It's fine for more than one person to have the same problem. Absolutely!
And everyone is accepted. Just please make sure you keep your posts very literate (little to no spelling errors and at least a paragraph...one liners will be warned once and then kicked for second offences). I'm accepting without a writing sample, because I believe in giving people a chance. Don't let me down.
Working on the IC right now.
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Yay we're back up!
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Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Bio
Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
Current Favorite Song
Literal Loves Of My Life
Love Yourself First
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Appearance : 
Name : Shanelle (Shan) Horner
Age : 17
Skill : She's a five time nation champion archer, but has some issues carrying a bow, due to her disability. She's also well educated in Biology and Zoology and knows much about the local flora and fauna.
Weapon (up three): A recurve bow (because it's the only thing she could reasonably carry on her back) with six arrows, a small folding buck knife, and a .380 semi automatic Sig Sauer pistol that she randomly found along the way (no ammo).
Personality : Shan is a very dry and slightly callous person, at times. She's actually very sweet and nervous around people she doesn't know. However, she's realistic about the fact that there aren't many good people left, in this world. There's not much hope of surviving, if she lets people get too close. So, she takes herself, and steps away from all attachments, other than Ryder.
Brief Bio : Shan is very sick, and has been for a while. When the outbreak first started, she was in the hospital, her lungs fully collapsed and her body relying on treatments to stay alive. Now, she scavenges what she can from medical supply stores and (God forbid) hospitals, rationing her oxygen as much as possible, to try and hold on just a little longer. Isn't that what everyone else is trying to do? She carries an oxygen tank in her backpack, along with her weapons and water bottles. It's about half full, after Ryder found it completely empty in a small dialysis center on their way.
Who knows what will happen once her breath is gone. She could die, or she could fight a little harder, and hopefully survive one slow death, only to meet another.
Appearance:
Name: Ryder Answell
Age: 18
Skill: Running. He can run faster than anyone he's ever known, and can slip in and out of places unseen.
Weapons: A Remington 870 12 gauge shotgun (with a complete box of shells in a backpack), a Gerber Jr. Machete, and a flare gun.
Personality: The most caring and honest person you'll ever meet. Ryder cares for others more than himself, most of the time, risking his own ass to make sure they stay alive, if only for company. His only flaw is his willingness to sacrifice those he doesn't know…for those he loves.
Brief Bio: Ryder went through the first leg of the apocalypse locked in a tiny hospital room. He survived (barely) a severe car crash, that killed his parents, and left him with only a fracture in his ankle, which still gives him fits, today. He tore his oxygen mask off of his face, removed his I.V. and made his escape from his own room, only to find himself cornered, and backed into another room. This is where he met Shan. She wasn't going to survive. She was hooked up to more machines than he had ever seen, and there was no way to take these machines out onto the roof, where they were escaping to. She gave him a reason to fight hard, and fight he did. He unhooked her, and carried her out onto the roof, where he left her to go find supplies. The dead were everywhere, and even though he had joked about wishing for the zombie apocalypse…this wasn't what he had in mind. He ran, with speed, all the way through the hospital stairwell, around the scratching and moaning of the dead, and into the central supply. That run, which initially kept Shan alive, solidified a relationship that will last until their last days on this earth.
Name : Shanelle (Shan) Horner
Age : 17
Skill : She's a five time nation champion archer, but has some issues carrying a bow, due to her disability. She's also well educated in Biology and Zoology and knows much about the local flora and fauna.
Weapon (up three): A recurve bow (because it's the only thing she could reasonably carry on her back) with six arrows, a small folding buck knife, and a .380 semi automatic Sig Sauer pistol that she randomly found along the way (no ammo).
Personality : Shan is a very dry and slightly callous person, at times. She's actually very sweet and nervous around people she doesn't know. However, she's realistic about the fact that there aren't many good people left, in this world. There's not much hope of surviving, if she lets people get too close. So, she takes herself, and steps away from all attachments, other than Ryder.
