Fillet

No Hope

All right. I'll wait for yours then do a quick one just to orient my char in the group. I'll post tmr.

No Hope

Thanks.

Where is the group now actually? They're just out of the gym?

Into the Black

Or I could have the gang whose gems Craig stole come after the Herald. Which might trigger the Alliance ship he had been in.

No Hope

Filet, I'm gnawing on your filet-skeleton, if you don't mind.

Anyways my plane got delayed so i'm stuck om Arizona for the time being XP with sexay intarneet

@AiyvaGuard

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Into the Black

Oh the suits are suspicious. They have barely left that crate alone.

@Kirah

Yeah... other than Craig noticing that they have been hawking it, he's just going to wander off and leave it as it is since he doesn't wanna get murdered in his sleep by them, which makes for a rather dull and useless post.

I'm just going to wait for Higgins. We might have bro-ed it up a bit in the couple of weeks.

No Hope

Name: Evan James Stewart

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Appearance:

Image

Medical Ailments: None.

Nationality: American, from DC.

Occupation: College graduate (i.e unemployed)

Four Week History: Evan was the youngest child with two older sisters, 40 and 33, plus a brother, 28. He grew up loved and teased and protected by his siblings; all were doted upon equally by their elderly parents. The suburban family never had any huge turmoil.

The University of Washington’s Foster Business program had seemed like the natural logical choice after high school. Evan tried to be a good student but his grades fared average, and as always was eclipsed by his athletic excellence in 400m sprints. As a fresh graduate, he was as listless as he had begun college with no career aspiration to join his family’s reputable construction supply company nor had any idea what to do with his life. He passed time playing video games, hanging out with his girlfriend and friends, running, and trained in parkour. The occasional half-hearted attempts at job applications were met with rejection. His family coaxed and urged him to take on a ready position in the company and he decided to accept the offer when he returned from camp.

Just before the outbreak struck, he was in a two-weeks long camping trip for kids in Brambleton, Virginia, which had been his annual tradition for three years, as a volunteer leader. The relative isolation of the area shielded them from the pandemic danger - for a while. They were hiking back to the campsite when screams shrilled through the trees. It wasn’t long before the older kids and adults, standing away in the more secluded safety of the forest, knew what the horror unfolding before them meant. In a moment of panic, he ran and deserted the children and friends.

He had survived on his own for a week and made his way to Dulles, a fuel stop, in the hope that he would reunite with his family and friends in hometown Washington.

Items of Interest:

- A small Camelbak with a 2L hydration pack and mouthpiece, contains:

- Some water, protein bars, canned tuna, bandaids, boxes of aspirin; a roll of bandage; knee and wrist compression sleeves; a pair of fingerless gloves; a headlamp; a Leatherman Wave; his wallet; an extra pair of socks and shoes; an unopened bottle of blue Gatorade in a side pocket.

- Wears a sports watch; breathable but still warm clothing that allows him to move freely; a pair of minimalist shoes with good grip (evil GM note: while it’s quiet as can be on the usual grounds and floors, and grippy on walls and when slippery/wet, it might screech if his foot accidentally kicks on certain surfaces).

Weapons:
- Whatever handy and around that he could use
- A switchblade
- The Leatherman, secondary.

An idea of the character's forte: Dying Light - Parkour POV

Into the Black

Well... nothing's really happening. Craig wouldn't be able to steal anything from the engine room and it'd be too suspicious for any kind of thievery while in space. I don't think he got any action with Sera in that time. I could, I guess, get him to notice something strange about the suits? Or everything's normal with them?

I don't have a handle on prompts in this timeskip. So, if everything's cruisey, he'll be in his bunk.

No Hope

<Snipped quote by Fillet>

Accepted!

With regards to the your post frequency, I'll give your character a 4 day AFK protection. However, I will have to control him in your stead if the game moves forwards and you're holding people up. These periods of control will probably be limited to me briefly narrating that he's still with the group, or his reaction to a the situation - no in-depth thought processes or what not... Just you know, so everyone knows he's not dead.

Provided you're happy with that, then we're good to go.

@TomeBinder

All right, cool! Thanks for extending it and feel free to move him however you want if I'm holding up the game. I should definitely let you know if something suddenly comes up anyway. Cheers :D

I'll let you intro him IC. Yaaay.

Apocalypse RPs please?

Are you still open/accepting?

@Anodyne

Like I said, it's active and open.

No Hope

Character DONE

Name: Evan James Stewart

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Appearance:

Image

Medical Ailments: None.

Nationality: American, from DC.

Occupation: College graduate (i.e unemployed)

Four Week History: Evan was the youngest child with two older sisters, 40 and 33, plus a brother, 28. He grew up loved and teased and protected by his siblings; all were doted upon equally by their elderly parents. The suburban family never had any huge turmoil.

The University of Washington’s Foster Business program had seemed like the natural logical choice after high school. Evan tried to be a good student but his grades fared average, and as always was eclipsed by his athletic excellence in 400m sprints. As a fresh graduate, he was as listless as he had begun college with no career aspiration to join his family’s reputable construction supply company nor had any idea what to do with his life. He passed time playing video games, hanging out with his girlfriend and friends, running, and trained in parkour. The occasional half-hearted attempts at job applications were met with rejection. His family coaxed and urged him to take on a ready position in the company and he decided to accept the offer when he returned from camp.

Just before the outbreak struck, he was in a two-weeks long camping trip for kids in Brambleton, Virginia, which had been his annual tradition for three years, as a volunteer leader. The relative isolation of the area shielded them from the pandemic danger - for a while. They were hiking back to the campsite when screams shrilled through the trees. It wasn’t long before the older kids and adults, standing away in the more secluded safety of the forest, knew what the horror unfolding before them meant. In a moment of panic, he ran and deserted the children and friends.

He had survived on his own for a week and made his way to Dulles, a fuel stop, in the hope that he would reunite with his family and friends in hometown Washington.

Items of Interest:

- A small Camelbak with a 2L hydration pack and mouthpiece, contains:

- Some water, protein bars, canned tuna, bandaids, boxes of aspirin; a roll of bandage; knee and wrist compression sleeves; a pair of fingerless gloves; a headlamp; a Leatherman Wave; his wallet; an extra pair of socks and shoes; an unopened bottle of blue Gatorade in a side pocket.

- Wears a sports watch; breathable but still warm clothing that allows him to move freely; a pair of minimalist shoes with good grip (evil GM note: while it’s quiet as can be on the usual grounds and floors, and grippy on walls and when slippery/wet, it might screech if his foot accidentally kicks on certain surfaces).

Weapons:
- Whatever handy and around that he could use
- A switchblade
- The Leatherman, secondary.

An idea of the character's forte: Dying Light - Parkour POV