Question? When does the RP start? Like are we waiting for a few more people or something else?
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The Real Shoe Thief
STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 5 yrs ago
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Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .
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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!
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Ashley: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Hunter: *Attempting to disarm bomb using a kitchen knife* "Pft, Of course I do." *Bomb starts beeping* "...More or less."
Hunter: *Attempting to disarm bomb using a kitchen knife* "Pft, Of course I do." *Bomb starts beeping* "...More or less."
@themadhatter420
Awesome!
Awesome!
Name: Hunter Monroe
Appearance:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Where you from?: A small country town in NY state.
Personality: Hunter is someone who respects people for the actions they preform. He is a practical thinker and likes to think things out, this does not mean he always does though. He is normally very trusting of people, but once any form of trust is lost he treats all as potential enemies.
Back Story:
Hunter served a short time in the national guard, and by short he made it through basic training before a training accident sent him home. He lived at home with his younger sister who took care of him until he was well enough to start working again. He soon took up a job at a local book store, he didn't know much on books but he learned how to find things in them. Which for him was kinda dull.
He was at work when things started getting bad, he's heard reports on the TV but nothing really. When his manager didn't come in, or the substitute manager then he knew something was a bit off, plus half the rest the staff was gone. So it was really him and one other person. Well watching TV waiting for customers to come in he heard a shot, he was use to gun shots, everyone in his town either Hunted or did target shooting. But a firearm going off In town? That made him question something. He heard another one, but this one went through the stores window. After he took cover one of the infected crawled its way inside, He ran out the back door to his truck and back to his sisters house.
Getting home he had no luck finding his sister, her car was home but she was no where in sight, He tried going into town again but every time he tried it seemed things were worse. He would wait in the house for 3 weeks for her to come home. With out luck or food he was forced to move on. He gathered some supplies he did have and started on the road.
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Other: He is always hoping to meet up with his sister again, though he has accepted the fact that she is more then likely dead. He still has a slight limp from the accident in basic training, He's able to run with it but if he isn't paying attention he will do a slight limp with out noticing it.
Appearance:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Where you from?: A small country town in NY state.
Personality: Hunter is someone who respects people for the actions they preform. He is a practical thinker and likes to think things out, this does not mean he always does though. He is normally very trusting of people, but once any form of trust is lost he treats all as potential enemies.
Back Story:
Hunter served a short time in the national guard, and by short he made it through basic training before a training accident sent him home. He lived at home with his younger sister who took care of him until he was well enough to start working again. He soon took up a job at a local book store, he didn't know much on books but he learned how to find things in them. Which for him was kinda dull.
He was at work when things started getting bad, he's heard reports on the TV but nothing really. When his manager didn't come in, or the substitute manager then he knew something was a bit off, plus half the rest the staff was gone. So it was really him and one other person. Well watching TV waiting for customers to come in he heard a shot, he was use to gun shots, everyone in his town either Hunted or did target shooting. But a firearm going off In town? That made him question something. He heard another one, but this one went through the stores window. After he took cover one of the infected crawled its way inside, He ran out the back door to his truck and back to his sisters house.
Getting home he had no luck finding his sister, her car was home but she was no where in sight, He tried going into town again but every time he tried it seemed things were worse. He would wait in the house for 3 weeks for her to come home. With out luck or food he was forced to move on. He gathered some supplies he did have and started on the road.
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Other: He is always hoping to meet up with his sister again, though he has accepted the fact that she is more then likely dead. He still has a slight limp from the accident in basic training, He's able to run with it but if he isn't paying attention he will do a slight limp with out noticing it.
Wasn't sure if this was an RP where the character sheet had to go in here first or not so I'll post it here and transfer it if it gets accepted.
Name: Hunter Monroe
Appearance:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Where you from?: A small country town in NY state.
Personality: Hunter is someone who respects people for the actions they preform. He is a practical thinker and likes to think things out, this does not mean he always does though. He is normally very trusting of people, but once any form of trust is lost he treats all as potential enemies.
Back Story:
Hunter served a short time in the national guard, and by short he made it through basic training before a training accident sent him home. He lived at home with his younger sister who took care of him until he was well enough to start working again. He soon took up a job at a local book store, he didn't know much on books but he learned how to find things in them. Which for him was kinda dull.
He was at work when things started getting bad, he's heard reports on the TV but nothing really. When his manager didn't come in, or the substitute manager then he knew something was a bit off, plus half the rest the staff was gone. So it was really him and one other person. Well watching TV waiting for customers to come in he heard a shot, he was use to gun shots, everyone in his town either Hunted or did target shooting. But a firearm going off In town? That made him question something. He heard another one, but this one went through the stores window. After he took cover one of the infected crawled its way inside, He ran out the back door to his truck and back to his sisters house.
Getting home he had no luck finding his sister, her car was home but she was no where in sight, He tried going into town again but every time he tried it seemed things were worse. He would wait in the house for 3 weeks for her to come home. With out luck or food he was forced to move on. He gathered some supplies he did have and started on the road.
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Other: He is always hoping to meet up with his sister again, though he has accepted the fact that she is more then likely dead. He still has a slight limp from the accident in basic training, He's able to run with it but if he isn't paying attention he will do a slight limp with out noticing it.
Name: Hunter Monroe
Appearance:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Where you from?: A small country town in NY state.
Personality: Hunter is someone who respects people for the actions they preform. He is a practical thinker and likes to think things out, this does not mean he always does though. He is normally very trusting of people, but once any form of trust is lost he treats all as potential enemies.
