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@MatthiasAngel
I feel terrible
I never saw this and I'm sooooooooooo sorry >.<
if you're still interested I can do it
and since it's been a month since you posted that, I'll do it for free
Again
I'm sooooo sorry
In « Pamma » 2 mos ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Nasim Salim Malik



Character Quote/Motto


N A M E
-Nasim Salim Malik


N I C K N A M E
-Salim
-Nas
-Lim


G E N D E R
- male


A G E
- 17


A P P E A R A N C E
- athletic
-ocher toned
-deep chocolate eyes
-strong jaw
-5ft 11in
-long black hair with a few braids


P E R S O N A L I T Y / T R A I T S
-Stubborn
-friendly
-charismatic
-kind
-curious


S K I L L S
-hunting
-climbing
-cooking

B I O G R A P H Y
-Born in a small village in Alaska, Nasim is the son of a large landowner.
He is not the richest, nor is he in line to lead their tiny town, more of a tribe than a village really. He learned to farm and to hunt, excelling at the latter early on in life. His favorite was the bow, silent, swift, and easy on the prey.
You had hunters that liked to take their time, but he hunted not for sport but for necessity. His tribe waisted no food and therefore, he had never learned the art of gluttonous hunting like that in the other fifty states of his country. Sometimes he wondered if that place even existed. In their tundra land,
where grass only peeked out of snowy drifts during the warmer months, it was hard to believe that there was anything outside of his tiny home surrounded by ice and snow and unforgiving animals. This was all he knew, all he cared to know. He loved his village, its traditions, especially their legends. The stories about the fantastical beasts that lay outside of their lands. He had heard about the water creatures, the mountain Yeti's, the viscous wolf's in the woods that turned into men to sneak into their homes and steal them away. They were things that used to keep him up at night but now left him wondering into early mornings. What really lay out there?

R E L A T I O N S
—Father: Mameesh
-Mother: Latika
-Younger Sister: Aramyth

O T H E R


WIP
The first plot seems really fun. I'd love to give it a go :)
@Spud take your time! lord knows I did >.>
reply to: @Remipa Awesome


Nothing about this insane fuck scared nor intimidated the girl. His voice was beginning to grate on her nerves, even more so than they had before. Another calming breath was taken before she stepped inside, tucking the stuffed dog into the loop of her belt, keeping him close at hand for leverage. The bunker was a...decent size. It could, perhaps, fit a small family. Just from the looks of it, she couldn't tell much about it's contents. Judging by the mental state of this guy, she didn't have high hopes. Perhaps she could look it over, check out how usable it was. If so, she could crash here for a little while. She liked being alone, but a bunker was never a bad thing, far safer than roaming the woods as she had been up until now. A nice good sleep, without having to stay alert in case of attack, be it human, lurker, or animal, would be a nice change from her usual routine.

Brown eyes flicked towards the injured party, rolling as she realized that he was still yapping about her stealing his shit. "Shut up before I leave your ass outside to be eaten," she grunted, making sure he was in, eyeing his movements. She didn't need him going for her dropped weapons. Her attention shifted towards them, debating on weather or not to grab them. Lips pursed, deciding that she was better safe then sorry. One foot held the door open, hands placing her weapons back with practiced ease and efficiency. The door fell closed behind her, a hard click as bolts latched, keeping any unwanted intruders at bay. The bodies of decaying lurkers still lay across the steps, making the path in or out a pain in the ass. The air inside the bunker was thick and stale. It made the girls face scrunch beneath the mask, measured steps leading her further inside.

There were three main places of interest to her; the kitchen, the weapons cabinet, and the bathroom, not necessarily in that order. "Go sit. If you don't piss be off maybe I'll patch you up," she muttered, not even sparing the head case a glance. Her steps moved her through the space easily, only two steps before she was in the living room, the other half of the space given to the kitchenette. A doorway in front of her opened up to a long hall, three bedrooms and two bathrooms at the end of it. To the left would be a doorway, latched, that she could only assume would lead to what had been food storage, or perhaps the mechanics of the bunker. Right now she didn't care. What she needed was the weapons cabinet, smirking when she found it.

That smirk died once she began to inspect the guns, finding issues with each and every one. With a huff of anger, Ghost tossed the last firearm into the cabinet and slammed the door shut. She stomped towards the kitchen, looking through the cabinets to find the bare minimum, another annoying issue. Then she tried the water, and unsurprisingly, it didn't work. "Jesus fuck!" she grunted, whirling to glare at the injured man she'd shot with her arrow. "You aren't even worth stealing from. Waste of my fucking time," she ground out, snatching the toy from her belt and throwing it at the other dismissively. "Take your fucking toy back."

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reply to: @Spud


"Do you ever shut up?" Antonio questioned the bundle of squirming irritation in his arms. Hunter was a pain, but Antonio would admit to himself, on occasion, that he didn't mind the boy too much. It was mostly his strange obsession with getting into the older male's pants that the asian boy found odd. Seriously, who in the hell taught him this crap? He should be running around with the terribly few children in this camp, chasing bugs or climbing old busted tires, not attempting to scare a particular asian sentry and shout about how they should fornicate then and there. Seriously, there was something messed up in this over active kids mind to be saying such things. Then again, Hunter probably didn't understand the full ramifications of what he was saying...probably. At least Antonio thought that Hunter wasn't fully aware of what he was saying, er, well, more hoped that he didn't because just ew.

