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I see now there is a crazy gif war going on
Well I'm sure there are nicer ways to turn someone down but ok.
Name: Actaeon
Nickname: Lupus
Age: 22
Birthday: Unknown
Origin: Raised by wolves in upper northern Russia.
Deity: Deity of the wild animal/hunt
Hair Color: Blond
Hair Style: Non specific
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Color: Somewhat Tan white
Height: 6'4
Body Build: Athletic Muscular
Markings: A tattoo on his right shoulder
Demi-description: The god of wild animals and hunting he protects beasts and can sometimes be seen causing chaos or preventing his creatures from being restrained by man. Rational thought is not always his forte but he is capable of it, his most common resource is his limitless fury which boils in every one of his creatures. He can appear calm on the outside while wishing to tear apart those around him.
Background: He was raised in a wolf den and proved himself the most vicious even of his mother, the other pups were submissive to him beyond belief. Since adolescence he has been wreaking havoc upon those who would claim the lands that belonged to the animals, killing stealing destroying anything he needs to in order to ensure the survival of his animals.
Personality: A strong minded individual with little regard for lives that are not animals, he is loyal to a fault and will fight beyond what he's capable of and likely till death. Anything he can do he will do without thinking twice.
Powers: He can communicate with animals as well as bring them to his aid, he is incredibly fast and strong with near limitless stamina. He has the advanced senses of a wolf.
Weapons: His claws and fangs
Appearance : 
Name : Enrique Ortiz
Age : 27
Skill : Skills include both Marksmanship and cooking, he is also a gifted musician
Weapon (up three): 1911 Vietnam service pistol (his fathers)
Personality : A generally kind person he will help people out in any way he can, and will likely pick the underdog if a fight breaks out. However he is capable of great evils if pushed as he is ex military he knows very man ways to make a human being hurt.
Brief Bio : He was given leave to see his dieing father and had returned from overseas just before the outbreak began, he made it to his fathers house but it was too late. He mourned his fathers death and spent the night in his fathers house, he woke up to the sound of a struggle outside his door. He sprung awake and pulled his pocket knife off his nightstand and ran outside. He saw his mother being devoured by a decaying man, Enrique didnt know what to think only attack. He dug the blade into the creatures brain stem and twisted till it collapsed, he left the knife there and looked at his mothers dead body. He could have sat there for hours had he not heard the sounds of screaming outside his door and made a run for his fathers gun. It was kept in the closet in a locked box with plenty of clips, he grabbed the lamp off of his fathers nightstand and broke the locks. He pulled the pistol from its place in the box and put it in his belt then pulled the rest of the clips out as well the duffel bag that layed next to it, he set the clips into it and moved quickly bag to his room. He grabbed his dogtags and put them over his head, he then pulled on his fatigue pants, his combat boots, and stuffed some blankets into the bag. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed anything he could that wouldnt spoil for some time. He remembered something his father had made but kept secret from his children, Enrique ran into his room and pulled an object wrapped in cloth from under the bed. He unfolded the cloth and the small snub nosed shotgun was exposed, Enrique picked it up and smiled broadly he checked the barrels and saw it was loaded, he spent a fair few minutes looking around for some ammo but only managed to find 4 spare shells. He stuffed it into the duffel and made his way to the garage, he found the keys on the dash and put them in the ignition he started the car and then opened the garage door. The light was a blinding contrast to the dark garage and caused Enrique to squint, when his eyes had adjusted he saw another corpse approaching the car and backed up crushing it under the car, he made a two point turn into his fathers grass and then sped off down the road.
Name : Enrique Ortiz
Age : 27
Skill : Skills include both Marksmanship and cooking, he is also a gifted musician
Weapon (up three): 1911 Vietnam service pistol (his fathers)
Personality : A generally kind person he will help people out in any way he can, and will likely pick the underdog if a fight breaks out. However he is capable of great evils if pushed as he is ex military he knows very man ways to make a human being hurt.
