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I'm having difficulty finding anime pics, ahh.
Just to tell you guys she put the OOC up http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/40478/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1207720
"Gonna vomit again." Damien vomited, and overshot by the toilet again. "You're such a damn idiot." He head butted the wall. "Why would I do that again?!"
"Got it, yeah, okay." Damien had finally got back from being yelled at. "This is why you don't eat the poisonous pizza!"
"Oh god..." Damien sat in the corner of a bathroom. He saw the dark gold liquid running down the toilet, he had missed. "What type of pizza was that? Who the hell designed you?!" Damien was feeling like a ferret that had been shot now. "I'm yelling at a pizza box, what..?" Damien sat up. "Let's just go for a walk..." Damien stepped outside, it was dark. He walked down a path, and saw the manager of the IT shop. What... He turned around and began to sprint back up the path. He eventually began to run out of breath. "Damn it, just gotta ma-" "OH GOD MY ARM!" Damien had just accidentally ran into a wall. "Ah, em, ah, help!" Damien lay there, and began the crawl for victory... And ran into the manager. "Yeah, funny story here. Heh heh"
Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
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Theme song: (Optional) Your gonna go far kid by the decendantsName: 'Doctor' Charles RishardsonNickname: Doc. Age: (15+) 38Gender: MaleAppearance: (Picture with small description) Personality: evil, death defying, broken, gambler, drinking proberlam, mentally scaredOccupation before: (what did you do for a living) DoctorWeapons: (Keep it real no ST Launchers, no RPG's, if your edgy about something ask an ill tell you if its okay) M9, Double Barrelled Shot-gun, bayonet knifeEquipment: (Got food? Cigarettes? Kevlar? put it here) Smoking pipe with tobacco, flare gun, radio, backpack, water and some army meals.Skills: (Tow major skills, one minor for example Martial artist, Small arms expert, Lockpicker) medical knowledge, short arms, good lier and driverHistory: (Does not have to be indepth just tell us how you got to where you are now) he doesn't speak of the horrible things hes done, if the list of evil peaple was still up he would be near the top. he arrived here from England on businesses, and mysteriously the virus started a day laterOther: (Anything else not covered) TBR
Twist of the plot!!!
:3 Yay!
Name: Alistair Blemtu
Nickname:
Age: (15+)17
Gender:Male
Appearance: (Picture with small description)
He is 5'9 1/2,is healthy and not muscular.(Sounds like a dating profile :p)
Personality: Quiet, Kind of evil,
Occupation before: (what did you do for a living) Family Shop worker.
Weapons: (Keep it real no ST Launchers, no RPG's, if your edgy about something ask an ill tell you if its okay) Sharp Knife, small enough to fit in a pocket.
Equipment: (Got food? Cigarettes? Kevlar? put it here) Black winter coat, Ammo without a gun, sleeping bag.
Skills: (Tow major skills, one minor for example Martial artist, Small arms expert, Lockpicker) Good Liar,Sneaky, Unboxing.
History: (Does not have to be indepth just tell us how you got to where you are now) Alistair was born in Nottingham, and went to school quickly.He never had many friends, and he was angry about this. When the apocalypse started, he ran away into a warehouse, eventually, he partied with an older man, and ended up killing him. Alistair decided this was the best way to get revenge for his life of friendlessness
Other: (Anything else not covered)
Nickname:
Age: (15+)17
Gender:Male
Appearance: (Picture with small description)
He is 5'9 1/2,is healthy and not muscular.(Sounds like a dating profile :p)Personality: Quiet, Kind of evil,
Occupation before: (what did you do for a living) Family Shop worker.
Weapons: (Keep it real no ST Launchers, no RPG's, if your edgy about something ask an ill tell you if its okay) Sharp Knife, small enough to fit in a pocket.
Equipment: (Got food? Cigarettes? Kevlar? put it here) Black winter coat, Ammo without a gun, sleeping bag.
Skills: (Tow major skills, one minor for example Martial artist, Small arms expert, Lockpicker) Good Liar,Sneaky, Unboxing.
History: (Does not have to be indepth just tell us how you got to where you are now) Alistair was born in Nottingham, and went to school quickly.He never had many friends, and he was angry about this. When the apocalypse started, he ran away into a warehouse, eventually, he partied with an older man, and ended up killing him. Alistair decided this was the best way to get revenge for his life of friendlessness
Other: (Anything else not covered)
I'm in, as long as there is no fairies...
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