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The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

After this initial interaction with Scarlett, I plan to have Lillah and Vivian go away for a little bit since I won't be on frequently over the next week, lol. If y'can work that in, that'd be great

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Spring Break is starting tomorrow and I'll be going home for the week. That said, I don't have Internet at home so I won't be able to post much;; For sure, I'll be able to post next Tuesday and Thursday because I'll be working and I can use the office's internet. Other than that, Idk when/if I'll be to post.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Spring Break is starting tomorrow and I'll be going home for the week. That said, I don't have Internet at home so I won't be able to post much;; For sure, I'll be able to post next Tuesday and Thursday because I'll be working and I can use the office's internet. Other than that, Idk when/if I'll be to post. I should've thought of this before jumping in so I apologize, but I never realize it's break until the day before ._.;;

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Spring Break is starting tomorrow and I'll be going home for the week. That said, I don't have Internet at home so I won't be able to post much;; For sure, I'll be able to post next Tuesday and Thursday because I'll be working and I can use the office's internet. Other than that, Idk when/if I'll be to post.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Lillah & Vivian -- Baton Rouge -- Scarlett Lillah regarded the other in silence, tapping the bat to her dark shoulder. Unlike the blonde who was trying to come off as unassuming as possible, she made a point to stand tall and unsmiling. Clearly, she didn't care if she came off as a bitch. "I need supplies too," she said, then paused. Like the stranger, she didn't want anyone hurt, but she also wanted to prioritize her and Vivian when it came to items. It was a good reminder that the woman might have someone else to look out for, too. After looking around, Lillah lowered her bat and offered, "I take some, you take some. I don't need a lot. And I don't wanna hurt anyone either." Outside, Vivian rolled her eyes as she strained to listen. Despite being the least friendly of the two, Lillah always insisted on confronting others. This was a shame because she tended to compromise when Vivian preferred to take. Still, the petite woman remained outside by the door, her gaze flickering up and down the street. The rotten smell carried out into the open and she wrinkled her nose against it, but kept her hands on the empty gun. She only moved away from the door to look down the alley beside the shoppe, on the watch for walkers or other people. Her ears remained open in case her companion needed help, but otherwise her attention was on the surrounding area. However, the city remained still and quiet.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Lillah & Vivian -- Roselawn Cemetery, Baton Rouge The night had been a long one; Lillah had spent most of her time flipping through an old comic book, the edge of its pages brown and yellow by the light of a candle. The sun was up, but the walls of the mausoleum closed out its light. She was only aware of the morning when there was a stirring beside her: a petite woman lied restricted in the grimy sleeping bag but awoke when she tried to stretch her way out. Lillah's attention turned back on the last couple pages of the comic book after offering a "Good morning" to her companion. As expected, she didn't get a reply. It was a wonder if she was even heard as Vivian concerned herself with struggling to wake up. She pulled a book bag to herself and peered inside. "Fuuuck," Vivian whined despite pulling out a full bottle of water. "We're gonna need food soon." Vivian uncapped the bottle and took a large swig, swishing it about her mouth before swallowing to fight off the dryness. "And I'm not staying in here another day." She gave Lillah a pointed a look, though it was lost in the dark. "Then we'll leave today. And find some supplies." She shrugged and closed the comic book before tossing it to Vivian, who slipped it into her own bag. "You get any sleep?" Vivian asked, standing to stretch. She knew the answer every morning, but asked anyway. Always with a nonchalant and light tone despite the concern in her dark gaze. As she answered, Lillah wiggled out the sleeping bag so she could sit on top it. "Got enough," was always the reply. Vivian rolled her eyes but sat back down to unpack some canned food. For their single-candle-lit breakfast, they would be splitting a can of black olives and washing it down with water. Their conversation was idle small talk, littered with a laugh or two here or there. More often than not, Vivian's lips were moving and Lillah was rolling her eyes--though hiding a smile--in response. With their stomachs at least partly full, Lillah got up to pull the heavy into the mausoleum open. She squinted against the sun as it entered, but didn't dare look away to leave herself unaware. However, the cemetery was empty and she pulled the door all the way open as Vivian extinguished the candle and went on to groom herself. Lillah stood by the door, continuing to keep watch as she waited for her companion to finish packing up their current supplies: two reusable water bottles, the large sleeping bag, a pack of matches, a lighter, the half melted candle, two more cans of fruit, lots of feminine hygiene products, and the essentials of self defense (which would be on their persons). All finished up, Vivian handed the taller girl the heavier bag and an aluminum bat. She had an unloaded singled barreled shot gun on her back and a hunting knife at her makeshift belt. "Alright, let's get out of here, love," she said as she stepped out into the light, leaving behind the empty olive can.

