just as flabby as Dirk made him feel worse than ever. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Dirk would have probably fried the house in a torrent of self-pity and stayed in bed. It didn't matter now. Here he was, running around in a stupid too-tight costume and looking like an idiot. Dirk desperately hoped no one he knew would see him.

Turning a corner, Dirk found a strange scene suddenly unfolding before him. A girl was in mid-strike, smashing a pizza box into some poor man's skull. She evidently had superhuman strength, as the man dropped immediately. Effortlessly, she then moved to smash the next guy with her foot before grabbing a fleeing man and tossing him across the street.

Dirk stared. The girl had a pizza delivery hat on.

That kind of strength wasn't exactly uncommon. Superhuman strength was a talent many people possessed, though it was unfortunately not one Dirk possessed. It was the kind of talent that could get one across a heavily guarded quarantine.

In an effort to appear friendly, Dirk raised his hand to wave at the pizza delivery girl. Unconscious to Dirk, a faint blink of static emitted from his hand as he got the girl's attention. If she tried anything funny on him, he would be ready to retaliate.

"Hey," he said, walking toward her. "I, uh..." He paused, unsure how to word his admittedly odd request. "You seem pretty strong!"

Right, flexing that charisma.

Walking Dead rp

Revan said
I have to agree with Dredigan. This is getting a little hard to keep track of. I guess you can just kill my character; I'd probably stayed in the weeds of this role play if I hadn't left.

I think it's a bit too hasty to leave because there's too many people. Any RP is bound to lose participants during the initial stages for various other reasons.

We could always start putting Shannon - Convenience Store - Floyd/Grimm at the top of our posts, which would convey our character name, location, and who they are interacting with in the post, so others can choose to skip the post if they want to. Then it's really not hard to follow what is happening directly to our own character.

Champions of Engine City

The Kid Lantern said
I skimmed through it. Accepted. But I can't update the opening post again until after work cause I'm just on break.

I hate to be a bother, but is my sheet okay too? :0

Walking Dead rp

The knife slipped cleanly into the back of man's skull, cutting off his sputtering and moaning. Shannon grunted as she pulled the knife free and pushed the corpse away from her. It fell into an empty convenience store rack, sending the whole thing crashing to the ground. Her adrenaline pumping, Shannon crouched over the corpse and gave it one more stab to the head. When she was satisfied, she let out a deep breath and stumbled backwards, attempting to wrap her head around what had just happened.

She could now only hear her own rapid breathing and the thumping of her heart inside the convenience store. She looked briefly around at all of the empty racks, the broken cash register on the floor, and the empty boxes of food. It all felt... strangely normal. This mess and disarray was the natural state of things now. Even the dead body on the floor.

Shakily, Shannon stepped toward the blood.

She fell to her knees before the body of another woman. Her name had been Lexi. Her brown curls and tanned skin were now stained with blood. The woman who had the body of an Olympic athlete still clutched a police baton in her hands. Like so many others before her, the woman had been caught unawares by a monster and no weapon or amount of physical fitness could top a fit of carelessness. How could someone let their guard down in this new world?

As the shock began to ebb from her body, Shannon could swear she heard the echo of laughter. It took her a moment to recall that had been her laughter from just a moment ago. It had been so rare for her to laugh nowadays, but Lexi had known just what to say to make her giggle. Shannon had found herself enjoying the other women's presence so immensely only after knowing her for a few weeks. Lexi had a talent for making others laugh that had somehow survived the apocalypse.

Shannon touched the dead woman's shoulder, suddenly knowing why she had died. In this new world, a talent like Lexi's didn't belong. The pair of them had been joking around when they entered the convenience store. They had been joking around, imagining things as somewhat normal. Lexi had a smile on her face right up until the monster bit into her neck from behind. Shannon had seen it too late and a shout of "Watch out!" had died on her lips. Lexi had been so surprised by the attack, the monster easily pushed her to the ground, where she hit her head and died. The monster had taken another bite out of the poor woman before Shannon could put an end to it.

Lexi was another name to add to the long list of people Shannon had been forced to part with. Just another name. A distant part of Shannon pained with sadness, but the girl who had seen too much in the last six months was growing numb. Lexi had reminded her of something important, something she couldn't forget again: Laughter had no place in this new world.

