The Kraken

Avatar: A New Cycle (Reboot)

Sorry for not having my first post up yet, I've been a little sick and been trying to play catch up. It will be up tomorrow.

Sacred World (Engel x The Kraken)

Kasai proceeded to sit rather uncomfortably while the conversation shifted. The assumption she had been garnering that things had so far went well was soon beginning to change in her mind, and she hoped that it was not reflected on her face. There was clearly tension between Avani and her cousin, and after Kasai saw Avani's reaction to the upcoming story, she felt terrible for ever suggesting such a tale be brought up.

Kasai nodded occasionally and listened actively as Jaya told the story, but found her laughter to be a little obnoxious following the conclusion of the story. It didn't seem to be too terribly embarrassing from Kasai's point of view, but clearly it upset Avani. Still, she nodded and found it amusing to imagine a tiny version of Avani confessing a crush to a table full of mourning family members. Maybe these type of stories always feel worse from the other side. Perhaps Avani would get the same opportunity one day with Kasai's parents, who knows.

"Sounds like quite the story." Kasai said, giving Avani a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Funny how much children actually understand that adults usually dismiss." What was that saying? Children were like drunk adults? Brutally honest and naive all at the same time.

"They must have been quite the handful, though. I grew up an only child, and any cousins of mine I did not see very often." It was true, her parents being in Republic City and the majority of her mother's family living back in the Fire Nation meant that family visits were kept to a minimum. In fact, they never left the City. Kasai didn't know why, but it was a rare occasion that a cousin or uncle would show up in town and they would have a get-together. As for her father's family, he was an orphan. Kasai and her mother were all he had.

"I respect the large family unit though, almost wish I had had more family when I was growing up. Might've allowed me to have a little more fun when I was a kid." It was no secret that Kasai was a little too serious at times. Well, that may be in part due to having no companions other than a pet deerdog as a child. She was a little envious of the big family concept, having so many loved ones around you all the time. Then again, she was content with just she and her parents.

Rotten Masks

@The KrakenSo the psycho meets the paranoid, should be fun

@Amelian Draco

It would appear so. Will try to have a post up tonight but I've been a little sick today, definitely will be up tomorrow at the latest though.

Rotten Masks

Put put put put put put put.
BANG. POP. BANG.

The shots rang out like a nostalgic Fourth of July celebration. Flashes of red and blue filled the sky, causing Kennedy to reminisce about the days of old when she would run about the streets with a sparkler in one hand and a party popper in the other, the hot July night causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stick to her with just the slightest coating of sweat as a cool breeze would run through the plains.

Another crack of a firework brought her back to this reality. The one where she could turn into a tiger or a mutant or a fucking T-Rex for that matter, and the one where the dead walked the streets as the living once did. The AR resting comfortably in her hands reminded her that they were a part of a different world now, one that hopefully had more survivors than the few that had been hold up in this casino.

She did as the others were tasked to do, cautiously acting as a scout or rescue unit in the delightful event that Bushwhacker's little explosive display had drawn the attention of anyone else around the City that had managed to survive. Kennedy could already hear the moans and grunts of the zombies beginning to get agitated by the loud blasts above. The black rifle in her hands was steadily brought to her shoulder as she stepped forward, ready to fight whatever may come her way.

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BANG. POP. BANG.

The sudden detonations shook Liam from the sleep that he had ever so briefly fallen into. From the sixth floor of a now abandoned apartment complex, he jolted awake and in one swift motion raised the 9mm that had been resting in his palms to scan the immediate area for any threats. An unnatural glow came flowing in from the windows of the apartment he had taken refuge in, casting an eerie aura across the young man's exhausted face. Dark bags now lay underneath eyes that once held a bright green glow, and a dark shadow of facial hair was taking over a face that used to hold a clean shaven and sharply chiseled jaw. The glow from the fireworks outside almost made the man look like he belonged with the crowd of undead out in the streets.

Blinking several times to clear his vision, Liam was finally able to read what the bright words spelled out across the sky before they disappeared into a faint glowing shadow across the star spangled sky. Survivors? It made him skeptical, especially considering the amount of trouble they had gone through to draw attention not only to themselves, but to every zombie likely within a five mile radius. Still, he was running low on supplies and he was unfamiliar with the area. He had to leave his truck behind some miles back in a horde situation, and now traveling by foot, he didn't see a better option.

