Rusalka

Dead Roads

@Drakeonis

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For Liz, there was never such a horrible day to quit smoking, mostly because she never would, even if the world was going to end in a cannibalistic orgy of death and depravity of the likes never seen.

Society was collapsing all around her, yet here she was on the roof of the school leaning back in a chair and staring up at the sky. Precariously hanging from her lip was a crumpled up cigarette, her third since she got up this morning to make sure everything was in ship shape, locked up tighter than a crab's asshole. The last thing she needed was to wake up to some rotting flesh bucket drooling over her and about to sink their putrid teeth into her face.

It was a particular beautiful morning, well, about the only thing beautiful with how this day was beginning. The sun was just cresting over the far horizon, bathing everything in a soothing warmth counteracting the bitter chill of the frosty Colorado mountain air and painting the skies that were once a dark, ashen gray with vibrant hues and shades of oranges and pinks. Up here on this roof....it felt as though the cold, cruel reality below never existed in the first place, but the groaning and growling of zombies clawing at the metal fence brought that illusion crashing down rather quick.

"Eh, smoke till your lungs are black. That's what I say." Liz shrugged her shoulders putting both arms behind her heads with an exhale of thin white smoke into the misty air. The world was ending, right? Why not have a final joy in life?

Her attention was shortly grabbed by another noise she came to expect in the morning, that of the clopping hooves and shrill neighing of Harley's horse as she raced him around the nearby football field a couple of times, her unmistakable Texas drawl ringing out in the dead silence with a "Giddy up!" or "C'mon boy!". "Well well...looks like Calamity Jane's at it again."

Soon after, Liz heard the horse trotting closer to the building. She glanced down seeing the cowgirl, wearing that stupid hat of hers and waving to her and Moses with a big grin stretching across her face. "Howdy y'all!" Harley called ever so gleeful. God, how could she be so uppity? "Nice mornin', ain't it?" She said smiling all the more, but her expression soured shortly upon seeing the three shambling corpses rattling the chainlink and barbed wire. "Well aside from that." Dryly Harley quipped. By this point, the cowgirl was used to seeing rotting flesh and gore aplenty. It still didn't stop her from feeling sick to her stomach. So much for breakfast. Almost bitterly she sighed tapping her boot against the horse's side and goading him forward. "C'mon Riley. Let's get you back to your pin." The horse trotted along, a gruff snort as he shook his mighty head.

Liz finished off her cigarette standing up and snuffing it out under her foot, stretching and yawning rather audible and scratching the back of her head as she ambled over to Moses. "Well Mosey, I don't know about you man, but I'm ready to kill some fucking zombies today."

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

DX Fuuuuuuuck! I'll get back to this when I'm less swamped!

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@Princeofhearts

Don't blame me Prince-Sama!! \>///</ Blame my bitch of an OC!

"Bitch?!" D:< *cracks her knuckles* "Alright, one ticket for the murder train coming up!"

*trying to pull Liz back before she murders Rusalka* >///< "Dad gummit girl! Now you just hold on!"

@IronWill

*snorts* "You wish." <.<

Dead Roads

Seems we need more lezzies

@Princeofhearts

*slaps Liz with a dead fish* Sorry bout that. <.<

"I'm gonna feed your entrails to those flesh buckets for that ya know!" <.<

"Hey y'all settle down! Ain't no need for fightin', y'all hear?"

"Psh. Whatever you say Annie Oakley." XD

"You about as ornery as a damn possum in a sack, missy." -____-

Ladies save it for the RP. <.<

@Drakeonis

FUCK YEAAAAAAH!!!!!!! \m/>o<\m/

Supernatural Mansion/City (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Letmehaveone2

So so so sorry I haven't posted a character yet, but I kept racking my mind trying to create a different one! Dx But fuck it! Evelyn, get your ass in here!

*sigh* "Whatevs." <.<

“Is that all you've got?”

