FaithsRose

The Lost Alpha

Thank you :) It seems unusual but I think I understand my role a bit better, I shall try to follow as best as I can :) Thanks again for taking the time to clear that up for me, hope I haven't been too aggravating >.<

The Lost Alpha

Oh ok :S I'm really not trying to be difficult!! But I'm struggling to follow this >.< I'm really confused about what you want from the two normal beta's if someone else is basically going to do what we do but be held at a higher rank? :/ I just assumed that the two normal beta's would be what you described of the lieutenant. I'm just not understanding why the new rank is necessary is all, I know it's your RP and I don't want to interfere but just need a little more info if possible please.

The Lost Alpha

Still working on a CS should be done soon ^^ but just curious as to what the new Lieutenant rank is about? :S Isn't that kind of what Beta's are?

The Lost Alpha.

I'd be willing to give Beta Male a go if its not taken :)

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Thank you ^^

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Tamashii trod carefully through the trees, Mercy close behind her. They had been skirting around the city for the last few days, scavenging what they could before they were pushed into the trees. Too many infected back there now, they had to keep pushing forward and by now their supplies were running dangerously low.

Fallen leaves crunched under the weight of Ash’s walking boots as she moved forward, her eyes studying the uneven terrain around them. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession as she moved forward trying to catch her breath, beads of sweat covered her forehead; and caused her t-shirt stick to her skin. She had her knife in her hand at the ready. It was the only weapon she was willing to use to protect them for now, she would use her gun as a last resort, she had it safely tucked into a hip holster on her right hand side. She could hear Mercy’s laboured breathing behind her, as she picked her way around the trees eyes roaming the underbrush suspiciously. “Is it much further?” Mercy murmured her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing.

Ash didn't answer straight away, she glanced around once more before she ground to a halt turning on the spot and rested back against a thick tree, the rough bark scraped noisily against her beaten up backpack as she did, she leant forward on her knees trying to even out her breathing with a few deep breaths. “It can’t be far now, it was on that billboard map” She answered, keeping her voice low she lifted her eyes to look at Mercy. The other woman looked worse than she did, mud and gore clung to her light blonde hair and her clothes were pretty badly torn, she had a dirty bandage wrapped around her left bicep. Mercy shifted from one foot to the other repeatedly her hands were still shaking, she was practically buzzing with adrenaline. Her luminous blue eyes nervously searched the area around them and her fingers tensed around the unstrung Mongolian bow that she held in her right hand. “Thanks for...you know, back there” Ash murmured looking at the bloody arrow clasped within the blonde woman's left hand before she wiped the sweat from her forehead, smudging the dried blood and dirt that accumulated on her skin in the process.

Mercy looked down at the arrow clasped between her blood spattered fingers; she dipped her head and allowed her lips to curve into a small smile. The blissful silence that fell between them was soon interrupted by the sudden sound of distant gun shots, Ash looked in the direction they had come as she hastilly stood up right. "That sounded close, we should keep moving” Mercy stated, slinging her bow over her shoulder careful not to catch the string on the buttons of her shirt. Without another word she pushed forward into a run despite her legs protests, taking the lead as she picked her way across the dirt trail and weaved between the trees. Ash looked once more in the direction of the gunshots before she turned and broke into a run, keeping Mercy within her sights as she did. Please let this town be close she thought as she hopped over a raised tree root, her feet pounding the ground as she followed her friend.

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Mercy

Name: Mercedes Clueman
Nickname: Mercy
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Gay.

Personality: Mercy is a generally calm person, she doesn't like confrontation, but can handle it, using words instead of physical violence. She's very patient and generally forthcoming, though she seems to know more than she lets on a lot of the time. She is friendly to everyone and is always one to give second chances. She comes across as confident and social, with a lovable soft nature, she places her trust in others very freely. People tend to view Mercy as delicate; beside the fact she is clearly strong there is something about her that makes others wants to protect her which she finds infuriating. Despite all of this she can be bad tempered though its a rare occurrence, the outbreak hasn’t seemed to change her personality it seems to have just strengthened her more redeeming features.

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Occupation before Outbreak: Student (Medical Science) ,Waitress

General Clothing: (Subject to change)
-Head: No longer wearing anything on her head.
-Chest: White Tank Top. With a tan leather jacket over the top that has general wear and tear around the shoulders and stains down the front of it. Around her neck she wears a locket
-Legs: Dark stonewash straight cut jeans with ragged tear across the right knee and scuff marks across the left knee and a Hip quiver around her waist resting on her right hip.
-Hands: On left forearm: Wrist guard with a red embroidering of a rearing horse on the inside of the bracer. On her right hand she wears a black right hand archery glove
-Feet:Brown ankle boots
-Back: Backpack

Other Supplies: Salvaged items inside backpack
-Half full Water bottle,
-Car First Aid kit
-Fully charged ipod and small headphones
- A small journal
-1 strip of batteries.

