Jinxer

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Indeed.

If a certain amount of time passes it might be worth getting a post up that starts bringing characters together (or directing them) so anyone unsure of how to start has something to follow; I know it can be hard to come up with something with no pre-ordained direction at times!

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Henry Charlton

"Read, read, never want to read, ah, here we go."

The library was dark but seemed empty of infected to Henry, or any other living being, for which he was grateful. It was hard to remain sane when spending such a long time by oneself, avoiding both the living and the dead for fear of a slow and painful death, or undeath, and so he had sunk himself into his favourite retreat: literature. Specifically the non-fiction kind. Part of him chastised himself for not even trying to approach any of the living few he had seen in his travels across the city but then the other part would immediately remind him of the brutality he had also seen enacted by his fellow human beings. Definitely safest to stay alone until he was sure he wasn't teaming up with an axe murderer or something.

"Why are we here? Looks like the place has already been tossed."

Voices down the stairwell had Henry reaching for his sabre, a replica of a Napoleonic-era cavalry blade he had 'borrowed' from the museum for lack of anything better at the time. He crawled to the edge of the stairwell to hear better and sure enough there was what sounded like two people coming up; it was difficult to tell with their footfalls echoing in the otherwise silent city.

"Never know when someone's missed something, 'specially as a place like this might have infected in so others'll stay away."

They were definitely coming up to his floor, the one which had all the staff areas, and Henry made a split second choice to grab his few belongings and creep as quietly as he could towards a fire exit at the far end of the floor. He paused at the door, hearing the noises on the stairwell stop, and a voice question something. Then there were warning shouts and a gun went off.

Great, bring more of them running why don't you?

He shoved the door open and started running, all attempts at secrecy thrown to the wind as he tried to get as far away as possible from the hotspot the morons downstairs had created.

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"Too...warm..."

Julius stopped to lean against the thick trunk of a tree, brushing low lying vines out of his face. The air was thick and cloying and he was already sodden in sweat, the only relief coming from his small canteen which he had recently enchanted to keep its contents cool. There were plenty of water sources here but the water was always horribly warm and tasted foetid; the water from rainfall tasted much purer and the canteen helped keep his temperature down but despite that he was still incredibly uncomfortable.

What was meant to have been a short cut, and also a rare chance to find some slightly rarer commodities for his endless tinkering (he had had a thought about harvesting some herbs an alchemist had mentioned to him a few years ago and applying engineering and enchanting practices to the mix as an experiment) had turned out to be a week long trek through an apparently endless jungle. Every morning he would climb to the top of a tree, using the scythe in his backpack, and try and look for the end of this maze but the low mists that always shrouded the place in the cooler dawn limited his length of vision considerably.

Thankfully the sun was his guide and he could make progress comfortable in the knowledge he was at least going in the right direction. He'd made that mistake once or twice before.

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I'm currently on my way home, after dinner duty I shall begin posting!

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Name: Henry Charlton
Age: 26
Gender: Male

Looks:


Sexuality: Heterosexual (bi-romantic)

Personality:
Chilled to the point of appearing unresponsive, nothing appears to fluster or stress Henry. Nor does he get excited or worked up about anything much which might lead some to assume he is devoid of emotion. The truth of the matter is that he feels everything shallowly, as if from a distance or as if it were happening to another, and he thus has time to examine and understand his feelings; albeit with a facade that seems false and slow at times.

His neutral expression is a mild smile and there is no wrath or danger in his eyes. At his best he is empathetic and warm, especially with those younger than him or he feels responsible for; even in his worst moods he is not a violent person and would rather avoid conflict than further it.

Bio: Henry followed a fairly normal life in southern England, enjoying good academic grades in a Grammar School which also prided itself on its sports achievements. His education was varied but Henry excelled in subjects such as History, Religious Studies and the knowledge-based sciences of Biology and Chemistry. Lacking a stocky build or significant height, Henry was unable to make much impact on the rugby field (his school's most prestigious sport) and turned to others like Badminton and Hockey.

With his high achievements he was able to attend Exeter University (for personal reasons he chose not to attend Oxford or Cambridge) and studied History and then gained a teaching degree the year after he graduated.

In the end, Henry ended up in Amsterdam on a school trip to visit various historical sites around the city during the initial outbreak. His group were in a museum at the time and were trapped in a single exhibit for the Napoleonic Wars. Henry made it out in an attempt to find help but quickly returned when he realised the extent of the situation; his young charges were nowhere to be found.

Past Occupation: History Teacher (High School/Secondary)

Weapons: A replica of a cavalry sabre (circa 1800) newly whetted from the Amsterdam Museum and matching sheath (plain red leather). Henry may not be great with this but his fencing lessons from university are still fresh enough in his mind and body to be useful, especially against unarmed opponents.

Inventory: A few cans of tinned food, a portable gas cooker (nicknamed 'Pocket Rocket' - it's about half a foot in length and fits onto a gas canister, unfolding to provide a base for a small pan to sit on), a travel tube of shower gel, a 2l bottle of water and a collapsible funnel (to filter water into the canteen he also carries).

