Shovel

Death, Oil & Paradise | Faction Based NRP | Banana Republic & Military Junta (with a trust)

interest

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Cheung Ji

---

The House in the Middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, Nevada

---

"Shite, shite, shite." Cheung Ji cursed under his breath as he darts toward the house atop the hill. To be honest, he is out of breath. His lung is on fire. His heart boiled. His muscles tensed, and his skin is having goosebumps on goosebumps. For despite being a "survivalist" for more than half a month now, he wasn't very keen on staying in shape per se, often spending more time reading and collecting various goods on his way. But, he wasn't keen on the idea of stopping for breaths either. The limited experiences between him and the mist are not exactly something worth remembering, with him usually hiding in some corner while waiting for the horror to go over. And there is no good hiding place except for the house. So, using all his strength, he ran.

He passed over the three that just arrive in a car. And almost barreling into the living room had he not hold himself against the doorframe to stop the momentum. Even then, he wasn't relieved. Not because the room was filled with strangers, they can kill each other later, but because the mist was here. Its scarlet color promised blood to be spilled. And Cheung wasn't ready for his blood to spill. So, gulping for breaths, he moved himself to one of the corners, where he coincidentally placed behind the girl holding a golf club and the duo who are taking care of an injured.

Perhaps this is where he should stand by the girl's side. Perhaps this is where he should hold his ax and protect the women. Perhaps this is where his morals would win and he will be a hero. Thankfully, it is his fear that is in control. So god be damned and so are these women. Holding the fire ax across his chest, Cheung slowly placed his flashlight on the floor, making sure that the light is directed toward the window.

"God. Just let me live..." Cheung Ji muttered under his breath, tracing imaginary figures in the blood mist like a fisherman in the open sea.

What is the Strangest Thing That You've Done for an RP?

Price of soaps and daily groceries for a normal family during a victorian era.

🌞 F O R G O T T E N R E A L M S 🌙 ~Darkest Horizon~ (INTEREST GATHERING)

@Scrivener Actually one question in regard to religion in your Rp, what god would you said is trickery god for Goliath?

🌞 F O R G O T T E N R E A L M S 🌙 ~Darkest Horizon~ (INTEREST GATHERING)

Interested as well.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Cheung Ji

---

♬ I walk the lonely road, the only the one that I could ever walk
Don't know where it goes ... but there is only me with my broken heart ♬

Humming "The Lonely Road" by Green days for the umpteenth times of the day, Cheung Ji continued to trailing down the asphalt road, scavenging for some leftovers from the nearby cars. He needs foods and oil and stuffs to trade, stuffs that people would usually forget when the mists hit. Already and he had made quite some progress, two bottles of water, a bag of Takis, and some texas cinnamon buns. The expiring date for the texas cinnamon buns are maybe 3 days late but it is nothing. He had worse before. Promising for a new day, Cheung thinks while shoving the foods into his bag.

Still, there are vehicles that he wouldn't dare to scavenge due to a lack of people. Flipped cars, cars with burning smells, cars with something resembled a humanoid in them. Especially cars with corpses in them. Cheung Ji had heard of weird noises when the night comes, so who knows if those corpses gonna bite him and give him AIDS or turn him into zombies or something. So with those cars crossed out, there are still quite a few that he can scout.

But just as he was about to scavenge a white ford, the one that those child kidnappers usually use, for some extra rations, a noise rose from the top of the hill. Given normal circumstances, it would have been eaten out by the sounds of vehicles coming back and forth on this street. But these days aren't under normal circumstances now. Everyone is wack and the gas station is either burn to the ground or out of fuels. Everyone is dangerous and has guns. And if binging the Walking Dead series had taught him anything, it is that people are going to hurt you. Not Rick though. He is the protagonist.

So picking up his bag from the sidewalk and positioning his fire ax into a more comfortable grip, Cheung Ji decided to discover the source of this disturbance. If it is one of those marauders on TV, he had times to run. His "house" is only 2 miles down this road anyway. So it is better if he had some ideas for what is happening in the area. Or, if it is even better, he could trade some goods for some shaving soaps. Cheung thinks, his hands run over the prickling new mustache that is slowly forming around his upper lip.

"Yeah. Let's do this."

How to stop a war - a 5e dnd adventure

Well, sign me up. Interested.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Cheung Ji

Cheung Ji

╚══════════════╝

"I finally get six packs. Six packs of Starvation!"

