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The Walking Dead: Desperation

"oh were in a convoy rocking through the night" SLAP "AINT SHE A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT" BANG. he looked up to see the man holding the gun to his head "good morning, how was the day." he looked around at the cloth and the sgt's uniform. "have you found hi yet?" the truck hit a bump and he smacked his head in the ceiling. he smiled through the bloody teeth, "now, what will you do with me now?". "IM GONNA SMACK YOUR FACE BOY" with that the truck hit another bump and he fell out the back onto the road.

the chair shattered and he rolled away from the Jeeps heading towards him. "bye everyone" he waved and ran into an ally

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

"hello bruno, i am Doctor Richardson"

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

"meh, sorry about the gun. these days have been stressful." he spins the gun in his finger and slams it into the holster. "now lets start over. what's your names?" he still had the knife in his hand just in case.

The Academy (reboot)

the old fashioned of Mozart was heard down the road as his car trundled along. he was conducting manic and having a good time doing it. he arrived at the gate and got out. "Charles Richardson, im here for the academy."

I'm pretty damn Rusty.

ill join but i have to warn you, my characters do tend to become psychotic murderous.

Song Of The Void

Name: Doctor Charles Richardson
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Personality: calm, solitary, drinker, dark, creepy, "insane", over powering, intelligent, stubborn, aragont, gambler.
Appearance (Picture if possible): White silk gloves, no right eye, black formal toruses, red weather beaten coat, black waist coat, log ornate wooden cane, brown combed hair.
Preferred weapon: he has and prefers the use of a pistole but will settle for a crossbow
Profession (If applicable): Doctor and Barbour (as they did the same thing)
Etc.:

Song Of The Void

i understand guns are rare. what we are all saying is we would use them but not to the point of every tom, dick and harry has a full arsenal of them.

World War 2 RP - 1946?

i want in onthis

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

"hands where i can see them, i dont want to shoot." he would if needs must but if it came down to it... they would be gone "if you do this i wont kill you and may even give you some supplies."

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

"hillarios, now turn around."