Mick was moving through the broken and shattered roads of the small town. It was more complicated to get to the town hall or the libary. It would include climbing or moving larger pieces of junk, maybe even breaking into some houses and then leaving them through a window on the other side but today Mick wasn't in the mood for that. If this city here was indeed filled with survivors, traps wouldn't be that uncommon, even in abadoned cities some traps would remain and sometimes even the remains of an unlucky scavenger.
Like proving his point Mick noticed a broken door, it got blewn from the inside and the burn marks were too even, too close to the door that it could have been anything else but a simple "wire attached to door attached to grenade" trap.
Mick shook his head, no it would take too long to make his way through here towards the town hall and too many open spaces for ambushes as well. So what should he do?
Mick recalled the outlay of the city when he stood on the hill north of the city, south to the direction where the truck headed and past some fields on the west layes the church. Mick calculated roughly, if he would head on the side road and then follow the road leading through the outskirt he would arrrive there shortly before dawn. Perfect! He even had time enough to scavege one or two shops. Mick shouldered his bagpack and started walking, heading to the fields and for the church...
(I have a nice little plot for the church if people are interested)
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I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
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Good....otherwise standing near a crater with no protection for possible radiation is pretty much...ummm a one time action xD
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Okey....who is Voltus? And why is he mistaking this for a post apocalyptic rp? Because i think he is mistaking this for some something like fallout....but no radiation or giant beast monsters right? Just that England got bombed to shreds and humanity is turning against eachother...well maybe a stray dog or some zoo animals trying to eat you but not more right?
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I updated my Cs a bit to give my char some look
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It all began with a bang~ and then came~~~ fire. At least that´s how it always starts in some badass movies and shitz, in reality... screams, confusion, hatred, tension, murder..all those nice hidden things society were hiding but the moment this fragile monument society crumbled...well all those nice little words turned reality, like an infection they spread all over and to each one. What a brave new world we stepped into.
For Mick it was always the same, never trust anybody and well he did good in not forgetting it even after the bombs fell.
"I think the main problem is that people are forgetting who they are, who they were" That was a thesis he was hearing over and over in his little head.
Sometimes he even spoke it out loud, arguing on the quiet and lonely road and in the ruins of recently or long left buildings. It was surprising on how little of humanity was left, streets once full of kids were now empty...dead...hollow, a twisted echo where one could still faintly hear the ghostly laughs of the children who once played there.
He was getting melancholic~ Maybe it was his irish blood? Even if it was known for drinking and yelling and brawling...the irish also ever had a melancholic vein, their songs always had a loss in it, a morale...a warning. And so while walking along the dusty roads of england all those songs came into Mick´s mind.
He shook his head trying to erase them as they suddenly made his childhood seem.... usefull, warm...worth while. Pah.
He came to an hold and looked down the hill he was standing on, his view directed onto a large crate near the skeletons of a former cities. The wind was bringing noise with him and so also the traces of lives inside this ruins and on the far horizion...a single truck making it´s way outside of the town.
"Well the black and tans are leaving already" Mick mumbled to himself as he slithered down the hill, into the crate city. His first stop? The Town hall! It´s the first place where people would gather and so, also hide their rations. Second would be the church and third the libary. Big, easy to defend places with a touch of it´s former glory...people always tended to stick to symbols of hope in the times of need...even if they are long dead~~~
For Mick it was always the same, never trust anybody and well he did good in not forgetting it even after the bombs fell.
"I think the main problem is that people are forgetting who they are, who they were" That was a thesis he was hearing over and over in his little head.
Sometimes he even spoke it out loud, arguing on the quiet and lonely road and in the ruins of recently or long left buildings. It was surprising on how little of humanity was left, streets once full of kids were now empty...dead...hollow, a twisted echo where one could still faintly hear the ghostly laughs of the children who once played there.
He was getting melancholic~ Maybe it was his irish blood? Even if it was known for drinking and yelling and brawling...the irish also ever had a melancholic vein, their songs always had a loss in it, a morale...a warning. And so while walking along the dusty roads of england all those songs came into Mick´s mind.
He shook his head trying to erase them as they suddenly made his childhood seem.... usefull, warm...worth while. Pah.
He came to an hold and looked down the hill he was standing on, his view directed onto a large crate near the skeletons of a former cities. The wind was bringing noise with him and so also the traces of lives inside this ruins and on the far horizion...a single truck making it´s way outside of the town.
"Well the black and tans are leaving already" Mick mumbled to himself as he slithered down the hill, into the crate city. His first stop? The Town hall! It´s the first place where people would gather and so, also hide their rations. Second would be the church and third the libary. Big, easy to defend places with a touch of it´s former glory...people always tended to stick to symbols of hope in the times of need...even if they are long dead~~~
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Nah.... it´s just that i umm expected a higher standard :/ I was still used to work with collabs, so two posts in one and so on...just me here
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That´s more like Free than Casual now :/
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16 IC posts?....ugh
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ugh i hate it that i can not insert images from my comp anymore
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Name: Mick Stephard
Age: 24
Appearance: 1,80 cm tall, shoulder long, dirty blonde hair
A masculine and strong jaw line and a rather round head priced with a nearly female nose.