[ 19 | 5'11 | Asian mix | He/Him | 163lbs ]

[Afloat]

APPEARANCE

"God I need a haircut."

Standing close to six feet and weighed around 220 lbs, you would not associating Cheung of half a month ago to the current Cheung. First off, he was a much chubbier person. He would slouch a lot, frowned a lot, sighed a lot. He would never groom his mustache, insisting on letting it untouched for as long as he shall live. Perhaps the only nice thing back then was the shortness of his hair. It makes him a bit tougher.

But, you can say that the mist changed a lot of things for a person. Cheung isn't that chubby anymore. It's kinda hard to remain chubby when you have nothing to eat for 3 days straight anyway. His mustache is now gone. His hair is uncomfortably long. And while we are on the note of noteworthy features, add the missing of pinky and ring finger of the right hand to the list. On the plus side, he has six abs now. Still, his fashion is the same as before. His wardrobe consisted of nothing more than cold colors jeans, black jackets, and grey to mossy green long-sleeves shirt. There are some shorts here and there, but the occasions where he can be seen with them are few. Even California's heat and the mist can't strip him from his favorite black jacket, mossy long sleeve shirt, and brown khaki combo.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I thought I could do everything to stay alive. Turn out, I can't.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ It was all about surviving during the first few days. But then, it turns into helping others to stay alive.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If he can't be there when they need him, he can be the alleviation for their suffering. A can of food. A helping hands.

SECRETS ⫻ He could have save her, his roommate. But he left her to die behind the door while he hid in fear.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexuality

FEARS ⫻ He is really afraid of pain. He can't imagine how loud would he yell or how much pain he would endure before death come. So avoiding pain is the first priority.

QUIRKS ⫻ He always scratches his head when he is embarrassed.

FLAWS ⫻ [Hypocrite]: Cheung likes to judge people based on his impeccable scales. But, when things come to shove, Cheung will likely hide better than a rabbit.

BACKSTORY

"Well, I leave. Close the door and all that."

Perhaps, when standing from an outsider viewpoint, Cheung is your average Chinese ascendant child. Great at Math, ace his AP test, having his dream job as an engineer. Perhaps having one or two accomplishments during his early times, competing in a few STEM competitions,... Nothing really stands out in a sea of already standout people.

And that makes Cheung disappointed.

Cheung felt that his life was somewhat of a mistake when he was born. He was born into a family of six, and a contestant for the next "head-figure" of the family. As such, he was pampered with loves and unnecessary adorations from the adults. His grandfather played favorite games with Cheung's other cousin. His grandma loves him more than she will ever love his sisters. His father speaks with this kind of knowledge as if Cheung would overcome some great tasks in his life. And his mother always speaks of making his own decision. But this only devastated the child more when he compared himself to the more accomplished peers.

Cheung feels lost. He didn't know what to do. What to make out of it. He feels that this unfair treating should stop, but he doesn't know whether he should speak out or do something about it. And this loss of direction and self-control sparks anger inside him. He thinks that he should be scolded for his failure, that he should learn something. But no one sees that. No one helped.

He associated his loss to his family. If they have not pampered him so much, showered him with praises for everything he achieved and give him more praises even when he failed, perhaps he would not be so lost.

So, he just learned his best and yeeted himself out of New York. He went as far as he can. He took extra jobs to make sure he will never be free enough to come back. And when the mist came, when everyone tried to make a run for their home, Cheung hunkered down in his room, queued for another round and just suffered the first night in solitude.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Just in case I can't find a job."

[Electricity class]⫻ Cheung knows how to read the electricity diagram (the simple one). He has the basic concept of how electricity works and normal circuitry. He has no idea how to fix a generator, but he can be trustworthy enough to change a lightbulb.

[Police code]⫻ Not the computer, although those are kind of useless these days. As a matter of fact, Cheung knows most of the common police codes due to his community service officer's background.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"I have some spare shampoo that you can use."

• Shampoo, toothbrush
• Tampons (Pack of 7): Good for trading
• 1 Fire axe
• Canned food: 7 cans
• 2 days clothes
• 2 packs of Camel cigarettes
• 1 Maglite flashlight
• 1 Fire ignitor (half-filled)
• A screwdriver + wrench
• 1 rolls of toilet papers

OTHER

"I'm really sorry."

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

@Ghost Note

Cheung Ji

Cheung Ji

╚══════════════╝

"I finally get six packs. Six packs of Starvation!"

