Bobby Barrows said
I'm on the list, does that mean I got accepted or am I being considered?
Means your accepted.
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Means your accepted.
As long as they die quickly yes, but they're not allowed to have character development.
Floyd - Railroad Tracks - Jessalyn/Lynn/Skullmam(Grimm)
"Who do you think you're talkin' to girl? You had your weapon pointed at the Skullman here yourself, so don't come judging me. I'm protecting myself as you protect that child!" Floyd angered, pointing at the baby barer. She was a young girl, probably still in her teens. Having a child in this world was basically a liability. A child's mere cry would call forth all the walkers in the area. This was the reason Floyd preferred being alone, because in his mind, it increases ones survival rate. The Skullman himself seemed to have the same thoughts because he vanished on his beast. So now it was just him and the child barer Jessalyn. Floyd pulled his bow away and packed his arrow back into the quiver strapped to his waist. "You from around here girl?" he asked Jess as he walked side to side, looking back at Lynn making sure she didn't come back to surprise him with a bullet to the head. "And where's the father huh? He get bitten? Or did he just leave after all this shit went down?"
Day of the Incident
"Breaking News! The epidemic known as 'the zombie virus' has overrun the streets of Washington. The president is being escorted by military personnel and will most likely be taken to a safe bunker. We are here outside the white house, watching the helicopter take flight. This is a live broadcast! Oh wait, I think the pedestrians are approaching. Oh wait! No! NOoooo!..........tschhhhhhhhhhh......"
"Freakin' radio! Damn rich folk ripped me off. Shit!" he yelled as he smacked the radio off the wooden log he was currently sitting on. He was in the woods outside of his cabin building a fire to get lunch started. He had just hunted down a wild boar and was preparing to cook it. He had already skinned it completely and couldn't wait to eat. With a brief blow, the fire was aided to start. The red flames created sparkles in his eyes as he watched the fire burn brightly. He hooked parts of the boar-meat to sticks and laid them close to the flames.
Suddenly, the radio static paused and the emergency broadcast sound turned on. Floyd turned back to the radio, getting a tad worried by the sound.
"The following message is transmitted from request of the NOPD - New Orleans Police Department. Several authorities have issued a warning for the following: Henderson Mary, at two thirty five pm, reports from East Counties, has issued an outbreak of highly contagious virus. Some reports claim the outbreak started in the East Counties Lakeland Medical Pavilion site hospitals. Symptoms of this virus include: Loss of coordination, confusion, and eventually, certain death. Reports have also claimed that those infected have acted out in an extremely violent behavior. Citizens are extremely advised to avoid anyone with these symptoms. At this time, these counties are under quarantine until further notice. As a safety precaution, Eastern Counties are advising citizens to stay in their homes until the situation is dealt with. Stay tuned for further details as they follow" and then the emergency broadcast sound returns.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Floyd questioned himself. Without wasting time, Floyd went into his cabin to pack. He was near the East Counties and was not looking to be infected by such disease. If the 'news' were telling the truth, soon his entire location would be breached by the infected. He put out the fire beneath the boar-meat and packed away some canned foods along with water into his bag. He would remain in the woods, but camp out somewhere else. Farther from the city. He took the radio with him, but kept it silent until he figured out for sure what was going on. He was basically in the outside world, so everything that went on in the cities of New Orleans, he did not know. Sooner or later, he would have to go into the city to find out one way or another.
"Who do you think you're talkin' to girl? You had your weapon pointed at the Skullman here yourself, so don't come judging me. I'm protecting myself as you protect that child!" Floyd angered, pointing at the baby barer. She was a young girl, probably still in her teens. Having a child in this world was basically a liability. A child's mere cry would call forth all the walkers in the area. This was the reason Floyd preferred being alone, because in his mind, it increases ones survival rate. The Skullman himself seemed to have the same thoughts because he vanished on his beast. So now it was just him and the child barer Jessalyn. Floyd pulled his bow away and packed his arrow back into the quiver strapped to his waist. "You from around here girl?" he asked Jess as he walked side to side, looking back at Lynn making sure she didn't come back to surprise him with a bullet to the head. "And where's the father huh? He get bitten? Or did he just leave after all this shit went down?"