With a shake of her head, Shannon grabbed the dead woman's backpack and began to sort through it. She moved the little food and water the woman had to her own backpack. She considered looting the dead woman's clothing, but realized all she would be doing was amassing a bigger collection of dirty laundry. Besides, Shannon figured she was probably too skinny to fit into most of it now.

She began to methodically search the store, pushing aside boxes and garbage in an attempt to find something salvageable. She paused occasionally to rub at her eyes, trying to push away the incoming tears. It hadn't been fair for Lexi to die. Lexi, who had been a stronger woman than Shannon thought she could ever be. Nothing was fair anymore.

I can't do this much longer.

A rumbling from outside caused Shannon to stiffen. It was probably a motorcycle, she recognized. A sudden urge to go outside overtook her; Her father had loved motorcycles and Shannon missed seeing them. Hastily, she grabbed her backpack and pried the police baton from the dead woman's hands as she went out the doors.

As she stepped out into the urban jungle, Shannon found that the rumbling had stopped. It was gone now, probably too distant to hear any longer. Gone forever, probably. With a sigh, the girl moved across the street, eyeing the other stores she would have to check out. She wasn't eager to continue her search by herself, but she knew had no other choice. As she walked up to the doors of the closest store, she paused at the strange sight of a male teenager looking out the store window. He seemed to be looking past her, Shannon realized. It was odd to see someone... what? Relaxing? Yes, she supposed it looked like that. It was entirely possible he was just another monster. Unable to say a word or bring herself to enter the store, Shannon simply knocked on the window, trying to get the guy's attention.

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QT said
Okay. I'll temporarily accept it until the GM sees it. If you want to post now that is perfectly fine, there's nothing out of the ordinary with the character so I don't suspect GM will have any issues with this decision.

Thanks, I'll start on one soon.

Walking Dead rp

Name : Shannon Greene
Age : 23

Appearance : She's a bit tall and slender for her age. She's about average weight for her height though, and she's got slightly toned legs/upper body through a regular workout she has. Most apparent about Shannon is her thick blond hair. This is largely from her mother, though a touch of her father's brown wavy hair can be seen in the color of her own. Unlike her mother, who wears her hair far past her shoulders, Shannon chooses to keep her hair at shoulder length, or not much further beyond that. Her skin is rather pale and she tends to burn rather than tan when exposed to the sun. She has green eyes that are specked with brown, but aren't particularly striking in much way.

Skill : Shannon likes to be athletic, and runs almost every day. She loves to look her best, and almost always eats healthy. She's also big into fashion, hoping to be a designer when she is older. Shannon is very good with her hands and has a good sense of technology/machinery. Her father always kept her informed of the kind of trinkets she worked with, and Shannon would often become pretty interested in his work.

Weapons: - Knife (No serrated edge)
- 9mm pistol (little ammo)

Personality : Shannon has been described as "Perky and optimistic", which is quite the contrast when compared to her surly best friend, Danny. She has a sunny disposition most of the time, and tends to bottle her negative emotions away. It's because of this that Shannon isn't a big fan of drama. When people don't get along, it tends to get on her nerves. This is most apparent with her friend, Danny, who is a bit too surly sometimes for her liking. With most people, Shannon is perhaps a bit too agreeable, willing to stop what she is doing to go along with what she believes will make someone happy. The only person she tends to disagree with is Danny. Shannon fears not being important to anybody. She has a strong desire to be on good terms with people.

After the apocalypse started and Shannon found herself separated from everyone she cared about, her personality took a hit. The sunny disposition she was known for was now buried under some heavy sadness and hopelessness.

Bio : Shannon was an only child, born to two parents who never desired to have more than one child. Her father worked as a mechanic for as long as Shannon could remember, and her mom had always been in and out of waitress jobs. She stayed familiar with her parent's work, developing an interest in machines and technology from her father. When Shannon was in grade school, she met Daniel Heidecker, who she would always poke fun at. It wasn't until they were almost in high school that they became close. Danny was a bit less grumpy when he was younger and more accepting of the bubbly kind of person Shannon was. She liked to smile, always liked to smile. Her cheerful demeanor tended to rub off on her friends (even Danny, occasionally). Danny quickly became her closest friend, visiting her and hanging out with her whenever he could get a spare moment. However, Danny eventually became more closed off from others as time went on, and soon Shannon and her family were the few people he associated with. When Danny became estranged from his own family, he went to live with Shannon and her family. After high school, the pair moved to a different state to live with Shannon's pen-pal, Monica.