Other: The children from his school trip are definitely gone but the trainee teacher (Rhiannon Jones) was nowhere to be found and is never far from Henry's thoughts.

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Name: Julius Ragnulf
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Image linked to source.

Class: Gear Enchanter (from quiz - I can redo if necessary!)

Weapons: Enchanted scythe (entirely metal and collapses into an easily carriable box the length of one's forearm and about a foot in width and depth). Cogs at the joint between the blade and the main shaft allow the scythe to retract easily and the pole itself collapses in half when required by the user (also allows it to be used with half the length/reach when collapsed). The blade is enchanted so that it cuts what the user wishes to cut - the blade is both dull and exception keen as required.

Stats: 55% Strength, 17% Bloodlust, 32% Intelligence, 37% Spirit, 27% Vitality and 22% Agility!

Backstory: Julius is/was an apprentice to an accomplished Gear Enchanter, he's still not really sure whether he's banished or whether he's been sent away to learn a really difficult lesson; he's always had issues understanding the machinations of his Master. Currently he is wandering across the world, perfecting his skills (also known as tinkering on his scythe) and trying to work out what his Master meant by "Get out of here and don't you dare come back without learning why we do what we do!"

For Julius there can not be a clear cut answer to that question. His family died before he could begin to remember them, shadows against a light background with no faces to recognised them by. The village threw him in with the other orphans of the numerous plagues that ravaged their community, large due to their understanding of medicine being rudimentary at best and downright unhelpful at worst. He grew up fighting for his own survival, the orphanage more of a gauntlet of violence and isolationism than a place of support and care.

As it turned out, he was a keen study and good with his hands and the blacksmith took him on as an apprentice. He was good with minute details and passable at the bigger scale things but rather than build up the muscle and stamina needed for the craft he found ways to make do or take the strain off of himself; the blacksmith dislike this and believed him to be dishonouring the craft. A traveller, come to the village for materials, took a different view and offered the young Julius (barely aged thirteen at the time) a position as his apprentice.

Eight years on, Julius is an accomplished fighter (although he dislikes bloodshed) and has begun to perfect his talent for detailed engineering and craftsmanship while advancing into the world of enchanting although he is still quite a novice here; most of his efforts have gone into tinkering with his beloved scythe. No one else could use it and it obeys his every whim through the enchants upon it but he has little to no other creations to his name besides a monocle that can focus on far away objects (hardly original).

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Name: Henry Charlton
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Looks:


Sexuality: Heterosexual (bi-romantic)

Personality:
Chilled to the point of appearing unresponsive, nothing appears to fluster or stress Henry. Nor does he get excited or worked up about anything much which might lead some to assume he is devoid of emotion. The truth of the matter is that he feels everything shallowly, as if from a distance or as if it were happening to another, and he thus has time to examine and understand his feelings; albeit with a facade that seems false and slow at times.

His neutral expression is a mild smile and there is no wrath or danger in his eyes. At his best he is empathetic and warm, especially with those younger than him or he feels responsible for; even in his worst moods he is not a violent person and would rather avoid conflict than further it.

Bio: Henry followed a fairly normal life in southern England, enjoying good academic grades in a Grammar School which also prided itself on its sports achievements. His education was varied but Henry excelled in subjects such as History, Religious Studies and the knowledge-based sciences of Biology and Chemistry. Lacking a stocky build or significant height, Henry was unable to make much impact on the rugby field (his school's most prestigious sport) and turned to others like Badminton and Hockey.

With his high achievements he was able to attend Exeter University (for personal reasons he chose not to attend Oxford or Cambridge) and studied History and then gained a teaching degree the year after he graduated.

In the end, Henry ended up in Amsterdam on a school trip to visit various historical sites around the city during the initial outbreak. His group were in a museum at the time and were trapped in a single exhibit for the Napoleonic Wars. Henry made it out in an attempt to find help but quickly returned when he realised the extent of the situation; his young charges were nowhere to be found.

Past Occupation: History Teacher (High School/Secondary)

Weapons: A replica of a cavalry sabre (circa 1800) newly whetted from the Amsterdam Museum and matching sheath (plain red leather). Henry may not be great with this but his fencing lessons from university are still fresh enough in his mind and body to be useful, especially against unarmed opponents.

Inventory: A few cans of tinned food, a portable gas cooker (nicknamed 'Pocket Rocket' - it's about half a foot in length and fits onto a gas canister, unfolding to provide a base for a small pan to sit on), a travel tube of shower gel, a 2l bottle of water and a collapsible funnel (to filter water into the canteen he also carries).

Other: The children from his school trip are definitely gone but the trainee teacher (Rhiannon Jones) was nowhere to be found and is never far from Henry's thoughts.

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The first posts are to be just introduction posts, am I right in thinking so?

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Just stopping by to let you know I'm still in! It's evening here so I'll get a sheet up tomorrow!

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I've not done a zombie RP yet but this sounds like fun, I'll jump in if possible!