Brief Bio : Shan is very sick, and has been for a while. When the outbreak first started, she was in the hospital, her lungs fully collapsed and her body relying on treatments to stay alive. Now, she scavenges what she can from medical supply stores and (God forbid) hospitals, rationing her oxygen as much as possible, to try and hold on just a little longer. Isn't that what everyone else is trying to do? She carries an oxygen tank in her backpack, along with her weapons and water bottles. It's about half full, after Ryder found it completely empty in a small dialysis center on their way.
Who knows what will happen once her breath is gone. She could die, or she could fight a little harder, and hopefully survive one slow death, only to meet another.
Appearance:
Name: Ryder Answell
Age: 18
Skill: Running. He can run faster than anyone he's ever known, and can slip in and out of places unseen.
Weapons: A Remington 870 12 gauge shotgun (with a complete box of shells in a backpack), a Gerber Jr. Machete, and a flare gun.
Personality: The most caring and honest person you'll ever meet. Ryder cares for others more than himself, most of the time, risking his own ass to make sure they stay alive, if only for company. His only flaw is his willingness to sacrifice those he doesn't know…for those he loves.
Brief Bio: Ryder went through the first leg of the apocalypse locked in a tiny hospital room. He survived (barely) a severe car crash, that killed his parents, and left him with only a fracture in his ankle, which still gives him fits, today. He tore his oxygen mask off of his face, removed his I.V. and made his escape from his own room, only to find himself cornered, and backed into another room. This is where he met Shan. She wasn't going to survive. She was hooked up to more machines than he had ever seen, and there was no way to take these machines out onto the roof, where they were escaping to. She gave him a reason to fight hard, and fight he did. He unhooked her, and carried her out onto the roof, where he left her to go find supplies. The dead were everywhere, and even though he had joked about wishing for the zombie apocalypse…this wasn't what he had in mind. He ran, with speed, all the way through the hospital stairwell, around the scratching and moaning of the dead, and into the central supply. That run, which initially kept Shan alive, solidified a relationship that will last until their last days on this earth.
OutlawedPanda said
Did you put a CS up already? If so, then I'm terribly non-vigilant. If you haven't, disregard that. (Btw, I can accept if you want)
Still finishing both of them up :)
I hope you guys don't absolutely tear me apart because of my character. She's a little off the beaten path for the Walking Dead, but I have a plan for her. Just trust me :)
So everyone is accepted, as of right now. :) Make sure to read over everyone's character sheets, so that you understand them very well. I've kind of already set my character up for a relationship, and I think it's kind of cute to have the others hang out with the two of mine, knowing that something is blossoming.
I'm excited. I didn't expect this sort of turn out :) I will make up an IC tomorrow.
I'm excited. I didn't expect this sort of turn out :) I will make up an IC tomorrow.
I have a question about something I was wanting to write in. Who do I need to PM?
Sure. Come on over :) And I love your signature, btw :D
Sure. Come over to the OOC :)
Name: Ryland Morris
Age: 19
Appearance:
This rests inside/under her nose, unfortunately:
Nickname: Ry
Scars: Self harm scars line her left wrist, and the bend of her elbow is heavily scarred from blood tests and IV's.
Tattoos: none
Outfit: She's wearing a white and pink sundress with frills peeking out of the bottom. Her feet are adorned in Dr. Marten combat boots (white) and she's wearing a 'too large' hoodie to cover her sensitive skin from the air conditioning and sun (if she ventures outside). Because of her condition, she's also carrying a small bag, which doubles as a purse and an oxygen transporter.
Problem/Addiction: Cancer (in remission - former stage three brain, which spread to her lungs and kidneys).
Biography: Ryland came to this town after her family was forced to leave their 'riches' behind and move closer to the cancer treatment center she was a patient at. The doctors worked hard to cure whatever it was that was eating away at her brain, but it had quickly spread to her lungs and kidneys, and for a while, they feared that it had spread to her bones. After a good bill of health, Ryland fell into remission, her lungs scarred and one kidney missing. She holds scars of someone much older and wiser than herself, and holds great pride in her life, now that the darker days are over. Her hair has grown back to a normal length, and although she's forced to wear an ugly ass mask on her face, she finally feels beautiful and healthy, like a normal girl. However, her doctor referred her to Miller Valley Counseling, to connect with others, in hopes that she can help them appreciate their life a little better, if nothing else.