Blue penetrating eyes which can quickly turn into a cold grey and then to top it off, a scruffy blonde beard.
His body type is rather builded, not athletic but one could see that it was kept in shape. So it has wide shoulders but still a bit of a stomach while also posessing a good radius of a biceps.
His arms and legs are covered with thick lair of hair and so would be his chest. Other places are therefor weirdly hairless. A huge scar would go from his right chest down to his stomach and so cutting it's way through the hair.
His body type is good for brawling and fighting but lacks the strength to run for a long distance so heavy work is perfectly for him.
As for clothes he's wearing a green wool hoodie which certainly has seen better days. A heavy worker jeans with cuts, holes and all kind of strains. Worn over the jeans would be pair of shin guards one is using when skating. Heavy steel toed boots would make this nearly complete.
As a finishing touch Mick is wearing a dark green bowler hat with a cross ace card glued on the side and matching duster scarf would protect his face from dirt, cold and unwanted looks.
Items: Bagpack filled with:
-Water
- canned food
- camping cooker
- lighter
- huge pack of cigarettes
- Serveral layers of cloth
- a bottle of whiskey! (what else!)
- Fork and can opener
Weapons : -A Hammer
- serveral hunting knives(3) (Ye pops used to go out hunting)
,-a crossbow with 5 bolts (Freaking hard to make those aight?)
Bio: Mick always had a complicated live, his father was pretty abusive and well living in a bloody small town where ya pops is befriended with everybody and you are stamped to be a good for nothing? What else can you do but to not leave em hanging? What Mick did was simple, he layed on his father´s pocket and acted like a total douche while he secretly sended applications to several companies over to England, making online test and learning in his time when his father was "grounding" him. Little did he know that he wanted to be grounded! At least this drunkyard left him alone then!. Just as he was approved to a meeting with a rather big tobacco company hell broke loose at home, Mick gathered what he could and even took his father´s most precious hunting knive with him. As he finally took over to London it was also the time that true hell broke loose. The bombs fell and Mick was left behind clueless, helpless and dumbstuck what to do! He was lucky that he was still on the ferry and people there did quiet good on the first few weeks and then, after week 4 and so roughly a month after the drop, Mick decided to flee, tensions were growing and well also the nice people of the bloody goverment were searching for the ferry, targeting it as a possible threat for whatever reason. Just the night Mick left the ferry he saw black, quiet boats driving towards it....only a hour later screams echoed to the empty streets of the small and abandoned village he made his way through...
Age: 24
Appearance: 1,80 cm tall, shoulder long, dirty blonde hair
A masculine and strong jaw line and a rather round head priced with a nearly female nose.
Blue penetrating eyes which can quickly turn into a cold grey and then to top it off, a scruffy blonde beard.
His body type is rather builded, not athletic but one could see that it was kept in shape. So it has wide shoulders but still a bit of a stomach while also posessing a good radius of a biceps.
His arms and legs are covered with thick lair of hair and so would be his chest. Other places are therefor weirdly hairless. A huge scar would go from his right chest down to his stomach and so cutting it's way through the hair.
His body type is good for brawling and fighting but lacks the strength to run for a long distance so heavy work is perfectly for him.
As for clothes he's wearing a green wool hoodie which certainly has seen better days. A heavy worker jeans with cuts, holes and all kind of strains. Worn over the jeans would be pair of shin guards one is using when skating. Heavy steel toed boots would make this nearly complete.
As a finishing touch Mick is wearing a dark green bowler hat with a cross ace card glued on the side and matching duster scarf would protect his face from dirt, cold and unwanted looks.
Items: Bagpack filled with:
-Water
- canned food
- camping cooker
- lighter
- huge pack of cigarettes
- Serveral layers of cloth
- a bottle of whiskey! (what else!)
- Fork and can opener
Weapons : -A Hammer
- serveral hunting knives(3) (Ye pops used to go out hunting)
,-a crossbow with 5 bolts (Freaking hard to make those aight?)
Bio: Mick always had a complicated live, his father was pretty abusive and well living in a bloody small town where ya pops is befriended with everybody and you are stamped to be a good for nothing? What else can you do but to not leave em hanging? What Mick did was simple, he layed on his father´s pocket and acted like a total douche while he secretly sended applications to several companies over to England, making online test and learning in his time when his father was "grounding" him. Little did he know that he wanted to be grounded! At least this drunkyard left him alone then!. Just as he was approved to a meeting with a rather big tobacco company hell broke loose at home, Mick gathered what he could and even took his father´s most precious hunting knive with him. As he finally took over to London it was also the time that true hell broke loose. The bombs fell and Mick was left behind clueless, helpless and dumbstuck what to do! He was lucky that he was still on the ferry and people there did quiet good on the first few weeks and then, after week 4 and so roughly a month after the drop, Mick decided to flee, tensions were growing and well also the nice people of the bloody goverment were searching for the ferry, targeting it as a possible threat for whatever reason. Just the night Mick left the ferry he saw black, quiet boats driving towards it....only a hour later screams echoed to the empty streets of the small and abandoned village he made his way through...
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