Cautiously, he checked that his pistol clip was full and that his second clip was ready to go before he grabbed his pack and headed for the fire escape. The road was beginning to almost churn with zombie activity, a few well placed shots from the first level of the fire escape cleared the way enough for Liam to hit the pavement with a clear path and a running start towards the source of the fireworks show.

Rotten Masks

Kennedy Montgomery

Name:
Kennedy “Kenny” Montgomery

Hero/Villain Name:
Freeform

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Kennedy has tanned skin that shows the native Cherokee blood she acquired from her mother’s side of the family, giving her a soft glow that halos her year-round. Accompanying the permanent tan is dark brown hair of the devil’s cake variety, falling in long waves past her shoulders and cascading to the middle of her back. Kenny’s jaw is sharp and her chin is square, with grey eyes that sit above high cheekbones. She stands at a moderate 5’5”, weighing in at a muscular 135lbs thanks to years of physical activity.

Costume Description:
Kennedy was never fond of the idea of needing to wear a costume, but when it came down to it, she settled on a grey and orange spandex suit (albeit cliché) for the suits ability to change shape when she did so as well. Her face was covered with an orange mask, and her feet left without shoes. The less restriction she had, the easier she could transform.

Powers/Unique Traits:

Shapeshifting: The power to transform and reshape the form of one's body.

Athletic Proficiency: A lifetime of sports turned into a professional career and coaching has resulted in Kennedy having an excellent physique and hand-eye coordination. This skill, developed with multiple team and individual sports, contributes to the ability to think and respond quickly to a constantly changing environment.

Archery: An odd and perhaps little known skill in today’s society of AR’s and Sigs, Kennedy has training with compound and traditional bows thanks to her mother’s persistent nagging about being involved in tribal activities.

Personality:
Pre-outbreak found Kennedy on better times. She was naturally a cheery girl, with an excited spirit and unnaturally optimistic outlook on the world. Not a care in the world crossed her mind, she lived for the moment and wanted to take on the world. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and family, and had her entire future planned out ahead of her in great detail. She saw the good in everything, everyone, and was always willing to help those in need.

Post-outbreak, Kennedy has turned more cynical and sarcastic. The eternal optimism that she once held has now been replaced by a bleak sliver of hope that she holds onto with everything she has in her. While her extreme loyalty has not faltered, the amount of trust it takes to earn that loyalty has increased exponentially. Kennedy still sees it as her duty to help those trying to survive this grim situation, but she isn’t as gratified by her actions as she once was.

Mental State: Kennedy has maintained a fair amount of sanity. The biggest hit to her mentally has been on her personality, not her cognitive ability. She holds onto the hope of pulling through, the hope of a future, which seems to keep her from going insane. For now…

Bio:
Pre-Outbreak: Kennedy grew up in southeastern Kansas, born to an Okie pipeliner from Tulsa and a Cherokee woman from small-town Coffeyville Kansas. The family settled in Wichita after her father found a job with an oil company and her mother with the city. They had the stereotypical southern family life, momma and daddy worked while Kennedy went to school. It was early on when Kennedy was introduced to the sport of soccer. At first, she was a little skeptical. After all, it isn’t exactly the most common sport around the Midwest. Plus, for a tomboy like Kennedy, she’d rather be playing football with the boys. However, it didn’t take her long to settle in on the pitch, taking to the grass like she was born to be there. This passion followed her all the way into high school, where puberty was kind to her and suddenly all those boy-friends wanted to be boyfriends.

She used sports to make her hardworking parents proud, and to pave a way for the future that she knew they had planned for her. It took a lot of hard work and time, and even a move to the big City so that she could spend the last two years of high school playing on one of the best club teams in the state, but she earned herself a scholarship to play at the University of Kansas. Sports had given her so much in her life already that Kennedy decided to make a career out of it. Majoring in Sports Science and Education, she graduated four years later and, after a brief stint in Europe as a professional player, she returned home to become a high school coach.

She landed a job at Shawnee Mission North High School in Kansas City, and began her coaching career there.
It was only a year after that when she began to experience a change with the onset of her newfound powers. While some turned villain, it followed with her natural disposition to use her new abilities to help people. It was odd at first, but she soon grew comfortable in her changing skin and was even comfortable with the attention it brought upon her, the satisfaction she gained from helping and being heralded as a “hero” meant the little girl from Kansas made something of herself after all.