Day of the Incident
"Breaking News! The epidemic known as 'the zombie virus' has overrun the streets of Washington. The president is being escorted by military personnel and will most likely be taken to a safe bunker. We are here outside the white house, watching the helicopter take flight. This is a live broadcast! Oh wait, I think the pedestrians are approaching. Oh wait! No! NOoooo!..........tschhhhhhhhhhh......"
"Freakin' radio! Damn rich folk ripped me off. Shit!" he yelled as he smacked the radio off the wooden log he was currently sitting on. He was in the woods outside of his cabin building a fire to get lunch started. He had just hunted down a wild boar and was preparing to cook it. He had already skinned it completely and couldn't wait to eat. With a brief blow, the fire was aided to start. The red flames created sparkles in his eyes as he watched the fire burn brightly. He hooked parts of the boar-meat to sticks and laid them close to the flames.
Suddenly, the radio static paused and the emergency broadcast sound turned on. Floyd turned back to the radio, getting a tad worried by the sound.
"The following message is transmitted from request of the NOPD - New Orleans Police Department. Several authorities have issued a warning for the following: Henderson Mary, at two thirty five pm, reports from East Counties, has issued an outbreak of highly contagious virus. Some reports claim the outbreak started in the East Counties Lakeland Medical Pavilion site hospitals. Symptoms of this virus include: Loss of coordination, confusion, and eventually, certain death. Reports have also claimed that those infected have acted out in an extremely violent behavior. Citizens are extremely advised to avoid anyone with these symptoms. At this time, these counties are under quarantine until further notice. As a safety precaution, Eastern Counties are advising citizens to stay in their homes until the situation is dealt with. Stay tuned for further details as they follow" and then the emergency broadcast sound returns.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Floyd questioned himself. Without wasting time, Floyd went into his cabin to pack. He was near the East Counties and was not looking to be infected by such disease. If the 'news' were telling the truth, soon his entire location would be breached by the infected. He put out the fire beneath the boar-meat and packed away some canned foods along with water into his bag. He would remain in the woods, but camp out somewhere else. Farther from the city. He took the radio with him, but kept it silent until he figured out for sure what was going on. He was basically in the outside world, so everything that went on in the cities of New Orleans, he did not know. Sooner or later, he would have to go into the city to find out one way or another.
"Just like that huh? You city folk fall for it all, how you gonna trust a skull bearing simple minded bastard just like that?" Floyd questioned himself. That girl and her pregnant friend just accepted a monster, whom one, they didn't know, and two, was surely a blood thirsty animal.
With his conscious clouded, Floyd jumped out of his hiding spot pointing the tip of his arrow at all the survivors, one by one. "I don't think y'all want to head to the city. The streets were hoarded before I left." His only intention was to prevent the child bearer from getting injured. He could care less for the others. He was just tired of seeing the innocent fall to the malice if the world they lived in.
"You, skull man! How bout you just get steppin'. Your loud mouth is calling out walkers." Floyd already got a bad presence from this guy.
With his conscious clouded, Floyd jumped out of his hiding spot pointing the tip of his arrow at all the survivors, one by one. "I don't think y'all want to head to the city. The streets were hoarded before I left." His only intention was to prevent the child bearer from getting injured. He could care less for the others. He was just tired of seeing the innocent fall to the malice if the world they lived in.
"You, skull man! How bout you just get steppin'. Your loud mouth is calling out walkers." Floyd already got a bad presence from this guy.
Okay. I'll temporarily accept it until the GM sees it. If you want to post now that is perfectly fine, there's nothing out of the ordinary with the character so I don't suspect GM will have any issues with this decision.
Atomyk said
Female
Then yes. You can go ahead and join us.
I only say that because there are so many male characters in ratio to female characters, so I wasn't sure if GM would accept more male characters since there are already so many.
Atomyk said
Hi! Are you still accepting?(I can have an app ready really quickly, if it helps)
Is your character going to be male or female?
"Ha! F*cking city foke got it good huh?" Floyd whispered to himself as he mounted the beast. The sun shone directly on the black exterior of the Triumph Bonneville. The ape hangers were perfectly aligned. Though there was dust surrounding such beauty, a descent of water would clean it right up. Floyd then hoped on the machine, falling with a sight to its bobber style. He prepared to turn it on when his hand grasped nothing but air. The key was not on the ignition, so he grunted.
