Yay for interests! Shelton is in the middle of an icepocalypse, and so I will have to get him officially on board in a few days. He's set to hopefully have power back by like next week.
As far as the walking dead goes, every single human on earth is infected with a disease (as a biology major I'm basically forced to explain evolutionary microbiology to you guys). It seems to me that the virus in the show is a defense mechanism of the human race as a whole, an evolutionary trait that has developed over the last several hundred (perhaps even thousand) years in response to the fact that humans are the leading killer of humans. There is a vast overpopulation of Homo sapiens sapiens on earth, and with overpopulation eventually comes an ecological fallout, due to lack of resources (anything from the air we breathe to the food we eat, to even clean water). So, our bodies begin to open up to host new diseases, culling out those who aren't particularly strong enough to fight off such. This is where patient x comes from, in this case. It has never been explained exactly where or how this person came about.
For all we know, it was some old fart that died, and suddenly the virus was evident. It appears (which really isn't as realistic as I would like) that the virus flipped on like a light. We know that it is happening all over the world (in TS-19, it was mentioned that the Paris CDC was the first of the Government Agencies to fall, and it struck fear in all of the scientists, who then began panicking, and several committed suicide, realizing there was no way out.
It appears that some people are simply resistant to the virus (like the survivors) but as with a lot of different pathogens and bacterium on our skin (staph, MSRA, etc.), the strain that is punctured through the skin is a lot more prevalent, robust, and quick evolving than the slow incubating virus inside of us. The virus inside of us uses us as a vector, of sorts. When our body dies, that's when the virus takes over, standing us up and using us as a sort of vehicle. It walks us around and because it takes control of only the Cerebellum (balance, motor skills, and coordination), and the spinal chord (chewing, swallowing, and parts of the pharynx), we come back as dead, but very slowly decaying corpses. Due to the lack of body heat, and the lack of blood flow, and natural body decay, our bodies go into a sort of slow burning rot, that can last for months (and in some cases, due to winters, maybe years).
There are three ways that someone can come back as a walker (that we know of - I'm still iffy about people getting blood into wounds). Those things are: a bite (as stated above, saliva vs blood...two different strains), dying of natural causes (or really any causes that don't destroy the cerebellum), and scratches (for some reason, their blood mixing with ours deliberately seems to cause us to turn).
I don't expect you to have a grasp on all of this, really. I just used what I know to explain it. However, I expect that if you're going to make walkers, or if you're going to throw a character into a situation, be realistic. The Walking Dead created zombies very similar to the Max Brooks zombies (the BOOK World War Z and the Zombie Survival Guide). They are slow, but they are incredibly strong. They do not feel pain. So, they do not feel fatigue. This means that while me and you can't grab someone with our fingers and crush their skull, a walker might be able to, due to the lack of muscle strain.
If you remember (or have seen it), Dale was eviscerated in season 2 by a walker. It seemed easy because it was. Where I'm going with this is, your character would have a lot of trouble fighting off a thousand hands if he was in the middle of a herd of walkers. It only takes one to get a good hold on him, and he's done. So, be realistic.
Now that I have ranted, and probably made my Shelton proud of me lol I will leave you guys to it.
If you want an OOC, right now, I can post one sometime tomorrow. If you want to wait a bit longer, we can. :)
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I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
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Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
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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.
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So, I've done this a few times, and this time I would like a completely collaborative RP. What this means is that everyone has a say in plot, location, and everything but the rules.
Those will be up to me and Captain Shelton.
I'm looking for those who have RP'd with me before to come and add their brilliance, show interest, and new people are more than welcome to show interest :)
It's true casual. All the rules of the show exist. I would like for the RP to be set in the south. Other than that, throw out ideas.
As long as you understand the lore of season 5, and you understand how Supernatural as a whole works, then you are fine. As far as your character, I'm fine with that. Watch his powers, and be as realistic as Supernatural could be, and you're fine there too.
As far as where we are. We are at Hammer of the Gods, which is the episode where Lucifer kills a bunch of pagan gods.
We are re-opening the RP, due to new interest.
Name: AnnaBeth Donovan
Species: Liln (Half Hell Angel Fledgling/Half Human)
Age: 21 (Spirit is as old as Lilith)
Appearance:
**Relation to characters**:
She was nothing more than a terrified college student who was in the wrong place at the wrong time when a demon decided to come for her, and use her to break the seals of hell. When he failed to kill her, he made quick work of anyone and everyone she knew. That's when she met Sam and Dean Winchester.
