Rockette

The God Complex

Oman. All the stuffs to reeeeeead.

The God Complex

That's the spirit !

The God Complex

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/whine

The God Complex

YandereNoodle said
I can't stay away. I love the idea. May not be quite up to par, but I'll try ;D
Also, saving this spot for my CS

Advanced isn't all that.. advanced, we just embellish and exaggerate a lot.
Just write like you normally would.

You'll do just fine!

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

I'm digging the unicorns.
har~mony!♫

The God Complex {Dark Modern/Sci-Fi/Mature Interest Check}

I'll read that shit later, but yeah, I found it.
Whoop.

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

Same - towards the end of the week though I'm usually busy so I'll try and have something posted up by tomorrow, or Monday at the latest. c=

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

Ｂａｂｙ Ｊｉｎｘ
twenty-four [&] female

appearance - Before the world went to shit, Baby Jinx was a pretty little thing that looked no older than an eighteen year old High School graduate steeped into a lacy, Gothic fashion. Being of petite stature leaves no room for embellishments, waif and thin, maybe a little bony at the shoulders; Baby Jinx is -in simple description- tiny. Now with torn, lace pattened tights, and combat boots with a hastily thrown on tee-shirt that hits mid-thigh; she resembles a vagabond child rather than a woman [a voice of candied bubblegum doesn't help either] with bottle-bleach hair [dirty like dreads] that hangs down past shoulders with her chrome scalp revealed on one side. Baby Jinx considers herself lucky to have stolen the woolen, faux fur coat off of a dead woman's body, even if it's covered in the old hag's blood.

weapons - An aluminum baseball bat: dented and scratched, just as she found it in the backyard of a suburban household.
Scissors: and not your typical stationary either, but not everyone can reach a sharpened knife in time, not when the kitchens were raided first for their cutlery.

gear - Stale cigarettes with no lighter, as she lost it, a worn and tattered bag that bangs constantly at her hip, contents of hairspray, coils of miscellaneous rope and links of chain. What edible items she has are half-eaten breakfast bars, [stale] and the little to no medical supplies that she possess are cartoon printed band-aids that she uses to ease the blisters and callouses on her little fingers.

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Will be updated or potentially changed, once I get home where I'll add my [possibly] second character.

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

I noticed that implication but if I'm not given a limitation: I have this awful habit of creating many spin-off characters in my head that I would want to use!
And I was thinking that too, with off duty soldiers, but I don't want to take liberties with the military-esque until I see verification, but it is tempting to do so. I'll wait for now, but thanks, Oni, for your input.
c=

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

Oh.
I was inquiring after how many characters we are permitted to have, but, now that you mention it.

"Realistic" is the basis, I'm assuming, over what your character is certainly capable of, and that, [after three weeks] depends on their origin. So would the potentials of former military persona be applicable or were you desiring the more common place cut-from-the-same-cloth originals of every day life?