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Evelyn Nazareth Thorne

|Nickame|

Ev or Evvie

|Birth Date|

Unknown

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Female

|Species|

Blood Mage/Dragon

A P P E A R A N C E

"Why don't you take a picture, perv?"

|In Depth Appearance|

Evelyn stands about 5'2'' and weighs roughly 135 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a c-cup. Her raven black hair is always tied up but sometimes she will wear it untied. Evelyn's been noted for her pale white skin and her creepy blood red eyes that glow when she becomes either excited or angry and dim when she is sad or depressed. You'll never see her wear bright colors either, because she hates them, so expect to see Ev always wearing black clothing. The glasses are just for show too, since she has good vision. Evelyn just thinks they make her look cool. As for tattoos, there is one on her left shoulder blade of two black snakes biting eachother's tails forming a circle. In the midst of the circle is a bizarre sigil flanked by several mysterious runes. At one time, she did have a pair of black horns protruding from her head, but she has long since cut them off and filed them down in order to fit in more. But still, she has kept her large black wings, just using special magic to keep them hidden. They only unfurl should she feel threatened, angry, or excited.

|Voice|

youtu.be/E-rYgoJF0v4?t=28s

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

"Aww you wanna know about me? How sweet, because I could barely give a shit about you."

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Dark clothes, scary movies, gothic horror novels, creepy and morbid stuff, metal music, coffee and cigarettes, girls, classical music, playing guitar and piano

✘People she finds annoying, daylight, bullies, pop music, meat (she's vegetarian), her family

|Habits|

Sleeping late, never cleaning up after herself, stealing her roommate's stuff, hogging the shower for too long, constantly either reading, drawing or looking up at the stars

|Fears|

Because of her powers and her family's sordid legacy, Evelyn believes herself to be a monster and fears becoming close to people. As much as she wants to find happiness in someone, be it a friend or a lover, her asocial attitude makes it difficult as she reluctantly pushes people away with her cold, callous nature and her hostile attitude.



"What was that, you punk?!"

A B I L I T I E S

"One ticket for the Murder Train, coming right up!"

|Fighting Style|

Evelyn's a berserker. When she attacks, she goes in hard, brutal, and without mercy. Whether she's digging her claws into your flesh or violating your mind with horrific visions of gore and terror, she is unrelenting in her fury and rage.



"DIE!"

Not to mention being quite acrobatic, along with her slim frame, makes it easy for her to evade most attacks quickly.



"Hmph! Missed me, prick!"

|Powers/Abilities|



Being her body is infused with dragon blood, she has been granted a few unique abilities, such as a keen, sharpened sense, enhanced strength and agility, and lastly the ability to transform into a powerful black dragon. Her wings also give her the ability to fly, but only for a brief amount of time, and she can use them to shield herself from attacks. Evelyn's main magic however is blood magic, forbidden, evil. She has the ability to manipulate blood, whether it be her own or her victims' into physical manifestations, often with terrifying results.

|Weapon|

S T I G M A T A - While Evelyn can form her blood into many different weapons, her most commonly used is Stigmata, a razor sharp scythe that can cleave through nearly anything, including human flesh.

|Special Attacks/Defenses/Fatalities|

I Know Why Judas Wept - Slamming Stigmata into her opponent's torso with all her might, Evelyn then courses the blood through their veins to form into several nails that burst through their hands and feet, contorting their body into an agonizing pose similar to crucifixion before disemboweling them horribly from the inside and forcing them to bleed out from every orifice of their body.

Deathgrip on Yesterday - Stigmata becomes a gigantic, bloody claw that ensnares its victims, crushing the life out of them and grinding their bones into ash while slamming them around.

Monster's Ball - Evelyn triggers the attack by shattering Stigmata into several smaller blood sickles, sending them careening towards her enemy in a cloud of deadly projectiles that rip them to shreds while shooting them upwards into the sky, finally finishing them off with a giant bloody spike slamming them into the ground.

Into the Arms of Sorrow - Evelyn's defensive maneuver. Albeit painfully, her wings will sprout from her back and enshroud her body in a shield of temporary protection. However, the weaker Evelyn becomes, the less effective it is at protecting her.