Name: Adam Baker
Age: 17
Appearance:
Nickname: Sugar (by the guys at his school that are of his status)
Scars: Only ones that can't really be seen anymore from his childhood.
Tattoos: none
Outfit: Most of the time he's in a simple black t-shirt, a pair of worn but expensive jeans, converse sneakers, and sometimes a blue slouch beanie. He wears a leather jacket over his tshirt during the colder months, or when the counselors decide to turn the air down to 'freeze your balls off'.
Problem/Addiction: Clinical Depression (according to the doctors)
Biography: Adam's one of the rich kids. His family is the wealthiest family in Miller Valley, and always have been, since it's founders day. Because of this, he has certain expectations all around, that he's supposed to live up to. He's supposed to be regarded, and pristine. He's supposed to hold his head high, and shame those that are beneath him. However, when he started high school, he began to sympathize with those he was supposed to be shaming, so hard. He began to see the good in some of them, outside of the fact that they had nothing, and according to the town, were nothing. After a while of hanging out with the 'low life' crowd at his school, his mother and father had him checked out by a doctor, who, possibly under the tension of his parents, diagnosed him with clinical depression. He's here at the center on orders from the doctor, and on advisement of his school counsellor, who agreed with his parents on every aspect of his life; and agreed he was throwing it away on people who would never matter...
Age: 19
Appearance:
This rests inside/under her nose, unfortunately:
Nickname: Ry
Scars: Self harm scars line her left wrist, and the bend of her elbow is heavily scarred from blood tests and IV's.
Tattoos: none
Outfit: She's wearing a white and pink sundress with frills peeking out of the bottom. Her feet are adorned in Dr. Marten combat boots (white) and she's wearing a 'too large' hoodie to cover her sensitive skin from the air conditioning and sun (if she ventures outside). Because of her condition, she's also carrying a small bag, which doubles as a purse and an oxygen transporter.
Problem/Addiction: Cancer (in remission - former stage three brain, which spread to her lungs and kidneys).
Biography: Ryland came to this town after her family was forced to leave their 'riches' behind and move closer to the cancer treatment center she was a patient at. The doctors worked hard to cure whatever it was that was eating away at her brain, but it had quickly spread to her lungs and kidneys, and for a while, they feared that it had spread to her bones. After a good bill of health, Ryland fell into remission, her lungs scarred and one kidney missing. She holds scars of someone much older and wiser than herself, and holds great pride in her life, now that the darker days are over. Her hair has grown back to a normal length, and although she's forced to wear an ugly ass mask on her face, she finally feels beautiful and healthy, like a normal girl. However, her doctor referred her to Miller Valley Counseling, to connect with others, in hopes that she can help them appreciate their life a little better, if nothing else.
Name: Adam Baker
Age: 17
Appearance:
Nickname: Sugar (by the guys at his school that are of his status)
Scars: Only ones that can't really be seen anymore from his childhood.
Tattoos: none
Outfit: Most of the time he's in a simple black t-shirt, a pair of worn but expensive jeans, converse sneakers, and sometimes a blue slouch beanie. He wears a leather jacket over his tshirt during the colder months, or when the counselors decide to turn the air down to 'freeze your balls off'.
Problem/Addiction: Clinical Depression (according to the doctors)
Biography: Adam's one of the rich kids. His family is the wealthiest family in Miller Valley, and always have been, since it's founders day. Because of this, he has certain expectations all around, that he's supposed to live up to. He's supposed to be regarded, and pristine. He's supposed to hold his head high, and shame those that are beneath him. However, when he started high school, he began to sympathize with those he was supposed to be shaming, so hard. He began to see the good in some of them, outside of the fact that they had nothing, and according to the town, were nothing. After a while of hanging out with the 'low life' crowd at his school, his mother and father had him checked out by a doctor, who, possibly under the tension of his parents, diagnosed him with clinical depression. He's here at the center on orders from the doctor, and on advisement of his school counsellor, who agreed with his parents on every aspect of his life; and agreed he was throwing it away on people who would never matter...
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