Mortimer

Walking Dead rp

Mr. Grimm chuckled when the girl on top of the cars actually named him something potentially dangerous. While he wouldn't think it twice to betray and kill them, they were females and thus had every right to be kept alive. In fact, the people he had killed and left to starve were all men, people he really didn't care at all. He slowly accelerated once more and drove to the front of the cars until he was almost in front of them and below the woman, then he got off the bike with his sickle in his hand, his machete still sheathed on his back. "Greetings there...you are there...you are surely the first female survivor I've seen in...maybe...one month...I won't lie...one or two months..." Mr. Grimm's voice was rusty and obviously tired after two days without food or water, mostly since his supplies were gone. "Just a lonesome person...waiting for this dust to either consume me or to die from starving...." His blue eyes looked at her through the skull, there was obviously a growing beard and moustache growing on his face as he hadn't shaved in days now. "But I guess you won't possibly waste one of your precious bullets on a living creature...one that is only wanting water or food...or even shelter..."

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A loud motorcycle noise could be heard way down the road. It was Mr. Grimm, rising dust with his good ol' bike he had stolen when the apocalypse started. He hadn't helped anyone to that point, he had found at least ten persons on his way to where he was now, and he had either let them die or killed them altogether so they wouldn't bring the attention of the walkers. At one final in a gas station, Grimm hopped off his bike and turned it off, and emptied the remaining gas on the almost depleted tank of his motorcycle. At almost full tank now, he knew it would be a perfect weapon in case he had to blow it off to get the walkers away from him. Before leaving, he entered inside the small store the gas station housed, only to be greeted by a crawler zombie who tried to reach Grimm. He didn't think it twice, he grabbed his sickle and sliced open his face, tearing his skull in two and leaving his brains out. "Hehe...easy..." he muttered slowly before coughing a bit of blood into his hand. He knew he had the virus like everyone else, but he wasn't planning on dying so easily.

Grimm walked outside once again and turned on his bike, then sped off into the devastated streets until he found a line of cars into the horizon. He stopped about three blocks before the line of cars and just made his bike 'roar' by accelerating and forcing the engine. On his back he had his machete, and always holding it on his right hand was his sickle. He waited and looked around...waiting and waiting in case they decided to open fire...

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Myst said
aww Mortimer needs a hug *hugs*

I surely need one...*hugs you too and sighs sadly*

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I prefer to start by myself...my character won't like most of you probably.

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You are welcome. Please, check your inbox. I actually twisted Mr. Grimm's story as to fit this RP more, but it explains a lot more. In case you are interested in Grimm.

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Myst said
not the skull helmet part, just that it was his friend's skull, You can still use it, just not as his friend's actual skull. He could have made the skull in honor of his friend, maybe?

Perfect, let me correct that part then. I guess I can do that.

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Hmmmm...let me see...it is just that....Mr. Grimm sporting a human skull is already one of his most descriptive traits...and taking it off would certainly diminish the character's seriousness. Plus...the helmet does show the character has quite a story. But...if you are uncomfortable with having it in the RP...I can re-do all the Bio part.

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Hey there, Myst. I think I'd be interested in joining this Hellhole you are settling here. I may as well give you a Character Sheet:


(Don't worry, It's not from an anime. It's actually a very detailed CGI animation from a videogame.)

Name: Jack "Mr. Grimm" McKormack
Age : 45
Skill : He's a master and expert at hand-to-hand combat, and is somewhat good with using weapons, but he prefers a knife, a machete or anything that is melee everyday. He is also a very good medic.
Weapon (up three): He has a hunting machete and a sickle.
Personality : He's not a very nice person at all, he is usually rude and uninterested towards anyone and won't show any compassion at killing you if turn into a zombie. But other than that he's a very trustworthy person, one of the greatest things he learned when serving the army.
Brief Bio : Jack had served the U.S army for more than twenty years. He started as a simple medic, inside a tent and treating and curing every soldier that was sent injuried into his workplace. However, fifteen years working as a medic twisted his mind a little, and he developed a craving to see how people where sent there, why their flesh failed to stop the bullets or how it broke from the edge of a knife. He was sent on a mission to the south-american jungle to treat with some terrorists. There, he met his best friend, Benny. He was a person Jack felt like he was really comfortable with. Benny had two sons, and he had to go back home. It was actually his last mission. However, in the middle of the mission, they were ambushed in a corn-field, and one of their troopers stepped on a land-mine, detonating it and sending everyone into the air. The terrorists were alerted and a slaughter started with Jack unconscious and on the verge of dying. When he woke up, the dead corpse of Benny laid next to him, his eyes open and showing how life had escaped them. Fueled with rage and anger, he stood up and grabbed a sickle he found around and proceeded to kill the remaining terrorist who were unaware of the stealth menace they were facing. Since then, he was deemed "Mr. Grimm" by the army itself, and he was discharged for mental insanity. Shortly after he came back home, he found a skeleton in a hospital whose skull was suspiciously particular to Benny's, so in honor to his deceased partner, he stole the skull stitched it to his head to show how sorry he is for his death. Now, he just roams the the wastelands of the ravaged city with the bloodied skull on his head, still believing the skull is actually his friend's one.
"They say human mind bends and twists in order to deal with problems of life...I think my mind bend so much it snapped in two."

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I know that, Venom. I was just working on my post but I'm so goddamn tired...

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I'm back from my vacations.