Brief Bio : He was given leave to see his dieing father and had returned from overseas just before the outbreak began, he made it to his fathers house but it was too late. He mourned his fathers death and spent the night in his fathers house, he woke up to the sound of a struggle outside his door. He sprung awake and pulled his pocket knife off his nightstand and ran outside. He saw his mother being devoured by a decaying man, Enrique didnt know what to think only attack. He dug the blade into the creatures brain stem and twisted till it collapsed, he left the knife there and looked at his mothers dead body. He could have sat there for hours had he not heard the sounds of screaming outside his door and made a run for his fathers gun. It was kept in the closet in a locked box with plenty of clips, he grabbed the lamp off of his fathers nightstand and broke the locks. He pulled the pistol from its place in the box and put it in his belt then pulled the rest of the clips out as well the duffel bag that layed next to it, he set the clips into it and moved quickly bag to his room. He grabbed his dogtags and put them over his head, he then pulled on his fatigue pants, his combat boots, and stuffed some blankets into the bag. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed anything he could that wouldnt spoil for some time. He remembered something his father had made but kept secret from his children, Enrique ran into his room and pulled an object wrapped in cloth from under the bed. He unfolded the cloth and the small snub nosed shotgun was exposed, Enrique picked it up and smiled broadly he checked the barrels and saw it was loaded, he spent a fair few minutes looking around for some ammo but only managed to find 4 spare shells. He stuffed it into the duffel and made his way to the garage, he found the keys on the dash and put them in the ignition he started the car and then opened the garage door. The light was a blinding contrast to the dark garage and caused Enrique to squint, when his eyes had adjusted he saw another corpse approaching the car and backed up crushing it under the car, he made a two point turn into his fathers grass and then sped off down the road.
I would love to join this and already have a character in mind for this, It seems incredibly well planned and very detailed
Geuss whos back ladies and gents!
I am confused my name does not appear in the roster so am I to post or wait on Konrad?
1624 stuffed the communicator into his pocket and began to walk off. He turned around briefly to address the two of them.
"1624 will have to do for now," He said resuming his walk. He continued down the alley then took a left and a right and found himself on a street, he looked around assessing the world with his now fully developed mind. He noticed a clothing shop, similar to the one he had entered before to obtain his hoodie and pants. He walked inside and grabbed a newer pair of pants as well as a thicker hoodie, he stuffed them under his hoodie the pants in the back and the thicker hoodie in the front, he managed to walk out while only receiving a dirty look from the clerk. He went into an ally and changed into his new clothing, he was sitting down putting his left boot back on his right boot sitting next to him and he heard some coins dropped into it. He looked at a woman passing by and she smiled at him, he looked at the boot and the woman left. He tipped it over and some coins fell out, he put them in the pocket of his new pants and then pulled the boot on. He felt some papery and dry crumple under his foot, he pulled out a note, 'Soup Kitchen three blocks north of here', he tossed it aside and stood up. He walked down the street and passed a small diner and saw a sign outside of it, it read 'Specials: Lemon Pancakes, Eggs Benedict, Muffins' He liked the sound of that middle one and recalled what the woman had asked him earlier, "Then what should I call you?", he figured the name would serve him well enough. He elected to call himself Benedict, and begun introducing himself to people to get the feel for the name.
"1624 will have to do for now," He said resuming his walk. He continued down the alley then took a left and a right and found himself on a street, he looked around assessing the world with his now fully developed mind. He noticed a clothing shop, similar to the one he had entered before to obtain his hoodie and pants. He walked inside and grabbed a newer pair of pants as well as a thicker hoodie, he stuffed them under his hoodie the pants in the back and the thicker hoodie in the front, he managed to walk out while only receiving a dirty look from the clerk. He went into an ally and changed into his new clothing, he was sitting down putting his left boot back on his right boot sitting next to him and he heard some coins dropped into it. He looked at a woman passing by and she smiled at him, he looked at the boot and the woman left. He tipped it over and some coins fell out, he put them in the pocket of his new pants and then pulled the boot on. He felt some papery and dry crumple under his foot, he pulled out a note, 'Soup Kitchen three blocks north of here', he tossed it aside and stood up. He walked down the street and passed a small diner and saw a sign outside of it, it read 'Specials: Lemon Pancakes, Eggs Benedict, Muffins' He liked the sound of that middle one and recalled what the woman had asked him earlier, "Then what should I call you?", he figured the name would serve him well enough. He elected to call himself Benedict, and begun introducing himself to people to get the feel for the name.
I'll post soon but at the moment I have a splitting head ache and am going to go get something for it then rest.
Skythikon said
Or your character could be late due to a logistical error, like mine? Everyone's at the HQ now, so if you show up it's not like your character can't be filled in or something.
Works for me.
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