Fuckyoupunctured - Evelyn forms her blood into a storm of tiny blood needles she sticks one by one into her victim, embedding them deep into their body. Once every needle is in place, she swells them with blood, often slowly, till her opponent explodes into a gory mess.

|Advantages|

Evelyn's brutal fighting style, mixed with her dark magic, makes for her to be a very intimidating presence on the battlefield. Just the mere sight of her can strike fear into the hearts of her foes, often times rendering them unable to defend against her relentless assault.

|Disadvantages|

While most of Evelyn's attacks are crushing and indeed chaotic, she is strictly a close combat specialist with maybe a few far ranged attacks, thus limiting her abilities. Also most, if not all of Evelyn's powers are controlled by anger and hatred, and the more she feels, the less of a grip she has over herself, becoming a danger to all, even to those she loves. Often, overuse of her power can weaken her due to exerting her body to great levels of stress, sometimes causing splitting headaches, fatigue, and nosebleeds.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

"Do you really want to see what's in my mind?"

|Personality|
♦ Cynical ♦ Antisocial ♦ Moody ♦ Sarcastic ♦

She mostly likes to keep to herself, but doesn't really mind speaking with others. She is easily annoyed by some people, and may come off as a total bitch, but she does have a caring side to her and will fiercely protect those she cares for. Also, Evelyn is mostly attracted to girls, but has never had the courage to ask any out. She isn't afraid to speak her mind either when she feels she needs to, and she is noted for both her sharp tongue and her bitter view of the world.

|Place of Origin|

An old, decrepit cathedral at the top of a black mountain called the Spire of Debilitas

|History|



"Some things you just don't need to know..."

Evelyn's history is a bit of a touchy subject for her. She doesn't like to bring it up, and probably never will, even given the proper circumstances. All she can tell you is her parents are an immortal blood mage and a powerful dragon, and that she was born through a ritual involving her mother being raped by the dragon then submerged in a chasm of blood for nine long months. Her only reason for being here is simple. It is simply to get away from her family and live her life free of their control.

|Personal Strengths|

None really, aside from being a proficient swordswoman, a talented musician, and her impeccable taste in music.


"Eh, I prefer chopping them in half anyways. More fun than just casting spells."

|Personal Weaknesses|

Her constant urge to drive people away from her, not to mention her volatile temper, has made her bitter and lonely. She feels she is a person undeserving of anything good, be it the love of another or just happiness in general. Often times when given the chance, Evelyn will shut herself away. It would take a brave and daring soul to even crack the shell she keeps herself hidden inside.

T R I V I A L M A T T E R S

|Extra|



"Nope, nothing else to add. Now go away before I feed you your spleen."

Well...she is allergic to cats.

|Themes|

Melancholy Mixtape - Evelyn's Normal Themes

Theme 1 - Her Face in the Moonlight

Theme 2 - Would You Kiss a Psycho?

Theme 3 - Meditate or Medicate

Theme 4 - A Book, a Girl, and a Nice Cup of Coffee

Theme 5 - Ever Go Swimming at Night?

Antennas to Hell - Evelyn's Battle Themes

Theme 1 - Carnival of Carnage

Theme 2 - Eaten Alive with Rotten Teeth

Theme 3 - Schizophrenic Ballroom

Theme 4 - Murder in the Moshpit

Theme 5 - Dragged by a Hook in Your Jaw

Theme 6 - And Her Hate Drowned the World

|Room Number|
6

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@Framing A Moose @Drakeonis

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The World of Blood Compact

@Wraithblade6@The Grey Dust
HEIL!! [°▪°]/

Descendants Reform School

@minette Awww, it's okay. I understand how much of a flustercuck life can be, especially work. I'm supposed to be getting more hours tacked on next week. I hope everything goes well for you and that you'll rp with us again someday.

Interested in some yuri? (FxF, 18+ MATURE, Free-Casual)

Bump

Dead Roads

"Please...help me..."

Harley James Whitfield

-Age-
16

-Gender-
Female

-Sexuality-
Bi-curious

-Skills-
-Horseback riding
-Some marksmanship
-Knows a good amount of first aid
-Used to go on hunting and fishing trips with her dad

-Position-
Scout

-Weapons & Equipment-
-1 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver
-1 Bowie Knife
-1 Canteen of water
-12 rounds .44 Magnum
-2 cans of baked beans
-1 roll of gauze bandage
-1 bottle of antiseptic
-1 pair of surgical scissors

-Clothing, Jewelry, Etc-

Harley's Clothes

-Personality-
Harley's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she is greatly traumatized by all that has occurred to her since the epidemic struck her hometown. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. She is friendly with everyone she meets, but due to certain circumstances, it's hard for her to trust others. Harley's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking.

