DriveEMOut

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He stuttered, "N-no thank you, sir. And I'm real sorry about stealing. It's a doggy-doggy world, as my Dad-I mean friends, would say." He took a deep breath. "Is it alright if I travel with you guys? I think I could learn from you all. I need to learn how to be willing to do anything." He cleans some blood off his bat with a dirty rag. Please, say yes. Please, say yes. I really could learn from them. "But I'm not just a freeloader. I could really help you guys! I'm fast, which is useful for scavenging. I was taught how to shoot this." He gestures to his rifle, "With moving targets. By the way, I don't know your names."

Outbreak

Oliver ate the food the man had given him silently, and quickly. He couldn't waste this. He had to make it last. He looked through his backpack with satisfaction. I'm all stocked up. I wonder if I should stay with them. I could ask. In the morning.

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Olly screamed and bit the bully. Mom biting Dad. No. Oliver hitting a homerun, and hearing the crack of the bat. Hearing the crack of his father's skull as he beat him to death. No. Oliver walking in to tell his parents he got yet another A. Oliver coming in to apologize to his dead father before shooting his Mom in the head. NO! I had to. I can't be weak. I can't curl up into a ball when someone points a gun at me. I need to be cold. And calculating. The second one, done.

Outbreak

He stands up, confused. Wait, what? Ah, who cares. Food! He walks to the fire silently. "Oliver." He blurted out. "That's my name." He picked up his rifle, and wipes the dirt off.

Outbreak

Oliver's eyes widened. The first thing he does is burst into tears. "Please no. God, I just wanted food. Please don't kill me." He let go of the rifle and fell to the ground. He shuts his eyes tight and prays.

Outbreak

Oliver Evans looked at the two men through the bushes and fingered his rifle. He was starving. For weeks, he hadn't been able to get food. They seemed friendly, though he couldn't hear what they were saying. Oliver was about to do something that went completely against the rules he'd made for himself in the apocalypse. No. I'll stay with my "morals". He stepped out silently, with his rifle aimed at them. "Howdy, gents. Now, I'm Oliver. If I were you, I'd introduce yourself." He shivered under his leather jacket. He wasn't sure if he could go for much longer without food. He shoved his hand into his grey jeans and fished out an extra bullet. Just in case.

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So I can start?

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Uh, wait. Is my character good, or...?

Outbreak

Name: Oliver Evans
Nicknames: Olly, Vampire, Shutout.
Height: 5'10
Hair Color: Dark red
Eye Color: Light grey
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 15
Date of Birth: 3/2/01
Backstory: When he was younger, Oliver was constantly called Olly by his classmates, who didn't actually know his full name, much to his surprise. When he found this out from a bully, he bit the kid on the neck with his canines, causing this nickname to pop up: Vampire. He was expelled from the school, but the story still lingered. When he got to his next school, he was eight years old. Many tried to approach him and be friends for years, but he ignored them and focused on his studies and his favorite sport: Baseball. Years passed, and when he was 13, he earned the nickname Shutout. His father eventually left the military at 47, and wanted to spend time with his son. They had almost nothing in common, so he taught him how to shoot the .22 rifle he had kept. He excelled in academics, rifling, and baseball. Just as he was 15, and everything was going well for him, the infection struck. He took what he'd need, and shut himself away in the garage. Away...from his infected parents.
Equipment: A .22 rifle with a sling. 3 boxes of ammunition. An aluminum baseball bat. And of course, his iPod.
Skills: He's very fast, and with high stamina from all those years of baseball. He also has great hand-eye coordination, and can shoot a rifle quite well. However, he is not skilled with targets that move at him. However, sniping, he might be of use.
Occupation-Pre-Apocalypse: Student.

Death From Above-An Attack On Titan Roleplay

Character Creation/Registration(Accepting)
Hey guys, if you want to join, here's what I expect. I'll PM you if I approve. Also, whether you're new, or a Pro (if you are than I'm surprised you chose my roleplay), you're welcome. Just...Have fun. (Below is my character) Also, no canon characters. Unless you PM me and I approve. We will start when they get to the training camp. I think I'll have ten people at the least, 20 at the most.

Name: Jax Evans
Age: 13
Appearance: Jax is about 6'0, with a lean body frame. His father was a merchant before wall Maria fell, but he's just as fit as anyone. He has dark red hair that is short in the back, but he keeps long in the front. His eyes are a light grey, that make you wonder if he's dead inside. He always wears a clean black button up, as if he's in mourning. His skin is very pale, causing his childhood nickname to be "Vampire".
District: Trost
Regiment Goal: Military Police, but his back-up is the Scout Regiment, strangely enough.
Backstory: Before Wall Maria fell, he was unaware of the actual threat that was the titans. However, when he heard of the event that took place, a fire was lit inside of him. He is determined to help people in whatever way he can. Whether it be MP, or Survey Corps.
New to Roleplay: Kind of. I mean, I'm new to this site. But, I'm not very new at actual Roleplay.
Personality: Jax is a slightly reserved person, many of his friends didn't know him well. Whenever he talks, however, people know it's important. He sometimes doubts his skill, for no reason. When people aren't brave enough, he is known to talk sense into them, inspiring them.
Skill Level: Above average. He's not the best, though many respect him for his skill. He sometimes messes up, but he can recover quickly.