Name: Maxine (can't think of a last name but I'll put it here when I figure it out)
Nickname: Max
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Appearance: Max doesn't stand very tall, being a pre-teen and all. She's a little round, as well, in her cheeks and torso. Her eyes are a grey-blue and her shoulder length hair a dirty blonde. Its strands are messy and all over the place, typically, but she does her best to keep it decent. Typically, though, it's hidden under an army green baseball cap. She wears a light blue shirt that fits too large and brown shorts. On her back is a backpack, where her Pokeballs are strapped to and her items kept.
Biography: Max was born to a family of three--Mom, Dad, and older brother. She made four. Then her little sister made five. Her mother is a Pokemon breeder and her father a gym leader with a specialty in Fire. As a result, both her and her older brother were given Fire starters when they left on their journeys as Pokemon trainers. She was given a Vulpix and now she's out and travelling Akoen, looking for Pokemon and occasionally stopping to write.
Pokemon:
Pixie the ♀Vulpix
Pixie isn't very much like Max, but they care deeply for each other. She can be a bit of a diva and is far more hard to get along with than Max.
Kidd Member
Modern Idiot
- Last Seen: 1 mo ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 2494 (0.56 / day)
- VMs: 3
-
Username history
- Kidd 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
mickilennial,
Altered Tundra
Status
Recent Statuses
4 yrs ago
☕
7 yrs ago
owo What's this?
3
likes
Bio
Yo, I'm Kidd. 30, latte enjoyer, not immune to anime girls.
Timezone: GMT +8
Most Recent Posts
Name: Vivian "V" Vanbrooke
Age: 22
Occupation: Pick pocket / con artist
Appearance/Clothing: Her round face and narrow golden brown eyes are typical of people of Eastern descent, and her dark hair falls straight, stopping just short of her chin. She uses makeup to accent her eyes: the black eyeliner is thick, the eye shadow gold, and the mascara volumizing. What little strength she has is in her toned legs--she lived a life on the run, after all. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys. She wears boots, tight pants, and a leather jacket over a tank top. She doesn't bother with a bra, as she's lacking in the breast department. However, the intimidation she was going for is easily lost to her size: she stands no taller than 5'3" and weighs in at only about 105 lbs. Other notable characteristics are the many earrings, piercings on the side of her nose and belly button, and the dragon tattoo that starts on her upper arm and extends to her back.
Equipment:
A canvas leather backpack that includes...
- Her make up (though she's running low), deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste
- Half empty water bottle
- Chewing gum
- Pocket knife
- about $100 in stolen and won cash
- Three stolen credit cards
From: She never really stayed in one place for long. Originally from the UK, and was passing through DC when the apocalypse hit.
Personality: V comes off as pretty laid back. She can be charming enough when she wants to be, but typically isn't. She can be pretty arrogant as well--not only does she think she's better than pretty much everyone else, she believes she's smarter than them, too. And while she can be cunning, she can easily underestimate others. Her strengths lie in her street smarts, charisma, and independence. On the other hand, working with others is a chore. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her. Something that frustrates her is the fact that she deals with insomnia on a night-by-night basis.
History: For most of her life, Vivian grew up on the other side of the Atlantic, in south UK. She had good, caring parents, but she always insisted on hanging out with the "wrong" types of people. She grew more and more rebellious with age. At eighteen, she became the girlfriend of an older lead singer in a metal band who had plans to move to New York to be a star. Vivian gladly went with him to get out of her stuffy boring life...only for the relationship to end on some bitter notes. (Haha, notes, like music notes? Get it?) Well, having no place to go and being too prideful to return home, Vivian started living on the streets, travelling up and down the East coast of the US. And that's what she's been doing for the last few years.
Q: What made you want to join this RP?
A: My other RPs are a bit slow, and the zombie apocalypse RP I'm already in seems to be dying.
Q: What do you plan on doing with this character in this RP?
A: Having an antagonist sort of character--someone to poke at the characters and get some interactions going.
Q: Are you going to be a loner or be in a group?
A: I'd like Vivian to eventually be in a group. Not sure how well other characters will end up trusting her, though, haha. Maybe an injury or something will help others take pity on her.
Q: What are your thoughts on the other player characters in the RP?
A: Serge seems cool and well rounded. Ame seems like a badass. Ken's a prick, which is great. Cat is best avoided, haha, which means probably Dog too even though she seems friendly.
