Drakeonis

The Supernovas

Al fell onto his back an with a small smirk on his face. He watched the ship fall beneath the waves carrying any surviving Vitus to drown ,a dn this thought brought an even bigger smile to his face. He face Allen and laughed. "Get us the hell outta here man." His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they eventually closed. "Wake me up when we get there...."

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

This was a bit more people than he had expected he hadn't even seen the purple haired girl. The bite wound on his leg seemed to sting in warning but what he saw next erased the rest of his doubt. "Holy shit, you have a kid..." He hadn't seen any kids since the infection hit. Fuck whatever that chick was going to say she'd have to deal with it he wasn't about to betray his morals for anyone.Other than Joan, that was all he had left in this hellhole. "Sorry bout that. You're all welcome just hurry inside there's a horde on the way here!"

Master Of The Puppets

WIP
Name: Ares Carter
Age: 18
Appearance:
Good/Evil/Neutral: Neutral
Personality: Ares is a soft spoken guy. He always exudes an air of calm but has the potential to be dangerous should something incite his temper.
Bio: (Doesn't have to be too big. Just tell us a little bit about your puppetmaster.)

Puppet Sheet

Name: Ira Gamagori
Appearance:
Shackle Regalia
Scourge Regalia
World: Kill la Kill
Bio: http://kill-la-kill.wikia.com/wiki/Ira_Gamag%C5%8Dri

Name: Archer
Apperance:
World: Fate/Stay Night
Bio:http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Archer_%28Fate/stay_night%29

Name: Katarina Stalas
Appearance:
World: OC
Bio: Katarina is the only puppet created from Ares's imagination. Katarina is his most loyal puppet to a dangerous fault. If she feels someone is threatening Ares she will attack them without warning She constantly bickers with Archer because of his laid back and sarcastic nature. despite these traits she follows a strict code of chivalry befitting a knight. Refusing to fight opponents who are unarmed or are not at their best. She wields a special blade simply named Rose

Name: Artemis Crock
Appearance:
World: Young Justice/DC
Bio:http://youngjustice.wikia.com/wiki/Tigress

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

Moses went about adjusting his scope as he took slow drags of his cigarette. The horde would be up on them soon and he would be ready for them. He felt like an ass for thinking it, but they'd be lucky if the horde just kept following the guy who had brought them in the first place. He removed the mag from his M1A, glad that it was fully loaded. The mag held about 20 rounds but his spare one only had about five. If it di come down to a fight he'd have to make every shot count, and he'd have to start scavenging for ammo again.

He was snapped out of his thought s when he heard voices outside. "Shit! They don't know about the horde out there!" He jumped up and ran over to to the door and began pushing the pews out of the way, not even caring about any of protest the girl would surely give him. Once the door was clear and open and he could see the man,woman with the katana, and the little girl. He began waving his arms to get there attention to follow him so he didn't make any noise to attract the already agitated horde.

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

Joan was skeptical to follow the woman at first, not used to being around and all. Moses simply nodded his head reassuringly and she complied following the German Shepard into the basement. He'd much rather her down there than up here if the horde did manage to break through he loved that dog too much to watch her be eaten by a bunch of rotten corpses.

His leg was still wounded from the shepard's bite and he limped over to his own post to try and patch the wound before the fighting started. Sitting against the wall he lifted up his right pant leg and began to pour a bit of the peroxide on it. There was a slight stinging sensation but he had been through much worse since the zeds happened. Once the sting subsided he started wrapping the bandages over the wound and made sure they were on tight. The task now complete, he removed a crumpled carton of cigarettes from his pocket and sighed realizing he was down to three left. Fuck it that was a worry for another day. He placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it with the Zippo from his pocket. Now if he died he could say he had a final smoke first.

Master Of The Puppets

I'll post mine up soon probably after sleep.

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

Moses caught his rifle and instantly went to inspecting making sure in amount of time it wasn't in his hands that it hadn't been changed at all. He tossed his hat to the ground. He slung the rifle back on to his shoulder so he had his hands free when he checked and reinforced the doors. The boards the girl had set were secure and the pews pushed against the door should've been able to hold the door shut, but if the entire horde pushed against it they'd get through for sure. "Anything in the basement or attic we can use for extra support? Some extra doors or something?"

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

CallaLily180 said
Never. Going. To. Happen.

Don't fight it.

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

Moses sighed taking the offered bandages and peroxide. There was no point in fighting with this girl on the issue any more. He started following her inside when he saw some dude running from a horde heading right in their direction. "Come the fuck on!" He had literally been extra careful not to get mixed up with any hordes and now there was one right here while he was unarmed. It was shit like this that made him realize why he never went to church. "Any chance I get my guns back now?"

Not Dead Yet: A Zombie-survival rp

It is now my mission for Moses and Leasha to be friends even it kills me!