Post-Outbreak: After the outbreak of the virus, Kennedy did everything she could to help, along with the others of her kind. It was difficult, though. The entire country was in a frenzy, and it became harder and harder to determine who to help as man turned against man in favor of survivor of the fittest. With no discernable direction to take, Kennedy decided to pursue her own self-interest as well. After all, she hadn’t been able to make contact with her folks since the first signs of the rabid things in the state… But, that little voice in the back of her head was still there even after she had decided that it was every man for themselves. She couldn’t turn her back on these people, especially not in KC. She might not trust everyone, but that didn’t mean she was going to leave them to the beasts, either.

Liam Karston

Name:
Liam Karston

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
A traditional military “high and tight” haircut shapes a head of light brown hair. His jaw is square and sharp, with a broad nose and thick lips. His face used to be kept clean shaven, but in the few weeks since the outbreak, he’s found little time to find a razor and mirror, resulting in a fair amount of dark scruff accumulating around his face. He has green eyes that have a swirling of teal about the edges, just enough to give him a twinge of brightness to warrant a second glance. Liam stands at 6 foot even, broad shoulders and moderately muscular limbs to keep him from looking too lanky.

Unique Traits:
ROTC Training: Liam has experience as a college ROTC Officer. While this doesn’t qualify him as having full military experience, he does have basic knowledge gained through the two years of training he did with the Naval program.

Personality:
Pre-Outbreak Liam fell in line as a young man in need of guidance. His personality was dominated by a troubled childhood that followed him into adulthood. While this caused him to act primarily depressed and see little good in hardly anything, there was a part of him that still remained soft and kind behind a calloused exterior. This is the reason for him joining the ROTC program, his personality demanded a sense of purpose and leadership. After joining the ROTC, he began to refine himself into a better young man. He developed a better sense of responsibility, action, and leadership.

Post-Outbreak was where everything that had been revealed for Liam had nearly been lost. He has reverted back to being withdrawn and untrusting of others. Even in the few weeks since everything has gone to hell, he has lost almost all the progress he has made to come out of his shell. He rarely speaks, and that’s if he even finds another survivor to speak to. The part of him that still believes in leadership and honor helps those he comes across, but the other half sees him slipping away in the shadows at the first chance.

Mental State: Almost to the point of paranoia or schizophrenia, his reluctance to trust others and keeping only to himself have caused a smoldering mental breakdown. Paired with his youth and the amount of shit he has seen, he is slowly withering away.

Bio:
Pre-Outbreak: Liam was born in the small town of Walker, Louisiana. He would like very much to say he had a normal childhood of little league football, family vacations to the beach, and a dog named Winston. Sadly, that wasn’t how it went for him. His father was a drunk and abusive bastard, and his mother, bless her heart, had to pop any pill she could find just to keep from being conscious enough to remember all the shit Liam’s father did to the both of them. The poor boy had the unfortunate luck of being the man’s punching bag when the whiskey hit him too hard after a long day. He lived like this until he was 11, when someone finally reported it and he was taken away by the State.

It was then that he was taken to the Big Easy, placed into a foster home in New Orleans where he would spend the rest of his childhood hopping in and out of foster homes around the city. He eventually finished high school, and had somehow managed to keep on top of his studies and get out on his own and make it to college. It was here that he remained withdrawn and callous, going to parties and slipping up a few times with the law until his advisor suggested the ROTC program for him. Liam had never had a steady figure in his life, and he didn’t think he needed one, either. Still, it provided another couple thousand dollars’ worth of scholarships just for enrolling, so he took it up. Much to his surprise, it was just what he needed. The training and discipline forced upon him caused him to change his ways, and it really helped him. He came out of his shell and became a more social and respectable young man, looking towards his senior year to earn his degree in Psychology.

Post-Outbreak: Liam was just seeing things in a better light when everything seemed to crumble around him. Granted, he didn’t have any family to lose to this vile plague, but the little he did care about was soon lost as the few friends he did have were soon turned into walking freaks that had to have their heads blown off. The first few days, he barricaded himself in the barracks at his university, but when his best friend knocked at the door, beckoning for him to let him in he had no choice but to tear down and allow it. Little did he know, his friend had been bitten, and was in the first stages of turning. Confused and deranged, he begged Liam to help him. It took every ounce of courage he had to take the Sig from his hip and place it to his best friends head, pulling the trigger.

