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Why is everyone here into anime? Like it's not even real just turn off the screen haahaha
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Such a lovely brain you have
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Still here, just getting bogged down with school work, lol
Ted Ingram




Ted, having watched all the proceedings and introductions quietly considered what to say, but decided not to speak towards anyone in particular, instead making an unenthusiastic nod at each new member as if to convey his weariness with all the new faces. He considered saying something to Lance again, but after seeing him threaten the well-being of the others it didn't really seem worth it. It seemed odd to him that the self declared psychopath of the group didn't really do anything except make empty threats, but he realized that Lance had really only shown himself to be talk, using his silly threats in an attempt to demand respect with nothing to back them up. He figured that if Lance was ignored it would be for the best anyway; worst case scenario, if Lance were to get upset again you could simply feign respect or fear and it would placate his controlling nature. He thought it best to tackle the situation this way, as there definitely was something wrong with Lance, just not in the psychopathic murderer kind of way, more of the control freak variety.

Avoiding confrontation had kept him alive this long, and it would serve him well here too.

He spoke up with a calm voice in an attempt to redirect the group, "Hey, uh, weren't we going to a general store? Shouldn't we get everything together and start making our way there before it gets dark?"

He gave one last half-hearted glance at Lance before turning to the rest of the group with a questioning look.
Ted Ingram




Standing offset, an awkward distance away from his new companions, Ted stewed in his own crippling anxiety. Things were moving quickly and he was missing his isolation from the unpredictability of the other survivors. This group was beginning to become a bit uncomfortable for his liking; he wondered how he had gotten mixed up with an apparent murderer, but then thought upon how Lilah had managed to sneak up on their group with a gun and had earned a semblance of trust in little more than a few words anyway. To be fair, she seemed fine though, not necessarily threatening with her shaky voice and demeanor, and probably just as scared as the rest of them.

He gave her an uneven smile, and spoke up, "I'm Ted, nice to meet you." He was definitely not going to be repeating his introduction again, they had barely gotten anywhere before meeting a newcomer, and if they were to meet even more people at the general store he figured he'd be introducing himself fifteen more times before the day ended. It turned out that a zombie outbreak hadn't much changed his desire to avoid meeting new people at all costs, who knew? But before his mind wandered too far, he once again considered Lance and his creepy damn smile.

He turned to Lance and worked up the courage to form the words together, "I have to address this but, Lance, when we met you at the grocery we didn't think you'd be telling us about how you almost killed a kid, that's really fucked up. From everything you've told us I don't know if you're a friend or not, now we don't have any intention to hurt you, we have enough problems with just getting by out here, but we don't need another thing to worry about either." He rubbed his fingers across his palms nervously and took a shallow breath, "How do we know you aren't going to stab us in the back and steal our things like you did to that sheriff?
I'm still here my friend, is loua still participating? Some days I'm just a bit more busy than others but I'll always try to at least check and see if I can post something worthwhile.
Ted Ingram




Ted sat for a moment longer before wiping the grime on his hands off onto the leg of his pants.
"Sounds fine to me, Thomas. Tell me though, uh, how did you hear about this general store, and who's running it? I'd imagine you'd need quite a lot of security to pull off protecting all those supplies in the middle of the city."

Before standing Ted took another side eyed look at Lance, who seemed rather unfazed by the entire conversation, he still felt a tad unnerved with him, but would much rather have him come along for protection, or at least conversation. His usual nervousness when confronted by others had been mixed with a bit of giddiness to finally have companions again, and he was more than ready to leave for the general store.
Ted Ingram




Ted rested with his back facing the side of the old house, it's shadow cast over top the lot of them while they spoke to one another. He rested his head on his clenched hands, with an incredulous look souring his face as he listened to Lance finish his introduction.

"Sharpless steel can cut through any human corpse."

His lip slightly curled in disgust as he contemplated if Lance in fact enjoyed the violence and gore that seemed to dominate the world after the outbreak, having even gone so far as to affectionately name his weapons. Before he could put the words together to express this worry his train of thought was interrupted.

"Anyone else?"

The eyes of the group turned toward him and he tensed slightly and sat up, releasing his hands and bringing them down to his side, before putting the words together, "I'm Ted." Raised eyebrows and stares pushed him to continue, albeit begrudgingly, "I lived on the east coast, before all this happened, I mean. My family and I came up north after listening to the radio and hearing the military calling for evacuation, telling us to come to their camps for safety." He paused for a short moment and shifted uncomfortably before speaking up again, swallowing sharply to rid his voice of some of it's usual raspiness, "When things got real bad, right after the shutdown when the panic broke out, I got separated from them somehow. And now I guess I'm here of all places, sitting outside some some rundown shack in DC. It's been a while since I've really traveled with anyone but you all seemed like honest folk enough in the grocery last night, and I'd rather not be out here alone any longer."

He nervously glanced between each group member, but had no intention of speaking further about himself until he got more comfortable. They seemed satisfied and he resigned himself back to his slumped posture, resting his head once again on the flat of his hands.
remove the armor, HP, AC, and skills form your character sheet


Done, I saved the skills sheet on a separate tab for safe keeping
I posted a character, but I am new to this, and slightly worried about the dice as well. I know it's not a complicated system you have in place or anything but I'm sort of confused as to how it would work without slowing the pace of the roleplay.
Name: Ted Ingram

Gender:Male

Personality: Like many who endured the panic and horrors following the shutdown, Ted is a tad dejected and skiddish, always flicking his eyes left and right as if he never trusts his surroundings, or those around him. Before the outbreak Ted was cheerful and humorous, and while his kind nature has remained partially, it is often marred by a cynical or downtrodden outlook for the current situation. It is no surprise to anyone that Ted has survived this long by being overtly cautious, some would even say cowardly. Late at night when things quiet down, Ted is still awake, contemplating with sullen eyes, chewing his nails to the cut.

Appearance: Nearing his forties with graying hair, Ted is of an average build. His facial features while distinct, are rather homely, close set eyes, with a large Greek nose and thin raspy lips that purse together tightly. He wears a tattered and muddy green button up over his white undershirt, a pair of cargo pants with a worn down but trusty pair of hiking boots, and a small grey backpack that he always has near. On his left hand he wears a silver wedding band, and up and down his forearms are various burns and scrapes, some still wrapped in slightly filthy bandages.

Weapon: Aluminum Baseball Bat

Inventory:
- 3 water bottles
- 2 pounds of food
- Cloths
- 10 feet of rope
- 1 roll of duct tape
Hello, my name is Dr.Gerbil.

I come to this website having no knowledge or experience in roleplaying, having spent a fairly minuscule amount of time actually writing outside of school assignments. The most I've really tried my hand at all in roleplaying is in silly websites like ShamChat, but mostly I'm here off a recommendation from a friend and it seems this could be interesting and entertaining.

In terms of preferences for role-playing, I'd say due to my inexperience I'm up for trying anything, although group roleplay certainly sounds like the most fun to me. I figure I'm really up to try any type of roleplay, save for something romantic or more personal.

My interests are fairly run of the mill; I like to draw and paint, play games, talk with friends and generally consider myself to be a creative type although that could still be up for debate if I really muck up my attempts at this. See you guys around.
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