TheHangedMan

The Walking Dead: Safe Haven -CLOSED

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Name:
Felix W. Standfield

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Birthplace:
Boston, Massachusetts

Appearance:


Brown hair, standing at 5'10'', with a light, compact build.

Occupation before the breakout:
Delivery Man

Group:
Currently none.

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Skills:

• A superb combatant, whether it's by a gun or by his fists.
• Acrobatics
• Intelligent, almost disgustingly so, due to his carefree demeanor.
• Is a skilled engineer, though he's particularly good with vehicles.
• Good a reading people, much to the dismay of those who meet him.
• A very, very fast learner.

Fears/incompetencies:

• Does not work well with other people. At all.
• Almost never takes anything seriously -- not even when his, and other people's lives are at risk.
• Confident -- or, more to the point, does not even think he will ever fail. Or that even his failures are successes.
• Never listens to advice unless he asks for it.
• Changes interests quickly, and has a very flight personality.
• Boredom

Equipment:
Nothing but the clothes of his back, and whatever he can find on the way

Personality:
Felix's entire personality can be summed up in one word: solipsism. He is sure that the entire world is a dream that he his having, and as such, he is the god of this dream. This belief -- or, in his mind, this fact -- has turned him into a man of supreme self-confidence, always sure of himself and never doubting. While in most cases, such a mindset would have caused disasters, for Felix, it has turned him into a paragon of human achievement. Whatever he does, he does to perfection. It doesn't matter the art or the discipline -- martial arts, marksmanship, painting, acrobatics, engineering, or even cat whispering -- if he decides to do it, then it is done. Success is not a question of how or when -- simply of "why" as in, "why should I even bother?" Still, just because he could do anything does not mean that he wants to. He has come to the realization that some actions do nothing but bore him -- and there is nothing he hates and fears more than a world filled with boredom.

Consequently, this also means that he takes everything in the world to be for his enjoyment, as since this is a dream, he fully intends to take advantage of it and have fun, whenever and however he wants.

On the other hand, he also considers other people to be a part of his precious dream, and though he considers them to be merely figments of his imagination, he believes that to enjoy this dream to its fullest, and to do that, he has to let all the parts of his dream that he likes to come together -- to that end, the care he displays for the "characters" he feels affection for is both intense, and legitimate.

History:
Born in Boston and raised in an orphanage, Felix was an odd and silent child. He would always sit away from everyone else, and then watch them quietly, observing them. It was around this time that he began to believe that the world was nothing but his imagination -- or more accurately, his imagination was the world. He did what he want and live however he wanted, all with a smile on his face. He dropped out of college when he realized it wasn't as fun as high school and jumped from one job to another, always excelling but never lasting. He did whatever interested him at the time -- the circus, race cars, military, and at one point even worked as a hired killer and quickly became notorious for being able to kill anyone.

He was back home during the outbreak, as he was attending the wedding of a friend. As chaos gripped the nation, Felix got up from bed, smiled, and patted himself on the back. "This is an interesting dream," he thought. Then he stepped out, and did what he did best -- have fun.

Perhaps, in all of the world, Felix is the only one who is truly enjoying the current state of the world, and who is not even the least bit psychopathic.

Academy of Noble Arms

"How about you mind your own fucking business?" the boy shot back. "You wanna be a knight in shining armor, huh? Well why don't you ask your precious 'Lady' if you-"

"Shut it, asshole," the girl suddenly snapped, before turning to Yuri, "and you, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Bitch, I want to fight! Anything that gives me a chance to cave this feckers head in."

The other students accompanying the two promptly agreed and started to boo Yuri. They wanted to see this fight, and in their eyes, he was trying to kill their fun. Not to mention they also thought he was incredibly lame. It was one thing to defend a girl who did not want to fight, and quite another to try and take the place of a girl who was all but a rabid dog set on its target.

But none of them would get what they wanted, in the end.

A short woman -- about mid-twenties -- approached the class, and the group caught her sight.

"Excuse me, but shouldn't you be inside the classroom right now?" said the woman. "I have an announcement for the class, so hurry on in."

---

Meanwhile, with Pablo and King, the lights around the stadium suddenly shut down.

A man in military fatigues stood at the control panel, a disapproving frown on his face.

"I was wondering why the stadium lights were on. We don't have any scheduled fights for today."

The man, an instructor for the school, walked towards them. Up close, he was much larger than he looked. His strides were powerful and heavy, much like the man himself was.

"So, mind telling me what a group of students like yourselves are doing here, without a supervisor and not on schedule?"

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Faces In The Shadows [A Fun And Child-Friendly Magical Girl RP]

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Faces In The Shadows [A Fun And Child-Friendly Magical Girl RP]

It was a supposed to be monotonous day. You had nothing out of the ordinary planned, nothing special you needed to do. Perhaps you would do some shopping, perhaps you would go watch T.V; in other words, simple. tedious tasks that you do habitually. The humdrum of an unvaried routine would echo in your mind, and you were none the worse off - perhaps you were content with the tedium, or perhaps you wavered on what kind of life you wished you had, not quite content with your current one, but also afraid to start a new one; or perhaps you took an extreme wish, and held on to the glimmer of hope in your heart, wishing that somehow, someday, the unthinkable would happen, and magic would color your life.