Pocket:
-Wallet.
-Apartment keys including Small torch

Inside quiver pouch:
-Bowstring wax
-Replacement Bow string
-Square piece of soft cloth for cleaning
-Swiss Army Knife

Weapons:
-Saluki Bow a good bow used commonly in horseback archery.
-10 arrows
.

History: Mercy is the eldest of 2 she had a younger brother, with a father who was a sought after heart surgeon and a mother who lived a life of luxury. Mercy has never been hard done for in her life, despite never really seeing her parents because they were always out at conventions or playing tennis, she was given money to compensate for their absence. She was basically raised by her nanny, Serena. Serena taught her the ways of the world, preventing her from becoming a typical rich brat. Besides she spent most of her childhood with her nose buried in books, except for the occasional archery or horse riding lesson, even combining the two when she was older.

Mercy met Tamashii when she went to a mainstream high school, despite clashing to begin with the two became near enough inseparable. A typical yin and yang pairing, Mercy tried to keep Tamashii on the rails though it always ended up with the pair of them getting into trouble. After a while she couldn't keep it hidden from her parents, they carted her off to an expensive all girls boarding school to keep face with their social clicks. Mercy found her love of science among other 'interests' in boarding school, she was particularly drawn to medical science the idea of being able to help people and save lives sat well with her.

She reunited with Tamashii when she graduated, this lead to her parents disowning her when she refused to severe her connection with Tamashii and stay with them. Luckily for her Tamashii was there to catch her, between the pair of them they held down a flat and worked towards getting Mercy into medical school, doing any job they could. Serena kept in close contact with her throughout everything and offered a guaranteed meal for them whenever they needed it. When the infection hit Mercy had just finished a shift waiting tables, she instantly went to Serena meeting up with Tamashii, they missed the first wave of evacuations but followed closely behind. Serena was an elderly woman by this point and although she tried to keep up, she ended up slowing the two women down.

The trio joined with another group of survivors for a small while, but the group was overrun during the night. Despite her best efforts, Mercy was of little use during the attack she had never had to wield a weapon before, this cost Serena her life when she tried to protect her. Serena’s sacrifice sits heavily on Mercy, Tamashii has stuck by her and now the two travel alone, constantly searching for safety.

What are their personal goals relating to the outbreak: To help as many people survive as possible, find somewhere safe. Secondary objective: Find a cure.

Anything else: Mercy has an underlying health problem, Long Q-T Syndrome although its a very mild case symptoms can vary. She also suffers from a mild case of Nyctophobia (Fear of the dark), and Thalassophobia (Fear of the Ocean)

Unbeknownst to most, Mercy can sing (Quite well) and play the piano though it seems like a useless skill to have now.

Mercy has the Japanese Kanji for love (愛; Ai) tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.

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Tamashii

Name: Arian ‘Tamashii’ Swift
Nickname: Tamashii, Ash
Age: 22
Sexual orientation: Straight

Personality: Tamashii’s a very conflicted person and always has been, she struggles to let her guard down around anyone, especially when she doesn't know them. What causes the conflict in her, is her mistrust in others. She’s an incredibly suspicious person and prefers to hide her paranoia and true nature. She is very observant, above that she has a very strong sense of survival that in the past surpassed everything and anyone. She’s got a knack for scouting out loopholes in traps, difficult situations or even conversation. She tends to dote over what people say, though you wouldn't be able to tell by just looking at her. She hides her soft nature under a cold and insensitive exterior, she can be very sarcastic or snide when she’s talking to someone whether she knows them or not. She has an air of arrogance about her, and can come across as intimidating at times. As if that wasn’t bad enough she has a short fuse and the patience of an Ox, it’s her hostility and temper that tend to turn people off of her. She would rather cut her own tongue out then admit weakness and struggles to stand down if she’s challenged; her respect is only given to those she deems worthy. Underneath all of that hostility is a woman who craves comfort and security, once she knows someone enough more of her redeeming qualities tend to shine through. She’s got a wicked sense of humor, which tends to get her into trouble fairly often. She’s loyal to her family and friends, but her need to survive often clouds any of her heroic attempts.

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Occupation before Outbreak: Bar tender

General Clothing: (Subject to change)
-Head: N/A
-Chest: V-Neck Navy Blue T-Shirt. With a Jacket In backpack if not worn.
-Legs: Dark blue Bootcut jeans with a Low ride Duty Holster
-Hands: Fingerless gloves
-Feet: Walking Boots
-Back: Backpack

Other Supplies: Items inside of backpack
-Half full Water bottle,
-2 Go Energy Bars
-Storm Proof Matches
- Keepsake Box pictures and small items inside relevant to the past.
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Currently not working as needs a new battery.
-1 Extra magazine of ammunition

Pocket:
-Nokia Phone Low Battery, No signal
-Apartment keys including Shark bottle opener & Hook keychain

Weapons:
-Semi-automatic Hand Gun
-Army Grade Combat Knife

History: Tamashii isn't entirely sure whether she is an only child or whether she has siblings, her parents were unstable and ended up separating leaving her to the mercy of social services. After many a year of passing from one family to the next, she gripped the idea that she was unwanted and begun to live by it causing trouble at every turn. It became a game to her; she would purposefully push people away or push them to their limits through tantrums or running away. She met her match in Serena who adopted her at the age of 13, and refused point blank to let her go regardless of what she did. To begin with it made Tamashii push further, getting into trouble with the law. She got herself a criminal record for stealing and vandalism, only small offences.