[ 19 | 5'11 | Asian mix | He/Him | 163lbs ]

[Afloat]

APPEARANCE

"God I need a haircut."

Standing close to six feet and weighed around 220 lbs, you would not associating Cheung of half a month ago to the current Cheung. First off, he was a much chubbier person. He would slouch a lot, frowned a lot, sighed a lot. He would never groom his mustache, insisting on letting it untouched for as long as he shall live. Perhaps the only nice thing back then was the shortness of his hair. It makes him a bit tougher.

But, you can say that the mist changed a lot of things for a person. Cheung isn't that chubby anymore. It's kinda hard to remain chubby when you have nothing to eat for 3 days straight anyway. His mustache is now gone. His hair is uncomfortably long. And while we are on the note of noteworthy features, add the missing of pinky and ring finger of the right hand to the list. On the plus side, he has six abs now. Still, his fashion is the same as before. His wardrobe consisted of nothing more than cold colors jeans, black jackets, and grey to mossy green long-sleeves shirt. There are some shorts here and there, but the occasions where he can be seen with them are few. Even California's heat and the mist can't strip him from his favorite black jacket, mossy long sleeve shirt, and brown khaki combo. But, these days, he had

PSYCHOLOGY

"I thought I could do everything to stay alive. Turn out, I can't.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ It was all about surviving during the first few days. But then, it turns into helping others to stay alive.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If he can't be there when they need him, he can be the alleviation for their suffering. A can of food. A helping hands.

SECRETS ⫻ He could have save her, his roomate. But he leave to die behind the door while he hid in fear.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexuality

FEARS ⫻ He is really afraid of pain. He can't imagine how loud would he yell or how much pain he would endure before death come. So avoiding pain is the first priority.

QUIRKS ⫻ He always scratches his head when he is embarrassed.

FLAWS ⫻ [Hypocrite]: Cheung likes to judge people based on his impeccable scales. But, when things come to shove, Cheung will likely hide better than a rabbit.

BACKSTORY

"Well, I leave. Close the door and all that."

Perhaps, when standing from an outsider viewpoint, Cheung is your average Chinese ascendant child. Great at Math, ace his AP test, having his dream job as an engineer. Perhaps having one or two accomplishments during his early times, competing in a few STEM competitions,... Nothing really stands out in a sea of already standout people.

And that makes Cheung disappointed.

Cheung felt that his life was somewhat of a mistake when he was born. He was born into a family of six, and a contestant for the next "head-figure" of the family. As such, he was pampered with loves and unnecessary adorations from the adults. His grandfather played favorite games with Cheung's other cousin. His grandma loves him more than she will ever love his sisters. His father speaks with this kind of knowledge as if Cheung would overcome some great tasks in his life. And his mother always speaks of making his own decision. But this only devastated the child more when he compared himself to the more accomplished peers.

Cheung feels lost. He didn't know what to do. What to make out of it. He feels that this unfair treating should stop, but he doesn't know whether he should speak out or do something about it. And this loss of direction and self-control sparks anger inside him. He thinks that he should be scolded for his failure, that he should learn something. But no one sees that. No one helped.

He associated his loss to his family. If they have not pampered him so much, showered him with praises for everything he achieved and give him more praises even when he failed, perhaps he would not be so lost.

So, he just learned his best and yeeted himself out of New York. He went as far as he can. He took extra jobs to make sure he will never be free enough to come back. And when the mist came, when everyone tried to make a run for their home, Cheung hunkered down in his room, queued for another round and just suffered the first night in solitude.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Just in case I can't find a job."

[Electricity class]⫻ Cheung knows how to read the electricity diagram (the simple one). He has the basic concept of how electricity works and normal circuitry. He has no idea how to fix a generator, but he can be trustworthy enough to change a lightbulb.

[Police code]⫻ Not the computer, although those are kind of useless these days. As a matter of fact, Cheung knows most of the common police codes due to his community service officer's background.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"I have some spare shampoo that you can use."

• Shampoo, toothbrush
• Tampons (Pack of 7): Good for trading
• 1 Fire axe
• Canned food: 7 cans
• 2 days clothes
• 2 packs of Camel cigarettes
• 1 Maglite flashlight
• 1 Fire ignitor (half-filled)
• A screwdriver + wrench
• 1 rolls of toilet papers

OTHER

"I'm really sorry."

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

@Zitacamron95It's alright. Thank you and have fun with the campaign.