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The Walking Dead : What's Left

I have a show tonight. I will be home at around 11 pm CDT

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Captain Shelton said
Room for one more? ;)Name: Victor "Vic" HammersteinAge: 25Gender: maleRace: CaucasianAppearance: 6'2, lean and muscled build with a tattoo of a dragon coiled around his right arm.Clothing: hiking boots, jeans, black t-shirt, OD green soft shell jacket, black tactical gloves, Oakley sunglassesEquipment: MOLLE war belt (with x4 rifle mag pouches, x2 pistol mag pouches, Medical pouch, dump pouch) Drop leg holster,Tan backpack (with food, change of clothes, hydration bladder and weapons cleaning kit)Weapons: AR-15 (with ACOG scope, sling, foregrip, flashlight) Glock 19 (with night sights)Bio/Background: Victor grew up in a poorer neighborhood in Memphis, TN and like one might expect, was exposed to violence and crime at a very young age. His mother died when he was still a toddler and with only his father's rough, firm guidance he found himself forced to mature relatively fast. He was in numerous fights throughout his youth but managed to stay away from any criminal activity and graduate high school with decent grades. Sharp as a tack but too poor to afford college, Victor enlisted in the US Army as a Cavalry Scout and did two tours of duty in Afghanistan where he found himself in several highly kinetic areas of operation. Shortly after his discharge from the military, his father passed away. Victor, unable to settle into life as "Just another guy" sought employment with several Private Security Companies and worked on several contracts in the Middle East where he again saw heavy fighting and was surrounded by violence on a near daily basis. As the years wore on, Victor came to enjoy the excitement and thrill of the violence, becoming increasingly aggressive and sadistic with each new job to the point he was fired after an incident involving several civilian deaths and injuries. Though there wasn't enough evidence (or oversight) for him to get into legal trouble, he was sent home to the states with little hope of returning to a combat zone any time soon. Forlorn, he moved a short distance away to Jonesboro, Arkansas and went on a bender for a few days. A short time before the outbreak, a wealthy family, the Calloways, hired him and a few other veteran Contractors as personal security for their mansion. A short time into the disaster, the mansion was overrun by the walking dead and Victor, in a fit of rage after an argument with Mr. Calloway, shot and killed his employer and escaped with a decent chunk of the family's supplies, slipping out in the chaos and leaving them and his coworkers to die. Since then, he has lived nomadically, scavenging or taking what he needs or wants and enjoying the total anarchy of the apocalypse.Pre-Apocalypse: Private Security Contractor

Of course there's room, and I have already told you on Chatzy, but I love :)

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Vantas said
Sorry for taking so long to make this lmao i fell asleep while i was writing it out

Accepted :) I'm sorry I missed it.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Travis' head was spinning as so much shit went on around him. He wasn't built for this kind of stress. He wasn't built to save lives and fight…whatever those things were. As the russian walked up, rather abruptly, Travis glanced to him, a bit light headed from all the blowing at pumping. He didn't stop his pumping, only turned his head to the side a bit, confused by the man as he dipped once again and blew a huge gust of air into the girl's lungs.

"How long do you do this before you admit that a person is croaked?", he asked harshly, his breathing rapid as he straightened and continued pumping, "C'mon…"

His head snapped up once more at the cop that suddenly showed up, and he took her in. She was just what they needed. They needed guidance, and a skilled gun to protect them while they were vulnerable. They needed an advantage over some of the freaks out there.

As Travis dipped once more to blow air into Ryland's lungs, she gasped suddenly, nearly killing him as their lips locked. Her hands began flailing about, slapping at him and finally grabbing his hair to pull him away from her face.

"Whoa…hey. Stay down. Seriously, you want to stay down…", he explained, pressing her shoulders down. She didn't speak, only stared at him with wide eyes, her hands clutching at her throat, "We're working on that, sweetheart…"

Out of sheer worry for her safety, Travis turned the valve on her nearly empty tank as far as it would go, causing it to hiss loudly into her nose. With a gasp, she began to calm, her entire body shaking.

"There we go…", he whispered, pushing some of her hair out of her face. He let out a loud sigh, and sat back on his ass, his eyes finally training on the situation above them, "What the hell are you supposed to be?", he sassed at the Russian.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

I'm about to edit and make that obvious that they saw him. :)

And so far, no one is outside of Jonesboro.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Ava found herself giggling at Rhea's explanation of Hufflepuff, and although she continued to run her fingers over the small owl's neck and head. However, her attention was quickly turned to Roy as he spoke to her and her face blushed. She had never said it out loud, obviously, but every time Roy came over, she felt the need to run to her room and hide. She had only talked to him once, that she could remember, and the conversation was mostly him talking, and her staring at the ground, her face blood red.

Remington simply sniggered, closing his eyes for a second, before he punched at Roy's side, "You should really pick another cart. She's about to stroke out…", he kidded, only causing Ava to sink deeper into herself. She brought her knees up, hiding her face until David spoke out of nowhere (to her) and she smiled. He believed in Nargles! He believed in Nargles…

"Nargles are nasty little buggers…", she murmured, her lips barely visible from behind a curtain of blonde hair. She glanced nervously at Remington, and then back to David, "You wouldn't believe how many shoes I've lost…"

"Ava…", Remington corrected her, stopping what he considered nonsense. He didn't want to break her spirit. That was never his intention, but he worried about her livelihood at Hogwarts if she kept this up. Suddenly, the train began moving, and he took a deep breath, smiling politely at Ava as she deflated, "It's okay. We're on our way now."

Ava rolled her eyes, as tears threatened to form, and she watched the beast outside follow the train. At times, it seemed to be simply performing tricks for her, and at others, it seemed to be guided by the train, like a guardian. As they sped up, she simply lay her head against the glass and watched the countryside fly by, her nerves not even fluttering. She knew there would be SOMEONE at Hogwarts that would understand her, if not only an owl.

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Rowdyruff said
she's a teen and surrounded by other teens - then theres a 32 year oldshe didnt call you elderly, she called you oldanyway, any input on whether she's going to discover trouble or not?

I absolutely think she will :)

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Everybody should come on chatzy...hey hey hey...come on chatzy. I'm here. I'm posting, and I'm staying up for at least another three hours. :)

Hogwarts: We Are Now

I'm here and ACTUALLY working on a post...and I'm on Chatzy, guys.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

I'm pretty wiped out after a stressful seminar (in which I was the star speaker...eep!). I will post when I wake up in the morning. <3