The sound of that shot echoed throughout his mind for the next week as he wandered aimlessly. At first, he gathered all the supplies he could and shoved them into his truck, heading out of the city he had grown to love and driving with no purpose. Luckily for him, he was able to raid the ROTC supplies before heading out, carrying plenty of ammunition and rations with him. Eventually, he found himself in Kansas. How? He did not know. His truck was bloodied on the front from plowing through hordes when he didn’t have it in him to spare a bullet, and his face now carried a tired and ghostly look about it. For the last week or so, he’s been wandering about Kansas City, just trying to survive.

Avatar: A New Cycle (Reboot)

Kieran

Kieran Jong | 23 | Earth

Birthplace: Republic City

Backstory (Optional): Kieran was born in Republic City to an earthbending mother and a nonbending, water tribe native father. He grew up with a decent life, his father worked as a chef and his mother was a police officer. Kieran himself got into the normal amount of mischief as a kid, of course his mother's status as an officer kept him on the right side of the law most of the time. As he got into his teens, he dabbled in the pro-bending leagues, winning enough money to get him by. Recently, he took up a job at the restaurant his dad works at as a sous chef. His mother is working on enrolling him in the police academy, but lacking the money for the upfront costs, Kieran has decided to work alongside his father for now to save up the money.

Items/weapons on person: An engraved sabre fang from the northern water tribe, given by his father. Some change. A metal wire spool similar to what the police force uses, modified to be hidden underneath sleeves.

Physical Attributes and Abilities:
Earthbending (IIII)
Metalbending (II)

Pawns of the Inquisition

The shift in tone that the conversation had taken- from nervously sarcastic to genuinely friendly- made Erika settle in her soggy boots even further. It appeared all was well between the four, even so far that Erika and Flint even took care of the two newcomer's job for them. At the mention of a reward Erika could practically hear the gears begin to turn in Flint's head as he began to talk. Erika had given a glance down at Flint, but found that he had already closed the distance between himself and Nolan, throwing his arm around the much taller Warden.

She nodded rather convincingly when asked about their own negotiating power with rewards and such, but left the rest of the talking to Flint, who was already on a roll with trying to convince these two here to help them out in taking down the mine. Well, its the least they could do after all the help Erika and Flint were with the Templars, right? Erika admired her partner's quick thinking, provided it would work. The Inquisition often contracted out mercenaries anyways, and they had yet to meet up with their other partner. They would probably need the extra hands after all the attention they had brought to themselves thus far. It might make for a nice story later after a few pints, but Erika had definitely seen cleaner missions.

When the Knight-Lieutenant finally spoke up, Erika found a spot to cut in at. "We are both Agents to Spy Master Leliana, and Ambassadors to the Inquisition." That sounded good, right? It wasn't a lie, either. Just... not exactly an awarded title. The Inquisition being a fledgling operation, such titles were reserved for only those of importance, such as Leliana. Both Erika and Flint were more than capable of representing the order, and felt comfortable doing so.

"As far as our enemy goes, I'm afraid it is the Venatori whom we must face. They've been mining red lyrium here on the Coast and the Divine wants it shut down before they have a chance to do anything with it. Not only that, but the locals have been reporting some strange happenings in the area as well. The plan was to get in and out quickly and discreetly, but thanks to our rogue Templar pals back there, I doubt that plan will serve us much purpose anymore. If we have to, we'll use the rest of Flint's handy dandy Gaatlok and blow the place in on itself and bury the bastards with it." She gave a shrug. "That should be our last resort, however. Don't worry, though. If you choose to help us, you'll be adequately compensated, as my friend here has promised."

Rotten Masks

Kennedy Montgomery

Name:
Kennedy “Kenny” Montgomery

Hero/Villain Name:
Freeform

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Kennedy has tanned skin that shows the native Cherokee blood she acquired from her mother’s side of the family, giving her a soft glow that halos her year-round. Accompanying the permanent tan is dark brown hair of the devil’s cake variety, falling in long waves past her shoulders and cascading to the middle of her back. Kenny’s jaw is sharp and her chin is square, with grey eyes that sit above high cheekbones. She stands at a moderate 5’5”, weighing in at a muscular 135lbs thanks to years of physical activity.

