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Hellsquad: Mercenary's who become heroes

Name: Ryan
Age: 18
Gender: Male
personality: TBR (if that's okay)
species:

Sceadugengan

A creature that usually lives in the forest, capable of shape-shifting, usually solitary (despite being able to take on any form really, their irises are pitch black) (name basically means shadow-walker)

Appearance: (his usual appearance)
Crush: Zayne
Powers:

shapeshifting

Able to change shape at will

Shadow manipulation

Able to change the shape of nearby shadows, as well as solidify them to use for offensive purposes

Lack of necessity

Basically, just him not needing most things that normal humans do... he's technically not alive, nor dead, but isn't really an undead either... it's weird...

Weapons: Shadows as well as his own body under the circumstances he changes shape to do so

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Stryder said
dude, I had it under control, that notion was not needed

Relax Stry, I was just trying to help, whether you had it under control or not, I was just hoping to reinforce that there were no harmful intentions

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Dlayeth, I've known Mina for a while, she wouldn't intentionally say "my character is stronger than yours," her intention was just to say she would do anything to get Aaron, while she did accidentally say her character was strongest, she didn't mean it

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Ryan nodded to Mason, listening to what was told. He glanced to the newcomer, seeing that Zhalia was acting friendly to her. He figured they knew who was friendly and simply returned his attention to Mason, nodding. "Alright then... What do we start with?" He glanced around the area, hoping not to see any ancient texts or large books of material he would have to read to become a hunter. He would have to be knowledgeable about the supernatural, yes, but he was simply hopeful that it wouldn't be something that would take years or anything of that sort.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Exit, my post is talking about your characters as the two he sees, if you'd prefer that not be the case, just say something (I won't be offended, I'm sure you had plans for who you'd meet up with) I can have it turn out to be two walkers instead

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Ryan crouched behind a car, his crowbar gripped tightly in his hand. He heard the slow shuffling footsteps of a walker going around the car at the small amount of noise he had just made. Crap... Alright, swing high, if I miss, try to move the momentum in a circle and make it a downward swing... He pushed off the ground with his left hand, his right wielding the weapon. As he stood and twisted, he could see the eyes and open mouth, and that was the first thing he aimed for. He smirked slightly to himself, having successfully hit his target. He pulled the crowbar from the now fully lifeless head and looked over the body in case they had anything that could help him survive longer.

Though he had been out here for a year, he had never quite matured as if it were actually an apocalyptic event. He had continued to be proud of himself for just surviving, allowing the memories of those he once knew to slip through his fingers. That was why he wanted to go to college anyway, wasn't it? To forget about his previous life? He had wanted to escape it... Now was his chance. Though, as hunger had taken him often since the 'event' he was thin, more so than he thought was healthy. Water wasn't the easiest to find either, but rivers and a little heat to clean the water was all it took to keep himself from dehydrating. He frowned and punched the dead body of what was once trying to kill him, whispering in its direction, "Damn it man... Not even a candy bar? No wonder you were so hungry..."

He sighed, looking around the area from his still crouched position. He didn't see anything nearby, but you could never take chances. He patted the arm of the dead walker before standing up slightly attempting to get a better view of the area. Ahead of the car he had been hiding behind was a small cluster of cars, seemingly in a wreck. There'd be food there, no one would leave their house for a long trip and not bring food... Gotta love other people's mistakes, huh? He walked to the driver side of the car he had just been hiding behind, checking the door to find that it was locked. No way to steal this one then, not without making a lot of noise... He frowned before setting off towards the cars in front of him, being sure to double-check his surroundings every so often in case of a walker or two.

As he got closer he noticed some slight movement, he was sure it was humanoid, maybe even two humanoids, but he wasn't sure what kind of humanoid, living or not, or even if they would be friendly if they were living. He crouched down slightly, trying to get a couple different things out of it. First hope, not be seen, on the accounts that they did see him though, he figured they'd notice the less walker-like stance and leave him be, however if they did feel the need to shoot at him, or attack him, his crouching would make him a harder target, as well as give him an option to escape. He continued to move closer while crouched, hoping to find out more about them before they noticed him, but never being quite sure that they hadn't already seen him.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Okay I guess, just didn't want to have everyone posting short stories, then have me posting around 2 paragraphs and holding the others back

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

nvm about posting, I'll wait until Stry gets in a post by Mason

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

... don't herd me... no more! (I'll read through the IC posts and get a post in in a second)

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Soon= now, post is up, sorry, I do realize now that I forgot to react to Zhalia's scales, I'll edit real fast