Age: 22
Occupation: Pick pocket / con artist
Appearance/Clothing: Her round face and narrow golden brown eyes are typical of people of Eastern descent, and her dark hair falls straight, stopping just short of her chin. She uses makeup to accent her eyes: the black eyeliner is thick, the eye shadow gold, and the mascara volumizing. What little strength she has is in her toned legs--she lived a life on the run, after all. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys. She wears boots, tight pants, and a leather jacket over a tank top. She doesn't bother with a bra, as she's lacking in the breast department. However, the intimidation she was going for is easily lost to her size: she stands no taller than 5'3" and weighs in at only about 105 lbs. Other notable characteristics are the many earrings, piercings on the side of her nose and belly button, and the dragon tattoo that starts on her upper arm and extends to her back.
Equipment:
A canvas leather backpack that includes...
- Her make up (though she's running low), deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste
- Half empty water bottle
- Chewing gum
- Pocket knife
- about $100 in stolen and won cash
- Three stolen credit cards
From: She never really stayed in one place for long. Originally from the UK, and was passing through DC when the apocalypse hit.
Personality: V comes off as pretty laid back. She can be charming enough when she wants to be, but typically isn't. She can be pretty arrogant as well--not only does she think she's better than pretty much everyone else, she believes she's smarter than them, too. And while she can be cunning, she can easily underestimate others. Her strengths lie in her street smarts, charisma, and independence. On the other hand, working with others is a chore. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her. Something that frustrates her is the fact that she deals with insomnia on a night-by-night basis.
History: For most of her life, Vivian grew up on the other side of the Atlantic, in south UK. She had good, caring parents, but she always insisted on hanging out with the "wrong" types of people. She grew more and more rebellious with age. At eighteen, she became the girlfriend of an older lead singer in a metal band who had plans to move to New York to be a star. Vivian gladly went with him to get out of her stuffy boring life...only for the relationship to end on some bitter notes. (Haha, notes, like music notes? Get it?) Well, having no place to go and being too prideful to return home, Vivian started living on the streets, travelling up and down the East coast of the US. And that's what she's been doing for the last few years.
Q: What made you want to join this RP?
A: My other RPs are a bit slow, and the zombie apocalypse RP I'm already in seems to be dying.
Q: What do you plan on doing with this character in this RP?
A: Having an antagonist sort of character--someone to poke at the characters and get some interactions going.
Q: Are you going to be a loner or be in a group?
A: I'd like Vivian to eventually be in a group. Not sure how well other characters will end up trusting her, though, haha. Maybe an injury or something will help others take pity on her.
Q: What are your thoughts on the other player characters in the RP?
A: Serge seems cool and well rounded. Ame seems like a badass. Ken's a prick, which is great. Cat is best avoided, haha, which means probably Dog too even though she seems friendly.
I like Akoen :D
Almost done. Just working on personality and history now.
I've been lurking about, haha. I guess I'll make myself known and work on a character sheet.
I think I know what you're talking about. I haven't seen many of them, and they're hard to find, but they're out there.
Awh, okay. :( Sorry to hear that
I'm interested!
So what's going on? uwu
Although Lillah didn't notice a Wendigo had passed, she offered a look of confusion as the jogger sauntered on and her eyes followed him for a moment. Someone that fit wearing pants and a belt to go running was a little strange to her. That definitely didn't allow for as much comfort and movement as sweatpants or shorts. What is with people tonight? she thought curiously. Eyebrows furrowed, she turned her attention back on the man before her. He wanted an apology, and he was still grinning, sure enough.
Lillah continued to frown at him as she crossed her arms, eyeing him carefully as she considered her next words. He had seemed suspicious, but now she was convinced he was just a drunk. Unlike the creatures around her, however, she wasn't particularly prideful. "Fine," she relented. "Sorry. There's just been some...problems around here lately and everyone pisses me off already, so now that people are disappearing..." Her voice trailed off and she glanced the way the other jogger had gone, a familiar chill rising in her chest as her scowl deepened.
Lillah continued to frown at him as she crossed her arms, eyeing him carefully as she considered her next words. He had seemed suspicious, but now she was convinced he was just a drunk. Unlike the creatures around her, however, she wasn't particularly prideful. "Fine," she relented. "Sorry. There's just been some...problems around here lately and everyone pisses me off already, so now that people are disappearing..." Her voice trailed off and she glanced the way the other jogger had gone, a familiar chill rising in her chest as her scowl deepened.
© 2007-2026