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STATUS: It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy! 5 yrs ago
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It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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Hopal for more Opal <3
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I'm sorry I haven't posted recently, I'll get to it now. Every time I've tried to get on from my own computer (I'm on my brother's) it's given me a "No data received" error. I should be back and posting normally in a day or two.
Name: Haraka
Nickname: Harley (Only for loved ones)
Age: Three years? Young adult.
Gender: Female
Crush: None
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Personality: Cunning, sarcastic, and always hungry. Loyal. Determined to be viewed as a good hunter.
Appearance:
(I hope it's alright that it's not TLK styled.)
History(optional): Born and raised in the pride. Her father was killed in a fight, not an unusual fate. Her mother left the pride.
Other: Hakuna matata...it's no passing craze...
Name: Jua
Nickname: None
Age: Two years
Gender: Male
Crush: None
Mate: None
Cubs:None
Personality: Easily-offended, often grouchy, but grudgingly affectionate toward the lions that provide him with food. He's a vulture. Being able to fly and such, he's useful to the pride as he can alert them to threats, easy prey, etc. He's persistent when he wants something (food).
Appearance:
History(optional):
Other:
Nickname: Harley (Only for loved ones)
Age: Three years? Young adult.
Gender: Female
Crush: None
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Personality: Cunning, sarcastic, and always hungry. Loyal. Determined to be viewed as a good hunter.
Appearance:
(I hope it's alright that it's not TLK styled.)History(optional): Born and raised in the pride. Her father was killed in a fight, not an unusual fate. Her mother left the pride.
Other: Hakuna matata...it's no passing craze...
Name: Jua
Nickname: None
Age: Two years
Gender: Male
Crush: None
Mate: None
Cubs:None
Personality: Easily-offended, often grouchy, but grudgingly affectionate toward the lions that provide him with food. He's a vulture. Being able to fly and such, he's useful to the pride as he can alert them to threats, easy prey, etc. He's persistent when he wants something (food).
Appearance:
History(optional):
Other:
Interested.
Interested.
Interested.
Reading was one of Miriam's favorite pastimes, but it did have its disadvantages: For example, she hadn't shifted her position for roughly two hours, and her right leg was definitely asleep. She'd only really noticed this once she read the last sentence of the book, which was something about human evolution, and put it down. Although it was a good read she was eager to get up and stretch. Shuddering at the pins and needles shooting through her leg, she threw on a baggy jacket and a hat she'd tried knitting awhile ago (it was ugly, but it was also functional) as well as her backpack and headed outside the small shack that she called home.
The woman yawned and cast her gaze around Sanctuary. With a small twinge, she wished her parents could have made it here with her, that fate could have played out differently. She was quick to shake this thought from her head with a stern mental reminder: You should be grateful to have made it this far. They'd be proud. Maybe they are, if the afterlife is real. With this thought lingering in her mind, Miriam wandered toward the Northern guard post, which was the nearest one to her small abode. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to check that they were alright medically, and she had some food in her backpack that she didn't want.
The woman yawned and cast her gaze around Sanctuary. With a small twinge, she wished her parents could have made it here with her, that fate could have played out differently. She was quick to shake this thought from her head with a stern mental reminder: You should be grateful to have made it this far. They'd be proud. Maybe they are, if the afterlife is real. With this thought lingering in her mind, Miriam wandered toward the Northern guard post, which was the nearest one to her small abode. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to check that they were alright medically, and she had some food in her backpack that she didn't want.
I'm still around
I'm interested.
Name: Miriam Beade
Aliases: None
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Age: 28
Appearance:
Faction: Sanctuary
Section: Librarian
Weapons: A small hunting knife
Skills: Medical knowledge, stealth, sewing and gleaning information
Equipment/Items: An improvised medkit, some cordage for emergencies, an incomplete sewing kit and a very small notepad and pencil
Backstory/Personality: She was around nine years old when the apocalypse happened. Before then, she had been a gifted student, although a slight know-it-all/showoff. Her dad worked in a hospital, so he passed on a lot of information to her as she was naturally curious and asked many questions. Her mother taught her to sew, and she generally had a great life before the outbreak occurred. When it did, her mother fell ill, but Miriam was lucky enough that she never saw her mother in the "undead" state. Her father had been forced to slice off his spouse's head while Miriam was hurrying home from school, running from small groups of bitten victims. When she got home, he whisked her away before she could ask what happened and he drove them out of the city, continuing the escape until he ran out of gas. With their tiny amount of precious supplies, especially food and water, a group of people tracked them down after about a week or so of car-camping in a somewhat-hidden rural area. After refusing to give up their provisions, Miriam's father was brutally murdered while she was on her way back from getting water from a nearby stream; after seeing his body and realizing that their food supply was gone, she took the only thing that he still had: his knife. After that she left and continued traveling on foot until she found the Sanctuary settlement. She still likes to show off her knowledge, but she's nowhere as talkative as she was as a child, and although she is loyal, she has trust issues around strangers and a little bit of trouble warming up to people. Still, she's cheerful most of the time, grateful that she's survived so much, and spends a little too much time explaining science or health-related things. She hates fighting and confrontations, and would rather hide. She collects books and loves to read, as it reminds her of the "good days".
Aliases: None
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Age: 28
Appearance:
Faction: Sanctuary
Section: Librarian
Weapons: A small hunting knife
Skills: Medical knowledge, stealth, sewing and gleaning information
Equipment/Items: An improvised medkit, some cordage for emergencies, an incomplete sewing kit and a very small notepad and pencil
Backstory/Personality: She was around nine years old when the apocalypse happened. Before then, she had been a gifted student, although a slight know-it-all/showoff. Her dad worked in a hospital, so he passed on a lot of information to her as she was naturally curious and asked many questions. Her mother taught her to sew, and she generally had a great life before the outbreak occurred. When it did, her mother fell ill, but Miriam was lucky enough that she never saw her mother in the "undead" state. Her father had been forced to slice off his spouse's head while Miriam was hurrying home from school, running from small groups of bitten victims. When she got home, he whisked her away before she could ask what happened and he drove them out of the city, continuing the escape until he ran out of gas. With their tiny amount of precious supplies, especially food and water, a group of people tracked them down after about a week or so of car-camping in a somewhat-hidden rural area. After refusing to give up their provisions, Miriam's father was brutally murdered while she was on her way back from getting water from a nearby stream; after seeing his body and realizing that their food supply was gone, she took the only thing that he still had: his knife. After that she left and continued traveling on foot until she found the Sanctuary settlement. She still likes to show off her knowledge, but she's nowhere as talkative as she was as a child, and although she is loyal, she has trust issues around strangers and a little bit of trouble warming up to people. Still, she's cheerful most of the time, grateful that she's survived so much, and spends a little too much time explaining science or health-related things. She hates fighting and confrontations, and would rather hide. She collects books and loves to read, as it reminds her of the "good days".
Would it be okay to go ahead and make a CS but skip the faction part until some exist to choose from, then edit later?
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