He got off the bike and pulled his bow from around him. He pulled out an arrow from his hip quiver and prepared to strike. He looked nearby to find missing person and his eyes caught his victim. A walker, about five eleven - six feet tall. He had on a plated Levi's button down which was covered by a leather vest with a name braided on the pocket. "Its you ain' it big guy? Ain't know the city had bikers like you" Floyd said to himself as he aimed his bow to the biker's forehead. With a release, the camouflaged arrow swished through the silent breeze and brushed straight through the biker's skull, sending him straight into the concrete below him. The thud of his body colliding with the surface echoed through the thin streets. Floyd walked up to the walker and searched its pockets, locating the key to the beauty of a bike. It was his lucky day.
After removing the arrow, he returned to the Triumph. He hoped back on and placed the key into the ignition. With a twist, the engine ran, but startled to stall. The motors monstrous noise echoed like the walkers thud, but twice as loud. Out of nowhere, walkers began to exit the nearby building. "Ugh, c'mon, c'mon!" Floyd started, turning the key twice more, facing the same effect. The bike would not start. The closer the walkers got, the more anxious and angry Floyd was getting. With that urgency on his mind, he noticed the kick start the Triumph had. He kicked it forcefully and the bike started, a burst of noise echoing through the city. With the walkers a couple feet from him, Floyd hit the acceleration and squeezed through the walker's grasp.
As he drove through the profound crowded city, the moans began to follow him distantly. Floyd ended up with two choices a couple minutes later. Before him lay train tracks; train tracks which he could follow left or right. With a quick exhale, he turned to his right and began to speed through the soft and muted green grass. All that could be heard was the growl of his 'new bike'. Then within minutes to his march along the trail, the bike started to stall yet again. Within seconds to the stalling sound, the bike stopped in its tracks. Floyd ran his hand along his face and stepped off, kicking the machine on its engine then slowly sat next to it with his elbows on his knees. His eyes were squinted due to the glare of the sun. With sweat running down his face, he stood and started towards the near railway cars. There was no longer any breeze and the heat was unbearable. The cars would be great shelter for the upcoming night. One can even make a fire without worrying of burning down. As he reached the first one titled 'Express Agency', he couldn't help but notice a walker trying to make its way into a specific car. Floyd pulled out his trench knife and clanked it against the Express Agency, calling for the walker's attention. "C'mon you dumb dead bastard. I ain't got all day" Floyd called out as the moans started towards him.
Without any further hesitation, Floyd walked up to the walker and jammed his knife into the walker's head, causing it to instantly drop dead. He then continued slowly towards the car the walker was trying to get into. "Hey! Anybody in there?" he asked before placing his hand on the door and prepared to open it widely, knife in hand. As he pulled it open, another walker jumped out, landing on top of him. With his left forearm, he held the walker back by its neck. With his right, he pushed his knife clean through the head. The zombie fell to its right. It was 'dead'. That's when a noticeable sound rang in his ear. The roar of what seemed to be a Harley was in the distance. The roar stopped once Floyd regained his balance. Slowly and steadily, he continued down the tracks, hiding behind the cars as his bow was loaded with an arrow. After a good jog, his eyes gazed upon a large man. He wore a damn skull on his head, like a freaken mask or something. "Look at this douchebag" he said, watching the situation from afar, waiting to see what happened next. He wasn't stupid enough to interfere in another persons problem, it didn't involve him.
He got off the bike and pulled his bow from around him. He pulled out an arrow from his hip quiver and prepared to strike. He looked nearby to find missing person and his eyes caught his victim. A walker, about five eleven - six feet tall. He had on a plated Levi's button down which was covered by a leather vest with a name braided on the pocket. "Its you ain' it big guy? Ain't know the city had bikers like you" Floyd said to himself as he aimed his bow to the biker's forehead. With a release, the camouflaged arrow swished through the silent breeze and brushed straight through the biker's skull, sending him straight into the concrete below him. The thud of his body colliding with the surface echoed through the thin streets. Floyd walked up to the walker and searched its pockets, locating the key to the beauty of a bike. It was his lucky day.