Today, of all days, that wish would come true.

You were all different individuals; some similarities, many differences. Nothing you could have known would have led you to predict that your fates would become entangled. You were worlds apart, and so apart from the other that whatever you did share in common would have been rendered moot by the physical and mental distances. But today, you shared between all of you three things:

Right now, your days was uninspiring; a restless feeling of ennui had overcome you.

Right now, you were walking away; from your room, from the supermarket, from a life you wished to leave behind.

And, right now, you were ALONE.

You all turn a corner, and find yourselves lost . . .

---

Shadows surrounded you. You do not know where they came from, or what they are shadows of, but you know you cannot get caught. You've felt the chill of their breath; you've seen their cloaks of death. You hear their whispers in the dark, calling out to you, and know that they yearn for you. And most of all, you can taste the decay in the air, something that they had brought along with them, something that they will bring to you if you do not run!

The world you are now in is a twisted mockery of the world you know. The sun is sickly green, it's rays dizzying you and confusing you; the earth is a dark-purple stain, the color of bruised skin, with the texture to match. The trees that surround you are gnarled and withered and black as death, yet they stand tall and terrifying, their branches seeming to follow your every step, like hands tempted to grab you in a thorny embrace. The sky is a bright, blinding red, and scarlet blood drizzles down from its gray clouds.

You are Alice, lost in mad Wonderland out to make you one of its own.

You start losing breathe, and feel your energy drain away, as your legs waver and your mind sinks into despair. Then, suddenly, a glimmer hope appears, like a light at the end of a tunnel. You hear voices and turn. From across you are other girls, girls who are fleeing from the same shades that haunt you. And, more importantly, you see a girl waving towards all of you, dressed in what looks to be the child of a ball gown and a suit of armor with an azure spear in hand. There are no shades around her.

"You girls! Over here, quickly!"

And thus your adventure begins.

Academy of Noble Arms

Some of the students at the table with King glared. He was cheating. They knew he was cheating. No one could win that much in a row! Unfortunately, nobody could prove how he was duping them. Some of them discreetly looked around him, trying to see if he had set up a device of some sort.

The aforementioned student glared back. "You fucking cheater," he said accusingly. He slammed his cards on the table and grabbed King by the collar. "Game's over, now gimme my money back, you fuck!" At once, the other students around the table stood up. Some backing away quickly, now wanting to get involved with this, while most of them flanked the boy, also eager to regain the things they lost as a bet.

Meanwhile, outside the classroom, Pablo was mostly ignored, and the crowd pushed forward, one of them shoving the poor kid over the shoulder as they went by.

"Not your business, 'Hero', stay out of it," the one who shoved him jeered.

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Academy of Noble Arms

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On Pablo's way to the faculty room, there were several students loitering outside their class, a clear sign that theirs was not the only one without a teacher present. Some went a bit further than outside their classrooms, cutting classes and leaving the floor altogether.

At the faculty room itself, the doors were strangely locked, however, raised voices could be heard from the inside, however they we muffled and inaudible due to the obnoxiously loud hum of a nearby aircon.

". . . can't give . . ."

"Demands tha . . . !"

". . . terrorists . . ."

And then suddenly, the hall behind Pablo fell silent. The constant stream of chatter coming from the students died out without warning. A man with light brown hair combed neatly to the side, dressed in a simple dark blue barong tagalog. Coal dark eyes stared at Pablo -- no, past him, to the faculty room -- and his expression was unreadable.

On terms of looks alone, he should have been nothing worth mentioning. His face was unassuming -- handsome, yes, but not someone you'd remember. But he was remembered. Everyone who watched his interview remembered him. The way he spoke, the power in his bearing, and the sheer presence he held had been burnt into their collective memory. Coupled with the suddenness of his arrival, small rumors that were quickly escalating into urban legends had sprung up in his wake.

No, there was no forgetting this man.

The Director paused in front of the faculty room, and turned to stare at Pablo. Despite this being their first meeting, the man spoke with him familiarly, as if they were friends.

"Mr. Legazpi, I have this under control. Now please return to your class and inform your classmates that your teacher will be arriving soon."

The man touched the door knob, and a small click was heard as he opened the door. For one moment, the raised voices inside could be hear, before quickly becoming sibling to the silence in the halls.

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Back in the classroom, things had devolved even more, to the point that the classroom was more like a park hangout. Desks and chairs were rearranged and put together to make small tables. Some students were playing cards -- with gambling money to go with it -- while others took out phones or laptops. What they were watching was up to the imagination, though it was safe to say that more than a few were viewing pornography. Other students crumpled up notebook papers and were using them to play basketball, with roll-down projector screen as the replacement hoop. One student had jacked her phone to the class speakers and started playing music on them.

Volume, of course, was raised to its maximum.

The two students arguing with each other earlier exited the class together. Some others followed them, faces grinning excitedly.

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Faces In The Shadows [A Fun And Child-Friendly Magical Girl RP]

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