With a sigh the older boy set the young one down, dusting off his hands before sheathing them in his pockets. The sun was still as high as ever, lands empty as far as the eye could see. No lurkers had wandered over this way in the last few weeks, this meeting that he was called to the most action he'd gotten in nearly a month. The hope of a convoy raid, as hinted at by one attractive robot-armed female had stated, excited Antonio, and he was eager to find out the details, lay a plan and a form of attack. He loved raids, the excitement, the adrenaline. It was like a drug and he was very much addicted to it.

"Hunter, I'm not having this conversation with you. You're eight, go eat bugs or something like normal eight year olds," Antonio sighed, turning to head towards the meeting room. Of course his little 'shadow' followed right along behind him, voice a little too loud to be saying the things he was saying.

"Well I ain't no normal eight year old! I'm better! The best actually! That's why you should do me, right here, right now!" he huffed, stomping his foot in a childish fashion. He was a child after all, one that spoke of things no child should really know about until their teens. It still bothered the older one on how Hunter had even come to know anything about sex honestly.

"Hunter. Go. Home," the older grunted, steps pausing but he didn't turn. His words were hard, almost angry but did nothing to deter the young spirit behind him.

"Only if you come with me!" He stated, challenged really, with a pleased huff, small arms crossing over a small chest. Hunter was pleased with himself, his retorts and the outcome of having Antonio turn to face him to respond. He always liked Antonio's attention the best. Attention in general was pretty great, but this particular man's always left him more pleased than the other's. The naive mind didn't have a name for it, but of course it had to be love right? That was the only thing that made sense. When his father told him stories of his mother, he said that when she looked at him, nothing else in the world mattered, just her. Surely that's what he felt when Antonio looked at him, right? Right.

Little did he know that what he felt was not love, but admiration. He idolized this particular Greaser above all others, but he was too young, didn't understand, the difference between the two. Sadly, around here, no one really had the time to tell him the difference, or to correct his use of fowl language. When you spent every day protecting a compound from raids, lurkers, and had to scavenge for food and weapons, child rearing was a community effort, children not really getting to be children, at least not for long.

"No. I have a meeting," Antonio stated. He frowned when he saw those shoulders slump. He rolled his eyes, annoyed at the feeling of his chest almost ache for the boy. What a pain. Somehow in all of his incessant irritation, Hunter had wormed his way into the sentry's heart, a place of a younger brother really, an annoying, inappropriate, hassle of a younger brother, but loveable nonetheless. Kneeling before the dejected boy, Antonio offered up a compromise. "Look, after my meeting, maybe i'll take you out for shooting practice?" he suggested.

Hunter instantly perked up, smile bright and wide on his dirtied face. Antonio snorted a laugh at the sudden change in demeanor but didn't question it. As long as he didn't look like someone just kicked his dog, Antonio didn't much care. His momentary peace was called to a halt with a grubby finger shoved in his face, Hunter's voice back to its obnoxious volume.

"It's a date! You better not be late!" he shouted, face stern as if he could really give directions to the older Greaser. Another roll of his eyes but there was no counter. The older ruffled dirty brown locks, much to Hunter's pleasure, as he stood, turning back towards his intended destination. "You're gonna fall for me one day!" Hunter's voice called out to him. Antonio chuckled softly, amused by the boys persistence. Someone should really tell him the difference between admiration and adoration, for Antonio's sake. That kid was gonna kill him one day.

With that little issue resolved, Antonio stepped into the 'meeting room', more of a closet with a salvaged, rickety table, barely working ceiling light, and makeshift chairs out of anything that was sturdy enough to hold a person's weight. His eyes fell on the girl from before, head nodding in greeting before he moved over to her and plopped down on the ground next to her. His arms slung over bent knees, head leaning back against the cracked cement of the wall behind them.

"So, what'cha think s'on the truck?" he wondered, eyes sliding over to the female next to him. Meetings were only really held to plan raids, or to guard from them if they caught wind of an attack. The latter was unlikely though, so it really only left one thing to be assumed, they were hitting up a convoy of supplies headed for the Safety Zone.
UPDATE


New Posting Order



New Co-GM


Remipa has graciously accepted this position so please all play nice lol ( i don't see this being a problem).

If you have any questions feel free to ask either one of us.

I hope that this can get back on its feet as I was really excited for this rp and I know you all are too!
@Remipa Awesome
Glad you're still interested!
I've kinda been a terrible GM
I've never done this before >.>
But yup hopefully we can get this back on track!
Okay so I've made a new order with all the people pulling out
well not all
just two
but I made a new one cus i'm a bit confused as to who should go now
what with partner posts and the like

1. @SilentWriter83
2. @Spud
3. @Remipa Awesome
4. @deegee

Looking at the new list
I believe it should be @Catchphrase's turn to post
Spud can't post until I respond and well, it's not my turn lol

sorry for all the trouble and delay
>.<
@Spud pretty sure it's your post if you're still interested?
@deegeeaccepted
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