Costume Description:
Kennedy was never fond of the idea of needing to wear a costume, but when it came down to it, she settled on a grey and orange spandex suit (albeit cliché) for the suits ability to change shape when she did so as well. Her face was covered with an orange mask, and her feet left without shoes. The less restriction she had, the easier she could transform.

Powers/Unique Traits:

Shapeshifting: The power to transform and reshape the form of one's body.

Athletic Proficiency: A lifetime of sports turned into a professional career and coaching has resulted in Kennedy having an excellent physique and hand-eye coordination. This skill, developed with multiple team and individual sports, contributes to the ability to think and respond quickly to a constantly changing environment.

Archery: An odd and perhaps little known skill in today’s society of AR’s and Sigs, Kennedy has training with compound and traditional bows thanks to her mother’s persistent nagging about being involved in tribal activities.

Personality:
Pre-outbreak found Kennedy on better times. She was naturally a cheery girl, with an excited spirit and unnaturally optimistic outlook on the world. Not a care in the world crossed her mind, she lived for the moment and wanted to take on the world. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and family, and had her entire future planned out ahead of her in great detail. She saw the good in everything, everyone, and was always willing to help those in need.

Post-outbreak, Kennedy has turned more cynical and sarcastic. The eternal optimism that she once held has now been replaced by a bleak sliver of hope that she holds onto with everything she has in her. While her extreme loyalty has not faltered, the amount of trust it takes to earn that loyalty has increased exponentially. Kennedy still sees it as her duty to help those trying to survive this grim situation, but she isn’t as gratified by her actions as she once was.

Mental State: Kennedy has maintained a fair amount of sanity. The biggest hit to her mentally has been on her personality, not her cognitive ability. She holds onto the hope of pulling through, the hope of a future, which seems to keep her from going insane. For now…

Bio:
Pre-Outbreak: Kennedy grew up in southeastern Kansas, born to an Okie pipeliner from Tulsa and a Cherokee woman from small-town Coffeyville Kansas. The family settled in Wichita after her father found a job with an oil company and her mother with the city. They had the stereotypical southern family life, momma and daddy worked while Kennedy went to school. It was early on when Kennedy was introduced to the sport of soccer. At first, she was a little skeptical. After all, it isn’t exactly the most common sport around the Midwest. Plus, for a tomboy like Kennedy, she’d rather be playing football with the boys. However, it didn’t take her long to settle in on the pitch, taking to the grass like she was born to be there. This passion followed her all the way into high school, where puberty was kind to her and suddenly all those boy-friends wanted to be boyfriends.

She used sports to make her hardworking parents proud, and to pave a way for the future that she knew they had planned for her. It took a lot of hard work and time, and even a move to the big City so that she could spend the last two years of high school playing on one of the best club teams in the state, but she earned herself a scholarship to play at the University of Kansas. Sports had given her so much in her life already that Kennedy decided to make a career out of it. Majoring in Sports Science and Education, she graduated four years later and, after a brief stint in Europe as a professional player, she returned home to become a high school coach.

She landed a job at Shawnee Mission North High School in Kansas City, and began her coaching career there.
It was only a year after that when she began to experience a change with the onset of her newfound powers. While some turned villain, it followed with her natural disposition to use her new abilities to help people. It was odd at first, but she soon grew comfortable in her changing skin and was even comfortable with the attention it brought upon her, the satisfaction she gained from helping and being heralded as a “hero” meant the little girl from Kansas made something of herself after all.

Post-Outbreak: After the outbreak of the virus, Kennedy did everything she could to help, along with the others of her kind. It was difficult, though. The entire country was in a frenzy, and it became harder and harder to determine who to help as man turned against man in favor of survivor of the fittest. With no discernable direction to take, Kennedy decided to pursue her own self-interest as well. After all, she hadn’t been able to make contact with her folks since the first signs of the rabid things in the state… But, that little voice in the back of her head was still there even after she had decided that it was every man for themselves. She couldn’t turn her back on these people, especially not in KC. She might not trust everyone, but that didn’t mean she was going to leave them to the beasts, either.