Back Story:
Hunter served a short time in the national guard, and by short he made it through basic training before a training accident sent him home. He lived at home with his younger sister who took care of him until he was well enough to start working again. He soon took up a job at a local book store, he didn't know much on books but he learned how to find things in them. Which for him was kinda dull.
He was at work when things started getting bad, he's heard reports on the TV but nothing really. When his manager didn't come in, or the substitute manager then he knew something was a bit off, plus half the rest the staff was gone. So it was really him and one other person. Well watching TV waiting for customers to come in he heard a shot, he was use to gun shots, everyone in his town either Hunted or did target shooting. But a firearm going off In town? That made him question something. He heard another one, but this one went through the stores window. After he took cover one of the infected crawled its way inside, He ran out the back door to his truck and back to his sisters house.
Getting home he had no luck finding his sister, her car was home but she was no where in sight, He tried going into town again but every time he tried it seemed things were worse. He would wait in the house for 3 weeks for her to come home. With out luck or food he was forced to move on. He gathered some supplies he did have and started on the road.
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Other: He is always hoping to meet up with his sister again, though he has accepted the fact that she is more then likely dead. He still has a slight limp from the accident in basic training, He's able to run with it but if he isn't paying attention he will do a slight limp with out noticing it.
@Destinyfailhorror17
If you decide to post great! If not I get it, RPs run slow at times, Hopefully this one can kick back up or go through a reboot (Again). Sorry for not being active for a bunch of it.
If you decide to post great! If not I get it, RPs run slow at times, Hopefully this one can kick back up or go through a reboot (Again). Sorry for not being active for a bunch of it.
Remember when I said you guys broke Hank? Ya... he's not only broken but the warranty doesn't cover the damage you guys did to his head.
Things are going to get good >:3
Things are going to get good >:3
Hank walked through the base, lost. He didn't know what to do with himself, Help SOLDIER defend from the vampires? The same SOLDIER who failed to protect his family. Or go after the two vampires and learn more about what he is, who he is, why things are the way they are?
Hank didn't make it far past the hordes of corpses before he stopped. There blood was still fresh... He was feeling weak... But strong... He was trying to resist... but how?
He could feel every instinct in his body telling him he wanted that blood... No... Needed! He needed it. He couldn't live with out it. He would be nothing with out it.
Hank sprinted over to one of the dead SOLDIER agents. He stood over the dead body for a few moments, not sure what to do. Then he blacked out, When he woke he felt powerful, like he could take on an army, then he looked at his hands, they were soaked red. Blood was all over his outfit, all over his hands, all over his face, he could see the blood on his face with out looking in a reflection. Then he turned around, he turned around to see about half a dozen dead SOLDIER agents. Fresh bodies too... Too fresh to be from the initial attack... and pale... even more pale then Hank was. "Oh my god... No... No... No no no no." he had finally become the thing he hated most, a monster.
Hank didn't make it far past the hordes of corpses before he stopped. There blood was still fresh... He was feeling weak... But strong... He was trying to resist... but how?
He could feel every instinct in his body telling him he wanted that blood... No... Needed! He needed it. He couldn't live with out it. He would be nothing with out it.
Hank sprinted over to one of the dead SOLDIER agents. He stood over the dead body for a few moments, not sure what to do. Then he blacked out, When he woke he felt powerful, like he could take on an army, then he looked at his hands, they were soaked red. Blood was all over his outfit, all over his hands, all over his face, he could see the blood on his face with out looking in a reflection. Then he turned around, he turned around to see about half a dozen dead SOLDIER agents. Fresh bodies too... Too fresh to be from the initial attack... and pale... even more pale then Hank was. "Oh my god... No... No... No no no no." he had finally become the thing he hated most, a monster.
@Kojashi28
Alright, it's no big deal either way.
Alright, it's no big deal either way.
@czechmate46
Hunter looked at the hatchet and smiled. "This thing? I had a lot of practice. I found the shotgun here about 3 weeks into this mess in one of the apartments. My truck though already had some tools in it, so it was a choice between this, a hammer, or some screw drivers. Hatchet seemed more badass. So I practiced and got decent." He finished packing his bag. "If you want the gun feel free to keep it, I have another one back at my place. Which reminds me you need a safe place? My floor is completely clear." Hunter was in need of people he could trust, He had met only a few people who haven't tried to kill him since this started. All dead now. He walked behind the counter, sometimes they had neat things there. "I have a mix of everything. Weapons, food, water, Even some junk food, everyone was so busy looting the canned goods they left behind the treats. Sure you get sick of them after eating them for a week but give it another week and you will be fine." He looked at the bag of medicine. "Well everything except meds, unless you have arthritis, then I have you covered. Prescription and all."
Hunter looked at the hatchet and smiled. "This thing? I had a lot of practice. I found the shotgun here about 3 weeks into this mess in one of the apartments. My truck though already had some tools in it, so it was a choice between this, a hammer, or some screw drivers. Hatchet seemed more badass. So I practiced and got decent." He finished packing his bag. "If you want the gun feel free to keep it, I have another one back at my place. Which reminds me you need a safe place? My floor is completely clear." Hunter was in need of people he could trust, He had met only a few people who haven't tried to kill him since this started. All dead now. He walked behind the counter, sometimes they had neat things there. "I have a mix of everything. Weapons, food, water, Even some junk food, everyone was so busy looting the canned goods they left behind the treats. Sure you get sick of them after eating them for a week but give it another week and you will be fine." He looked at the bag of medicine. "Well everything except meds, unless you have arthritis, then I have you covered. Prescription and all."
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