Against Dean's better judgement and complaints, they took her in and gave her security. Since she's been with them, all hell has broken loose, quite literally.
She and Sam have grown close, bonding over the "demon" blood that courses through both of their veins. A random shot in the dark chance, caused by Gabriel himself has left AnnaBeth pregnant with a baby that will surely be a target for the demons and angels during this war against heaven. The baby will be powerful, and is growing rapidly inside her. The baby is Sam Winchester's child.
Bio:
AnnaBeth grew up quite simply, or so she thought. She was raised on a farm, away from all other beings her parents could keep her from. They tried methods and methods to cleanse the demon from her, even blaming her for killing her little sister (who actually died at the hands of a demon bounty hunter). They tried bleeding the demon out of her, bathing her in holy water, anything they could find in a book, but to no avail. Their child was different.
So, they locked her up, giving her books and homeschooling materials through a crack small enough for a roach to fit through. She had a tiny bathroom, supplies that she asked for, and enough food to keep her alive, until the day she left for college.
That's where she met her boyfriend, Chaos. He was everything she had ever dreamed of in a man. He thought her white eyes were beautiful, and her normal violet ones even more gorgeous. When she was aroused, and accidentally burned him, he became turned on even more, clinging to everything she said or did with so much excitement that the day he died is still the worst day of her life.
A demon came for her, planning to use her half blood (She's the product of Lucifer and a human female) to help break the seals, somehow. He failed, panicked, because of his own stupidity and attempted to clean up the area. What he succeeded in, however, was pissing her off. He burnt down three dorm buildings. One of those, her boyfriends. He died inside, and she was lost.
Sam and Dean found her in the hospital, banged up but alright. The 'demon' inside her fighting and tearing at her flesh every time she closed her eyes. She would dream of hellhounds, and they would actually tear her apart on the outside, not understanding that she was much more powerful than any of their masters. She was more powerful than the main keeper of the beasts, Crowley. She grew some control over it, and her relationship with Dean improved…hell…it grew stronger than any other relationship…besides Mika.
When Mika joined up with the boys, AnnaBeth clung to her like static, finding comfort in another female giving her advice.
Now, things have grown complicated, as there is a baby on the way, and the apocalypse looms closer and closer every day. The baby is growing rapidly, looking to having a gestation period of less than two months.
**Appearance:**
Medium red hair and green eyes. She wears mostly sundresses, as they are easy to move in, and easier to pack (She's used to moving around a lot). She also wears a tattered pair of Dr. Martens, and wears no makeup at all, other than mascara.
**Weapons:**
**Herself** - Obviously the most powerful weapon. She has the power of telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and although she doesn't know it yet, most of the powers of angels, including healing, and teleporting. However, she's banned from heaven, due to her relation to Lucifer.
**Angel blade** - Castiel made sure to tuck it into her bag, terrified that she would actually be murdered by Lucifer. However, it's become quite obvious that Lucifer loves her, and wants to protect her with everything he's got...
I'm still here btw. I lost my home, and I've been moving and trying to get my life back in order. So, I've been absent, and I apologize. I would like to continue, if you'll have me.
I'm going to wait to post until Shelton gets home tomorrow night (hopefully). My characters actions kind of depend on him, anyways.
So, I made my second post just now. It's more backstory than anything, while I wait for Shelton to return on Thursday. Since my charcters are alone, it shouldn't make a TON of difference, if I'm away.
About a week ago
“What’s wrong with you?”, Harley asked, her eyes narrowed as Hank drew closer to her. Blood dribbled from his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot and whitened, and he staggered and snarled across the room. Taking in more of his state, Harley’s breathing picked up, “Hey, dude…Stay back. Hank! Stay back!”
As she cried out to him, he seemed to snarl louder, and to stagger a bit faster, reaching out toward her. His fingers touched her white shirt, smearing blood across them, and for the first time, it became evident he was really hurt. His reaching caused the wound on his neck to spurt blood all over the sterile floor, and Harley’s shoes.
“HANK! Please…just…go back to your room! NO!”, she cried out as more of the blood spurted over her shirt and his mouth drew close to her throat. A gunshot rang out, causing her to scream and cover her ears. Cold liquid splattered her face and neck, and with a loud ‘thud’ Hank fell to the floor, “NO! Hank…no…”
Ignoring her sobs, Hayden’s hand wrapped around her bandaged wrist, and dragged her toward him. She fought, grabbing at Hank’s bloody shirt, unable to even form coherent words.