Liam Karston

Name:
Liam Karston

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
A traditional military “high and tight” haircut shapes a head of light brown hair. His jaw is square and sharp, with a broad nose and thick lips. His face used to be kept clean shaven, but in the few weeks since the outbreak, he’s found little time to find a razor and mirror, resulting in a fair amount of dark scruff accumulating around his face. He has green eyes that have a swirling of teal about the edges, just enough to give him a twinge of brightness to warrant a second glance. Liam stands at 6 foot even, broad shoulders and moderately muscular limbs to keep him from looking too lanky.

Unique Traits:
ROTC Training: Liam has experience as a college ROTC Officer. While this doesn’t qualify him as having full military experience, he does have basic knowledge gained through the two years of training he did with the Naval program.

Personality:
Pre-Outbreak Liam fell in line as a young man in need of guidance. His personality was dominated by a troubled childhood that followed him into adulthood. While this caused him to act primarily depressed and see little good in hardly anything, there was a part of him that still remained soft and kind behind a calloused exterior. This is the reason for him joining the ROTC program, his personality demanded a sense of purpose and leadership. After joining the ROTC, he began to refine himself into a better young man. He developed a better sense of responsibility, action, and leadership.

Post-Outbreak was where everything that had been revealed for Liam had nearly been lost. He has reverted back to being withdrawn and untrusting of others. Even in the few weeks since everything has gone to hell, he has lost almost all the progress he has made to come out of his shell. He rarely speaks, and that’s if he even finds another survivor to speak to. The part of him that still believes in leadership and honor helps those he comes across, but the other half sees him slipping away in the shadows at the first chance.

Mental State: Almost to the point of paranoia or schizophrenia, his reluctance to trust others and keeping only to himself have caused a smoldering mental breakdown. Paired with his youth and the amount of shit he has seen, he is slowly withering away.

Bio:
Pre-Outbreak: Liam was born in the small town of Walker, Louisiana. He would like very much to say he had a normal childhood of little league football, family vacations to the beach, and a dog named Winston. Sadly, that wasn’t how it went for him. His father was a drunk and abusive bastard, and his mother, bless her heart, had to pop any pill she could find just to keep from being conscious enough to remember all the shit Liam’s father did to the both of them. The poor boy had the unfortunate luck of being the man’s punching bag when the whiskey hit him too hard after a long day. He lived like this until he was 11, when someone finally reported it and he was taken away by the State.

It was then that he was taken to the Big Easy, placed into a foster home in New Orleans where he would spend the rest of his childhood hopping in and out of foster homes around the city. He eventually finished high school, and had somehow managed to keep on top of his studies and get out on his own and make it to college. It was here that he remained withdrawn and callous, going to parties and slipping up a few times with the law until his advisor suggested the ROTC program for him. Liam had never had a steady figure in his life, and he didn’t think he needed one, either. Still, it provided another couple thousand dollars’ worth of scholarships just for enrolling, so he took it up. Much to his surprise, it was just what he needed. The training and discipline forced upon him caused him to change his ways, and it really helped him. He came out of his shell and became a more social and respectable young man, looking towards his senior year to earn his degree in Psychology.

Post-Outbreak: Liam was just seeing things in a better light when everything seemed to crumble around him. Granted, he didn’t have any family to lose to this vile plague, but the little he did care about was soon lost as the few friends he did have were soon turned into walking freaks that had to have their heads blown off. The first few days, he barricaded himself in the barracks at his university, but when his best friend knocked at the door, beckoning for him to let him in he had no choice but to tear down and allow it. Little did he know, his friend had been bitten, and was in the first stages of turning. Confused and deranged, he begged Liam to help him. It took every ounce of courage he had to take the Sig from his hip and place it to his best friends head, pulling the trigger.

The sound of that shot echoed throughout his mind for the next week as he wandered aimlessly. At first, he gathered all the supplies he could and shoved them into his truck, heading out of the city he had grown to love and driving with no purpose. Luckily for him, he was able to raid the ROTC supplies before heading out, carrying plenty of ammunition and rations with him. Eventually, he found himself in Kansas. How? He did not know. His truck was bloodied on the front from plowing through hordes when he didn’t have it in him to spare a bullet, and his face now carried a tired and ghostly look about it. For the last week or so, he’s been wandering about Kansas City, just trying to survive.

Avatar: A New Cycle (Reboot)

Feel free to do whatever you wish with mine as well

NEW Rose Plauge

Forgot that this was getting rebooted. I'm interested again, with the same character, provided this hasn't already crashed again