Due somewhat to Serena’s steadfastness and Mercy whom she had met at high school, Tamashii found a place she belonged. Though she still acted out, it was normal teenage rebellion which usually ended up with Mercy taking the fall with her. She barely spent any time in school, hanging around bars that she could get into or abusing Mercy’s credit card at a shopping centre. Tamashii decided to change her name when she first came to Serena, though she legally changed it when she turned 18. She dropped out of school and went straight into work doing what she could to get by, more than happy to support Mercy when she needed her.

Tamashii had the dream of becoming a police officer, despite her shady past she has been taking night classes and working on trying to get into the force to train up. She was taught to shoot by an old friend of Serena’s who would take her to a shooting range on a regular basis for lessons, he was a retired police officer himself who referred to himself as Captain, it became a hobby of hers and Captain would tell her stories of when he was in the force. She had literally just been invited to be trained by the LAPD when the outbreak hit. Her good news drowned by the increasing alarm around them, she stopped in at the Captain’s on her way to Serena’s to check up on him. She left the house alone with a small handgun and a rifle, meeting up with Mercy and Serena they fled.

When they met up with a group of survivors she let her guard down, thinking they would be safe. It almost cost her, her life when they were attacked that night. When the attack hit she was away from Mercy and Serena, despite her valiant effort to get back to them Serena perished that night protecting Mercy. Tamashii took Mercy away refusing to help the others; survival was at the front of her mind and they were a lost cause in her mind. She has taught Mercy how to protect herself and they now wander alone in the woods, searching for safety.

.What are their personal goals relating to the outbreak: To keep Mercy alive, find somewhere safe, survive.

Anything else: Tamashii suffers from Monophobia (Fear of Being Alone) and Cleithrophobia (Fear of being trapped)

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Writing Sample

Rain folded her right arm across her chest her left held a champagne glass to her lips, she took a swig now and then. She was dressed in a turquoise ball gown, the very image of elegant. Her oceanic blue eyes scanned the crowd casually. “Ah here it comes...are you getting this?” She murmured, her glistening pink lips barely moving as she spoke. ~A little to the left...~ She lifted her right arm slightly, so the silver bracelet around her wrist shimmered in the light, unseen to the human eye one of the beads moved slightly. ~Perfect~ She took another sip of champagne, scanning the people close to her before her attention was drawn to the stage as a man in his late sixties took the stage, she listened closely to what he was saying. Merely smiling as the crowd applauded and cheered, being careful not to move her right wrist.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as Mr Faireview stepped onto the stage. “Is that our guy?” She murmured smiling politely back at a gentleman who smiled at her. ~Affirmative~ She listened to Mr Faireview’s speech with a questioning look on her face, standing straight as he left the stage. She put her right hand to her right ear. “I’m going in” ~Affirmative, you’re on your own from here out...be careful~ “I’m always careful” She smirked dropping her hand before finishing her champagne and beginning to weave her way through the crowd. When she got to the bar she perched on a bar stool, crossing her legs and leaning on the bar, she ordered another flute of champagne, her nose twitched a little as the scent of vampire persisted to cling to the air. She glanced sideways watching Mr Faireview approach.

Rain caught Mr faireview looking at her; she smiled fleetingly at him before turning back to her champagne flute, her nose twitching again. Her eyes flashed amber for a moment as the vampire scent grew stronger; she took a deep breath steadying herself just as he came to stand beside her, her eyes returned to their human color. She turned to face him with a smile, offering him her hand in greeting. “I would be honored if you would join me” She hinted to him still smiling; she waved her hand towards the empty stool in front of her. “Please sit” She said, bringing her hand back up to her face and pushing her hair behind her ear revealing her wrist to him as she did. “I’m Rain Nightwing, I work for the Telegraph” She introduced herself. “Although I’m technically off duty” She smiled charmingly, coyly taking another sip from her champagne glass

Infection, World's End (Zombies-Small group)

Ok working on it now shouldn't take too long :) thank you ^^

Infection, World's End (Zombies-Small group)

If there is a place I could give it a try, if you don't mind, looks interesting :)

The Academy [Interest Check]

I'm interested :) It's been a long time since I've participated in a group rp though ^^' So will have to ask you guys to take it easy on me, if you don't mind me joining :) I do have a few questions though, would it be ok to pm them over?