When the apocalypse started, Shannon lost her sometimes-kind-of boyfriend Brandon in the initial aftermath and she was forced to separate from her friend Monica. While attempting to get back to her parents, Shannon found herself separated from Danny as well. This greatly affected Shannon, who lost hope in getting in contact with her family. She's fallen in and out with various groups since then.

Walking Dead rp

QT said
Is your character going to be male or female?

Female

Champions of Engine City

Hello! Hope it's okay to post one more app :>

app

Name: Dirk Farrington

Alias: Conduit

Age: 19

Powers: Dirk has an affinity for electricity. This allows him to perceive electrical stimuli in an area of 100 feet around himself. This acts as a sort of radar, as Dirk can also sense the electrical signals that occur in living beings. As well, Dirk naturally takes in small amount of electricity from electrical sources and stores it within his body. The most he can do with this is unload it on a person/object he comes in physical contact with, though (at this time, at least) Dirk is not able to store enough electricity to cause much harm to a healthy person. At best, he can only stun them.

Weaknesses: Only within 75 feet does Dirk get a clear idea of what he is sensing. Stimuli at the edge of his radar can't be distinguished from each other. His senses go all out of whack when in the presence of high amounts of electricity, such as a lightning storm. During moments of extreme stress or emotion, it's possible for Dirk to haphazardly release electricity.

Personality: Dirk likes to present himself as a confident sort of person. He'll stand up straight, keep his shoulders square, and offer a handshake to most people he meets. However, Dirk tends to be wary of people. He's pretty sensitive and can take even slight comments to heart. He's easy to put on the defensive. He hides his insecurities, often being snide or sarcastic to cover it.

Appearance: A chubby boy with short sandy brown hair and eyes that are a bit small and squinty for his lumpy face. He's often found hooded in a sweater and wearing shorts.

Outfit: A black face mask that wraps around Dirk's head and covers his nose/mouth. A navy blue turtleneck made of rubber that covers both his arms. A red strip goes from his left shoulder to his right hip. For his legs, Dirk wears dark blue pants.

Bio: Dirk's mother was pretty well-known in the area as she was once a news anchor for the local newscast of Engine City. Dirk always found it fascinating to see his mother on television and decided at a young age he wanted to just be like her. His interests changed throughout his early teens and he eventually decided he'd rather be behind the cameras rather than in front of them. For sixteen years of his life, Dirk didn't imagine his future would be anything special.

His powers had started to develop since he was thirteen, but they weren't strong enough to amount to anything and Dirk never quite understood he even had any power. He fried his family's camera once by accident and tended to often have pesky little static shocks.

His father had been a big fan of baseball. Although Dirk decided he didn't like playing the game after only a few months of being on a team, he still watched games with has father. He enjoyed having an interest he could share with his dad, and they often attended games. At sixteen years old, Dirk attended a game with his father much like usual, but something tragic occurred that day. A man in the stands suddenly burst into flames, his screams sending the people around him into a frenzy. Out of his hands spewed fire and it had engulfed many of the people around him. Dirk's father had been one of the unlucky ones. When it was all over, the man was dead, his body burned beyond recognition. All-in-all, there had been five casualties in total. Dirk's father had died in the hospital.

There was much confusion surrounding the incident. It had been rather chaotic and witnesses gave varying recollections. When the incident was ultimately decided to be a freak superhuman accident, Dirk became afraid. He was starting to understand that he had a power and it scared him that he was like the man who killed his father. Dirk started fearing for his own life, worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself eventually either. He fell into a depression along with his mother, who took leave from her job due to her grief.

Desperate for answers, Dirk ended up falling in with an amateur hero group, who started him on accepting himself. They were together for two years before two of their members died.

Dirk doesn't like to think about them.

Walking Dead rp

Hi! Are you still accepting?
(I can have an app ready really quickly, if it helps)