“Get off of me! How could you?! N-no…”, she sobbed once more, only to be ripped from the floor and into Hayden’s chest, her nose pressing into his uniform.
“We have to go.”, he whispered, running his fingers through her hair, “Harley…we have to get out of here. They’re killing everyone.”
“Wh-who is killing them?”
“The sick ones. Hank…I watched him get his throat ripped out. He…I can’t explain how he walked away but he was going to kill you. Do you understand that?”, Hayden stuttered.
“No. He would never…”
“He’s sick! He was…infected with something. It’s like rabies or something.”, Hayden attempted to explain, as he stepped back from her, his hand still wrapped around her waist, and stared out the window of the room. Once a couple of the infected had walked past, Hayden took a deep breath and dragged Harley out the door, her eyes not leaving Hank until she could no longer see his body.
Present Day
Once again being shaken from her thoughts, Harley shook her head and stared at Hayden’s face.
“Sound good?”, he asked, as they approached the main building of the lodge. The lights were off, and the building looked pretty deserted. There were no infected folks to be seen around, which was odd, but they began staring into the windows carefully.
“I don’t know if I want to do this. I mean…can’t we just go see if any of the cabins are empty?”, Harley whispered, as Hayden plastered his face against yet another window, staring inside at the emptiness.
“No. If the owners are here, they might have food or something. They might let us stay.”, he explained, shaking his head. As they reached the door, Hayden placed his hand on the knob and began to turn it slowly, not exactly sure what to expect on the other side…
(I’m leaving this off here for Shelton, when he returns)
“What’s wrong with you?”, Harley asked, her eyes narrowed as Hank drew closer to her. Blood dribbled from his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot and whitened, and he staggered and snarled across the room. Taking in more of his state, Harley’s breathing picked up, “Hey, dude…Stay back. Hank! Stay back!”
As she cried out to him, he seemed to snarl louder, and to stagger a bit faster, reaching out toward her. His fingers touched her white shirt, smearing blood across them, and for the first time, it became evident he was really hurt. His reaching caused the wound on his neck to spurt blood all over the sterile floor, and Harley’s shoes.
“HANK! Please…just…go back to your room! NO!”, she cried out as more of the blood spurted over her shirt and his mouth drew close to her throat. A gunshot rang out, causing her to scream and cover her ears. Cold liquid splattered her face and neck, and with a loud ‘thud’ Hank fell to the floor, “NO! Hank…no…”
Ignoring her sobs, Hayden’s hand wrapped around her bandaged wrist, and dragged her toward him. She fought, grabbing at Hank’s bloody shirt, unable to even form coherent words.
“Get off of me! How could you?! N-no…”, she sobbed once more, only to be ripped from the floor and into Hayden’s chest, her nose pressing into his uniform.
“We have to go.”, he whispered, running his fingers through her hair, “Harley…we have to get out of here. They’re killing everyone.”
“Wh-who is killing them?”
“The sick ones. Hank…I watched him get his throat ripped out. He…I can’t explain how he walked away but he was going to kill you. Do you understand that?”, Hayden stuttered.
“No. He would never…”
“He’s sick! He was…infected with something. It’s like rabies or something.”, Hayden attempted to explain, as he stepped back from her, his hand still wrapped around her waist, and stared out the window of the room. Once a couple of the infected had walked past, Hayden took a deep breath and dragged Harley out the door, her eyes not leaving Hank until she could no longer see his body.
Present Day
Once again being shaken from her thoughts, Harley shook her head and stared at Hayden’s face.
“Sound good?”, he asked, as they approached the main building of the lodge. The lights were off, and the building looked pretty deserted. There were no infected folks to be seen around, which was odd, but they began staring into the windows carefully.
“I don’t know if I want to do this. I mean…can’t we just go see if any of the cabins are empty?”, Harley whispered, as Hayden plastered his face against yet another window, staring inside at the emptiness.
“No. If the owners are here, they might have food or something. They might let us stay.”, he explained, shaking his head. As they reached the door, Hayden placed his hand on the knob and began to turn it slowly, not exactly sure what to expect on the other side…
(I’m leaving this off here for Shelton, when he returns)
I'm about to make another post for my two characters, moving them closer to the lodge/inside the lodge to deal with the folks in there. I had a wreck last night and I'm pretty sore and frustrated, but yay for still having my fingers and arms to type! lol
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