After removing the arrow, he returned to the Triumph. He hoped back on and placed the key into the ignition. With a twist, the engine ran, but startled to stall. The motors monstrous noise echoed like the walkers thud, but twice as loud. Out of nowhere, walkers began to exit the nearby building. "Ugh, c'mon, c'mon!" Floyd started, turning the key twice more, facing the same effect. The bike would not start. The closer the walkers got, the more anxious and angry Floyd was getting. With that urgency on his mind, he noticed the kick start the Triumph had. He kicked it forcefully and the bike started, a burst of noise echoing through the city. With the walkers a couple feet from him, Floyd hit the acceleration and squeezed through the walker's grasp.
As he drove through the profound crowded city, the moans began to follow him distantly. Floyd ended up with two choices a couple minutes later. Before him lay train tracks; train tracks which he could follow left or right. With a quick exhale, he turned to his right and began to speed through the soft and muted green grass. All that could be heard was the growl of his 'new bike'. Then within minutes to his march along the trail, the bike started to stall yet again. Within seconds to the stalling sound, the bike stopped in its tracks. Floyd ran his hand along his face and stepped off, kicking the machine on its engine then slowly sat next to it with his elbows on his knees. His eyes were squinted due to the glare of the sun. With sweat running down his face, he stood and started towards the near railway cars. There was no longer any breeze and the heat was unbearable. The cars would be great shelter for the upcoming night. One can even make a fire without worrying of burning down. As he reached the first one titled 'Express Agency', he couldn't help but notice a walker trying to make its way into a specific car. Floyd pulled out his trench knife and clanked it against the Express Agency, calling for the walker's attention. "C'mon you dumb dead bastard. I ain't got all day" Floyd called out as the moans started towards him.
Without any further hesitation, Floyd walked up to the walker and jammed his knife into the walker's head, causing it to instantly drop dead. He then continued slowly towards the car the walker was trying to get into. "Hey! Anybody in there?" he asked before placing his hand on the door and prepared to open it widely, knife in hand. As he pulled it open, another walker jumped out, landing on top of him. With his left forearm, he held the walker back by its neck. With his right, he pushed his knife clean through the head. The zombie fell to its right. It was 'dead'. That's when a noticeable sound rang in his ear. The roar of what seemed to be a Harley was in the distance. The roar stopped once Floyd regained his balance. Slowly and steadily, he continued down the tracks, hiding behind the cars as his bow was loaded with an arrow. After a good jog, his eyes gazed upon a large man. He wore a damn skull on his head, like a freaken mask or something. "Look at this douchebag" he said, watching the situation from afar, waiting to see what happened next. He wasn't stupid enough to interfere in another persons problem, it didn't involve him.
Name: Floyd Conlon
Age: 29
Skill: Farming. Hunting. Bowman. Brawling.
Weapon (up three): Recurve Bow. Arrows. Trench Knife.
Personality: Floyd doesn't like getting told what to do, due to some past experiences with his father. He's more of a lonesome person and prefers working alone, seeing other people as a hassle and hard to work with. Though he is volatile, he is more level-headed than most people in the present situation. Though he's mainly distant, he still holds deep care for many of the people he's interacted with. He's not as selfless as he acts.
Brief Bio : After his mother passed away, Floyd moved in with his father, who had been divorced for more than three years. At the time, Floyd was nineteen years old, absent of thought for the situation, he really didn't care, but soon would. His father didn't care about Floyd, he saw him as a responsibility he had no choice but to partake in. Interaction between them was scant. Because Floyd was unable to get a job outside his father's farm, he lived there until he was twenty three. His father passed away three months after Floyd's birthday. Floyd could not maintain the farm and was stripped of it by local tax collectors and such. With the remaining money, he moved to New Orleans living in a small cabin near the woods. Without money, he could not buy food, therefore fell back on his crop work along with his hunting skills. He stole a bow and arrow from a local hunting supply store. He got to New Orleans on an old bobber his father had fixed about a year before he passed. He sold it to a pre-owned vehicle shop for two grand. Living alone for years was difficult but worthwhile. He made a friend, Elijah, a local from New Orleans who helped Floyd get settled. It wasn't long before Elijah moved to Houston, the big city, and resumed a life with his pharmacist of a girlfriend. She had cheated on her five year relationship to be with him. "Freaken wh*re." Anyhow, once the breakout occurred, it seemed that the traffic of the cities moved into the woods. Walkers roamed the countryside as if it were the big city. Floyd had no option but to move on, scattering what he could and entering the dead zone, which was the city of New Orleans.
Can't wait.
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