@Sven the Silent re-edited?
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I exist, it's that simple.
ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!
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@Sven the Silent He gets caught when he goes back to the house in which he first stole? Not when he stole for the first time. Also his physical can't really be extended without literally just stretching out the same thing. Hes athletic, so hes generally fit not fat, muscular but not bulky. Like an athlete 
Didnt realise you'd want a big personality, thought I'd add to it as the RP progressed. But I'll edit if need.
I'll change the the 'stealing shit' if its that bad...
Also the laptop I'm on, like I said; is pretty bad. So i cant put those clothes or weapons onto a hider for ease of access (which was my intention).
Didnt realise you'd want a big personality, thought I'd add to it as the RP progressed. But I'll edit if need.
I'll change the the 'stealing shit' if its that bad...
Also the laptop I'm on, like I said; is pretty bad. So i cant put those clothes or weapons onto a hider for ease of access (which was my intention).
@ArenaSnow Begin on your own character? :)
@Sven the Silent What exactly is wrong?...
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11 yrs ago
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Walking slowly up the dimly lit stairs Elderi reached the top after a minute - impossibly long staircase. Looking left and right there was but the same image. A wide corridor leading to a small arched window at around head height. Six doors , three to the left side and three to the right side. Looking again to the right it was the same, six doors...
Which is mine?
Walking over to the best looking door ( It was identical to the others, just had that sort of "open me" vibe going on) he pushed on the door and it swang open with a small noise, like a mouse.
Ah. It was a mouse, many mice infact. Staring at them, as they stared back, confused Elderi watched in further confusion as they seemed to pile upon eachother in what can only be described as a vermin orgy - or a 'Vorgy' as he would from this day call it. They're tails flapping around loosely, shades of grey and brown came together with loud high pitched squels; then a dark skinned man stood up from a kneeling position.
"Erm..."
The man was naked.
"Erm...could you? Please..."
He was still naked.
The man reached over to some ragged clothes and proceded to dress himself.
"Thankyou...I erm"
The way he bounced up and down to fit into his shorts was, well, less than pleasant.
" Oh dear...erm..could you stop...I"
Standing still, with a dirty old linen top on backwards and much too tight leather shorts on - the man spoke.
" Yes? Can I help you? "
Elderi could use the help to find his room, but he was not at all sure he could endure any more of the... present view.
" No, no I'm okay... erm, mice? " Elderi pointed to where the mice had just been multiplying.
" What? What are you talking about? " A small mouse ran up his leg and into his shorts.
" The mice? Was that you? Oh... " Elderi watched as the mouse seemingly disappeared among the...erm...
" I honestly don't know what you're talking about!"
The mans tail whipped back and forth, his buck teeth sitting over his bottom lip shaking angrily.
"Well...alright then. Excuse me."
Backing out of the room, Elderi turned to say goodbye just as the man whipped his leather off.
" Urgh...Oh..bye. " Barely containing the sick that rose to his throat.
Practically jumping away from the door, Elderi shook off the feeling of sickness and was faced with the opposite and indentical door ( This one also had an "open me" vibe, but Elderi wasn't going to trust that again). Walking back past the stairs and to the very end of the other corridor Elderis hand gripped the door handle of the far left door, pressing his ear against the oak. Silence
His wrist twisted and he slowly and timidly opened the door.
Please, no mice.
Which is mine?
Walking over to the best looking door ( It was identical to the others, just had that sort of "open me" vibe going on) he pushed on the door and it swang open with a small noise, like a mouse.
Ah. It was a mouse, many mice infact. Staring at them, as they stared back, confused Elderi watched in further confusion as they seemed to pile upon eachother in what can only be described as a vermin orgy - or a 'Vorgy' as he would from this day call it. They're tails flapping around loosely, shades of grey and brown came together with loud high pitched squels; then a dark skinned man stood up from a kneeling position.
"Erm..."
The man was naked.
"Erm...could you? Please..."
He was still naked.
The man reached over to some ragged clothes and proceded to dress himself.
"Thankyou...I erm"
The way he bounced up and down to fit into his shorts was, well, less than pleasant.
" Oh dear...erm..could you stop...I"
Standing still, with a dirty old linen top on backwards and much too tight leather shorts on - the man spoke.
" Yes? Can I help you? "
Elderi could use the help to find his room, but he was not at all sure he could endure any more of the... present view.
" No, no I'm okay... erm, mice? " Elderi pointed to where the mice had just been multiplying.
" What? What are you talking about? " A small mouse ran up his leg and into his shorts.
" The mice? Was that you? Oh... " Elderi watched as the mouse seemingly disappeared among the...erm...
" I honestly don't know what you're talking about!"
The mans tail whipped back and forth, his buck teeth sitting over his bottom lip shaking angrily.
"Well...alright then. Excuse me."
Backing out of the room, Elderi turned to say goodbye just as the man whipped his leather off.
" Urgh...Oh..bye. " Barely containing the sick that rose to his throat.
Practically jumping away from the door, Elderi shook off the feeling of sickness and was faced with the opposite and indentical door ( This one also had an "open me" vibe, but Elderi wasn't going to trust that again). Walking back past the stairs and to the very end of the other corridor Elderis hand gripped the door handle of the far left door, pressing his ear against the oak. Silence
His wrist twisted and he slowly and timidly opened the door.
Please, no mice.
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11 yrs ago
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@Sven the Silent Thoughts?? 
Appearance: 
Size: 5'10", 140
Physical Shape: Athletic. Brian isn't fat, but he isn't skinny either. While he is muscular he isn't bulky, nor is he in anyway top heavy(infact he has more lower body strength). After years of running from trouble, navigating through alleys and across roofs, he has developed the perfect flexible body for parkour style movement and the occasional gymnastic feat of luck.