-Bio-

Before the outbreak, life was simple for Harley. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, go fishing and camping at the stock pond, and go hunting with her dad on their property. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....then it happened.

News began to spread rampantly of the outbreak, cases of the virus spreading like wildfire across the U.S. At first, Harley and her folks ignored it, thinking it was just some small epidemic and that it wasn't going to hit Whitesboro any time soon, but as the days dragged on, Harley's optimism began to fade. She would see jets and helicopters and other military vehicles storming through her quiet little town and even past the ranch. Soldiers with guns and hazmat suits were stationed at her school and scanning all of the students, some Harley never seen again. It was a nightmare becoming all too real for Harley, but she was sure the virus wouldn't hit anywhere near her home, not when she lived virtually miles away from anyone....but she was wrong.

One night, when Harley could barely sleep because of the helicopters thundering over her house, she heard her mother scream. Quickly, Harley darted from her bed and to her parents' bedroom, only to discover the horrible truth. Her father had been infected and he eviscerated her mother, nothing left of her but a gory, stomach churning mess. Her father soon took after her and chased her all through the house, finally cornering her in the living room. That was when Harley had to make....the most painful decision of her life. Right as her father pounced on her, Harley quickly grabbed her dad's revolver from the open gun safe and fired frantically six shots, blood and tissue spewing all over her. Once the gunsmoke had settled.....she witnessed what she had done. She fell to her knees dropping the gun and sobbing uncontrollably over her father's disheveled corpse. Since that horrific night, Harley's traveled away from her home, seeking other survivors or at least a place to rest safely.

She took with her a small rucksack full of some essential survival items, such as a first aid kit and rations and ammo for her revolver. Most important, she took with her Riley, her favorite horse she helped raise since he was a colt, and from then on the two were inseparable....but what she took with her as well.....were the disturbing and tragic memories of that very night....the night she was forced to kill her father....

Cold, tired, weak and hungry...she finally collapsed on the steps of St. Walkers High, after such a long and harrowing journey. It was here she decided to rest for a bit. The group seems friendly enough, but Harley still has her qualms.

-Character Themes-

Hurt - By Johnny Cash

Hymn for the Missing - By Red

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"Life is just....fucked up."

Elizabeth "Liz" Kainestrom

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||Age||
17

||Gender||
Female

||Sexuality||
Lesbian

||Skills||
-Knows alot about the city streets
-Some parkour
-Knows a little bit of lockpicking
-Good endurance from running from the cops all the time
-Good with blunt weapons

||Position||
Scavenger

||Weapons & Equipment||

-1 metal crowbar "Just call me Gordon Freeman"
-1 switchblade pocket knife
-1 pack of crumpled Marlboro light cigarettes
-1 cigarette lighter
-3 lockpicks
-1 spliff for special occasions

||Clothing, Jewelry, Etc.||

Liz's Clothes

||Personality||

Cynical and often sarcastic, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana. Her antisocial behavior usually makes it difficult for her to make friends since some view her as just a hoodlum and a troublemaker. She is always lashing out against others and doesn't follow anyone's rules but her own. Despite her rough exterior however, Liz is capable of showing kindness to others. It's just a rare occasion with the girl.

||Bio||

Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from
certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to recede more and more into herself. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Elizabeth wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life.

It was rather easy for her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit.

For the next few months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Colorado. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father.

Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she picked the wrong time to do so.

The infestation was in full swing in Blackwall, all hell breaking loose around her. Liz didn't know what to do, freezing in panic at the sight of mass devastation and grisly ghoulish infected shambling around and feasting on human flesh. Soon, a zombie took after her. She ran as far as she could from it, but it quickly caught up to her, pinning her to the ground about to eat her face off. But suddenly she heard a gunshot and felt the nasty gunk of blood and brain matter spew across her face. She looked up, and nearby holding a shotgun was some chick.

"Hurry! Get in here!", the girl shouted to Liz while beckoning her towards the school building...the only safe haven. Liz made it into the building just in the nick of time, but the girl who saved her....didn't.

Since that night Liz has been stuck with this group. She's not a big fan of them, but at least there's some cute girls around.

||Character Themes||

Spanish Sahara - By Foals

At A Glance - By Message to Bears