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Their search for food and supplies took them from street to street in Baton Rogue. Both were quiet and alert, though Vivian was casually twirling her knife about her fingers. She was also the first to hear vehicles a few streets over and redirected Lillah's path away from the noise. Their search for supplies took them from store to store, most of which already emptied by other survivors. "This is hopeless. This city was too big," Lillah muttered. "We..." Her voice trailed off, however, and they came to a stop in front of a shoppe with a half faded sign. The door was open and, just as she was about to peak in, Lillah pulled away at the sounds of coughing and hacking. The two exchanged looks, then nodded. Vivian slipped the knife away, exchanging it for her empty shot gun as she turned to guard the door against outsiders. She made a point to be invisible to anyone inside the shop. Lillah, on the other hand, slipped quietly through the open door with her bat at the shoulder. It became quickly apparent why the other woman was gagging. When the stench hit Lillah as she walked further in, she couldn't help the cough that rose from her throat and alerting the stranger to her present. "Shit," she hissed, wafting the air in front of her. Having surprise on her side would've been nice, but she wasn't terribly afraid despite: the short haired woman standing over two corpses was small and didn't have a firearm in hand. Still, she said, "Sorry," as a greeting, her face wrinkled against the odor.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

At the name, Mira's frown furthered and then she nodded. "The Blood Family. Thank you," she said. It was terribly cliché, and she sighed. She'd have to discuss the newfound information with her family and eventually the Blackmoores. She wondered if they had sorted out the kidnapping business yet. Her eyes flickered up toward the second floor; perhaps Praetor had learned something during his outing. "I'm glad you can you can remember this." Then she stood with Jenna, giving her the space to adjust to her new balance. Then when Jenna humbly asked for a couch, Mira laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "How about a room with a bed? I'll get you some clothes to change into, as well, and you're free to use any of the bathrooms to bathe." As she spoke, she gently rested her hand on the girl's back to direct her toward the stairs where they would ascend.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

You can hop in! Make a character and wait for approval

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Lillah Lawson

She has a straight, boyish figure and a short haircut to match. Although lean, she's muscular as well: her limbs are toned and the beginnings of abs sit at her mid drift. However, she doesn't really go out of her way to show off her rectangle-esque physique, save for her arms since--when she's not wearing a coat or sweatshirt--she prefers tank tops and other sleeveless tops. Under said tops, she typically wears a sports bra over average sized breasts. Her skin is dark olive in complexion and her eyes a light, graham cracker brown. Her hair is dark brown, as well, and stops just short of the bottom of her ears. She has a long-ish face, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose. She stands at 167.64 cm / 5'6" and weighs in at about 120 lbs of angst. Age: 19 Skill: Physically fit, high physical endurance, basic combat knowledge, resourceful Preferred Weapons: Will put to use anything she can get. Has a baseball bat to start. Personality: Lillah is the loner type: she's silently broody and keeps to herself. She's angry by default and isn't very patient with people--but has developed the self-control to deal with them despite. Her sense of humor is lacking and she'll roll her eyes before she laughs. She's a person who's hard to get to know and doesn't show much interest in getting to know others either. Despite these negative qualities, she tries to be a better person and will grudgingly land a hand where ever it's needed. She's brave, but not stupid, and very independent. She believes she knows how to take care of herself, and therefore has trouble accepting help from others. Once one does get to know her, they’ll find that she’s extremely loyal and protective. She’ll put a friend before herself every time, and might even get caught smiling every now and again. Brief Bio: Before the apocalypse, Lillah was happily adopted. She wasn't the most sociable person, but she engaged in video games and sports to keep busy and relieve stress. Her sports included track and dabbling in martial arts. She struggled with and continues to struggle with insomnia and depression, especially without access to the resources she needs to deal with them (medicine, therapy, etc.). In high school, she did average work for average grades, but didn't care all that much for it anyway. With no plans to go to college, she was unsure where to go after graduating. However, she didn't have to worry much. When the virus hit, her mother was first to go and--for a while--it was just her and her father. They were surviving well enough on their own for a bit, but tragedy struck when her father was turned into a walker and she was forced to put him down. Soon after, she met Vivian. Although rocky at first, their relationship has bloomed and they tend to put each other first.