Name:Brian Whisdell
Age:27
Personality: Prefering to keep things low key Brian hates any kind of bully. He doesnt get overly emotional about much, except seeing others get hurt in which case he will usually drop all sense of logic to try and help. Always approaching zombies with patience and precision Brian has a tendency to take his time, making sure to be as quiet as possible.For example: if there was a building to clear Brian would go in from the roof first, climbing the fire escape to the top and slowly making his way down room by room. This way only he was in danger. He likes to think of himself as a good samaritan - a gentleman.
Occupation: Criminal, Brian was a small time thief who stole from rich families homes and gave the money/valuables to the kids of the orphanage he grew up in. He was in prison when it began, a guard he had come to be friends with set him free.
Equipment:
Sweats and trainers.[hider]
Semi-elastic long sleeve shirt.[hider]
Grey hoodie [hider]
Pocket bandolier around left side chest [hider]
Inventory:
Water proof Sleeping Bag strapped to back-pack.
One small cooking pan, two 1/2litre water bottles, spare clothes and a hatchet.
A Map of the city and a few packets of food (imperishable).
A toothbrush and towel.Crystaline anti-perspirent.
A wallet with a no money in it, only an old picture of himself and friends.
Assortment of various stolen jewelry.
Weapons:
Pistol with 3 extra magazines.
[hider]
Improvised spear.
[hider]
Concealed flip knife
[hider]
Background: Growing up an orphan was hard for Brian. While he made some close friends he was also bullied persistantly at his school which would lead to fights. This went on for years until one day (after he heard that his friend had just been adopted) Brian had had enough and didnt even give the bullies a chance to throw their first insult before he threw his first punch. After knocking one clean out and leaving the other two bruised and bloody Brian was given a weeks detention, which gave him time to 'think' and to heal his own wounds.
Realising the system was against him already, he set out to balance the odds, and began to find other bullies from other schools - teaching them a lesson. Finding that the rich were too rich, Brian would steal from various houses around his area, minor things at first. All through his life he moved from place to place stealing as he went. He fell into a dark circle for a few years, a group of less than kind men, who didnt just steal but killed. Brian has nothing to thank them for except a generally good knowledge of fire arms and blades.
With that behind him Brian had returned to his home, settling down in a hotel room which he kept modest and clean, paying his rent on time so as not to be suspicious; giving what he didn't need to the orphanage he had grown up in. When he was pulling a second job on the first house he had ever hit, (thinking they were still as easy a target as they were) turns out the sneaky shits had installed a fancy security system. After a close escape and an over-roofs chase Brian had no where else to run, so snuck the jewelry he had stolen into the hidden section of his bag and gave himself up.
Size: 5'10", 140
Physical Shape: Athletic. Brian isn't fat, but he isn't skinny either. While he is muscular he isn't bulky, nor is he in anyway top heavy(infact he has more lower body strength). After years of running from trouble, navigating through alleys and across roofs, he has developed the perfect flexible body for parkour style movement and the occasional gymnastic feat of luck.
Name:Brian Whisdell
Age:27
Personality: Prefering to keep things low key Brian hates any kind of bully. He doesnt get overly emotional about much, except seeing others get hurt in which case he will usually drop all sense of logic to try and help. Always approaching zombies with patience and precision Brian has a tendency to take his time, making sure to be as quiet as possible.For example: if there was a building to clear Brian would go in from the roof first, climbing the fire escape to the top and slowly making his way down room by room. This way only he was in danger. He likes to think of himself as a good samaritan - a gentleman.
Occupation: Criminal, Brian was a small time thief who stole from rich families homes and gave the money/valuables to the kids of the orphanage he grew up in. He was in prison when it began, a guard he had come to be friends with set him free.
Equipment:
Sweats and trainers.[hider]
Black trainers, grey sweats.Semi-elastic long sleeve shirt.[hider]
Grey hoodie [hider]
Pocket bandolier around left side chest [hider]
Inventory:
Water proof Sleeping Bag strapped to back-pack.
One small cooking pan, two 1/2litre water bottles, spare clothes and a hatchet.
A Map of the city and a few packets of food (imperishable).
A toothbrush and towel.Crystaline anti-perspirent.
A wallet with a no money in it, only an old picture of himself and friends.
Assortment of various stolen jewelry.
Weapons:
Pistol with 3 extra magazines.
[hider]
Improvised spear.
[hider]
Concealed flip knife
[hider]
Background: Growing up an orphan was hard for Brian. While he made some close friends he was also bullied persistantly at his school which would lead to fights. This went on for years until one day (after he heard that his friend had just been adopted) Brian had had enough and didnt even give the bullies a chance to throw their first insult before he threw his first punch. After knocking one clean out and leaving the other two bruised and bloody Brian was given a weeks detention, which gave him time to 'think' and to heal his own wounds.
Realising the system was against him already, he set out to balance the odds, and began to find other bullies from other schools - teaching them a lesson. Finding that the rich were too rich, Brian would steal from various houses around his area, minor things at first. All through his life he moved from place to place stealing as he went. He fell into a dark circle for a few years, a group of less than kind men, who didnt just steal but killed. Brian has nothing to thank them for except a generally good knowledge of fire arms and blades.
With that behind him Brian had returned to his home, settling down in a hotel room which he kept modest and clean, paying his rent on time so as not to be suspicious; giving what he didn't need to the orphanage he had grown up in. When he was pulling a second job on the first house he had ever hit, (thinking they were still as easy a target as they were) turns out the sneaky shits had installed a fancy security system. After a close escape and an over-roofs chase Brian had no where else to run, so snuck the jewelry he had stolen into the hidden section of his bag and gave himself up.
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