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Vivian Vanbrooke

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 in a bob. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys but nowadays she'll take what she can get. She stands no taller than 157.48 cm / 5'2" 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. Age: 24 Skill: Sneaky, manipulative, good with people even if she doesn't particularly like them Preferred Weapons: Has learned how to use guns since the end and prefers shot guns. However, only has an empty shot gun and a hunting knife to start. 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 even knowing it's for the best. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her. Brief Bio: Vivian was born across the Atlantic to a pair of dentists in southern England. All her youth, she was pushed toward education and tradition when all she wanted was to explore and experience the world. Instead of continuing to higher education, she skipped out and followed her at-the-time boyfriend's band to America. However, the band broke up, then they broke up, and Vivian was alone in a foreign country. For a few years, she bounced between jobs trying to make a living. When the walkers hit, she was just settling in as a tattoo artist apprentice with plans to finally talk to her parents. Unforunately, she didn't get the chance and she was suddenly thrust into the apocalypse all alone. This brought out the survivalist in Vivian, and she drifted between survival groups as she saw fit. Eventually, she met Lillah with plans to kill her and take her supplies. However, Lillah proved more useful alive (and was hard to kill anyway) and they grudgingly became travel companions before actually caring for one another.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Okay, I'll put them here first for group approval. Usually just the GM's opinion matters to me, lol, but since you guys have been working on this RP for so long, I wanna make sure everyone's okay with these characters. I'm between classes right now, but I can get to any editing after class today. (I'll be in the chatzy, too, so if it's easier we can just discuss in there.)

Lillah Lawson

She has a straight, boyish figure and a short haircut to match. Although lean, she's muscular as well: her limbs are toned and the beginnings of abs sit at her mid drift. However, she doesn't really go out of her way to show off her rectangle-esque physique, save for her arms since--when she's not wearing a coat or sweatshirt--she prefers tank tops and other sleeveless tops. Under said tops, she typically wears a sports bra over average sized breasts. Her skin is dark olive in complexion and her eyes a light, graham cracker brown. Her hair is dark brown, as well, and stops just short of the bottom of her ears. She has a long-ish face, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose. She stands at 167.64 cm / 5'6" and weighs in at about 120 lbs of angst. Age: 19 Skill: Physically fit, high physical endurance, basic combat knowledge, resourceful Preferred Weapons: Will put to use anything she can get. Has a baseball bat to start. Personality:Lillah is the loner type: she's silently broody and keeps to herself. She's angry by default and isn't very patient with people--but has developed the self-control to deal with them despite. Her sense of humor is lacking and she'll roll her eyes before she laughs. She's a person who's hard to get to know and doesn't show much interest in getting to know others either. Despite these negative qualities, she tries to be a better person and will grudgingly land a hand where ever it's needed. She's brave, but not stupid, and very independent. She believes she knows how to take care of herself, and therefore has trouble accepting help from others. Once one does get to know her, they’ll find that she’s extremely loyal and protective. She’ll put a friend before herself every time, and might even get caught smiling every now and again. Brief Bio: Before the apocalypse, Lillah was happily adopted. She wasn't the most sociable person, but she engaged in video games and sports to keep busy and relieve stress. Her sports included track and dabbling in martial arts. She struggled with and continues to struggle with insomnia and depression, especially without access to the resources she needs to deal with them (medicine, therapy, etc.). In high school, she did average work for average grades, but didn't care all that much for it anyway. With no plans to go to college, she was unsure where to go after graduating. However, she didn't have to worry much. When the virus hit, her mother was first to go and--for a while--it was just her and her father. They were surviving well enough on their own for a bit, but ragedy struck when her father was turned into a walker and she was forced to put him down. Soon after, she met Vivian. Although rocky at first, their relationship has bloomed and they tend to put each other first. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Vivian Vanbrooke

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 in a bob. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys but nowadays she'll take what she can get. She stands no taller than 157.48 cm / 5'2" 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. Age: 24 Skill: Sneaky, manipulative, good with people even if she doesn't particularly like them Preferred Weapons: Has learned how to use guns since the end and prefers shot guns. However, only has an empty shot gun and a hunting knife to start. 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 even knowing it's for the best. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her. Brief Bio: Vivian was born across the Atlantic to a pair of dentists in southern England. All her youth, she was pushed toward education and tradition when all she wanted was to explore and experience the world. Instead of continuing to higher education, she skipped out and followed her at-the-time boyfriend's band to America. However, the band broke up, then they broke up, and Vivian was alone in a foreign country. For a few years, she bounced between jobs trying to make a living. When the walkers hit, she was just settling in as a tattoo artist apprentice with plans to finally talk to her parents. Unforunately, she didn't get the chance and she was suddenly thrust into the apocalypse all alone. This brought out the survivalist in Vivian, and she drifted between survival groups as she saw fit. Eventually, she met Lillah with plans to kill her and take her supplies. However, Lillah proved more useful alive (and was hard to kill anywa) and they grudgingly became travel partners before actually caring for one another.