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"We're undercover. This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us. Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
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That's actually really freakn funny. I laughed at that.
nah she's gunna be in her 20's
I'm going to make a new character since I don't like the old one. I dont think I can play him well.
TheDoug850 said
I'm willing to discus this "certain idea for the story"
so am i
btw everyone hates Carl. His stunt double is a short woman.
Periods...
Plus it has been 2 yeras, I think you would have found something by then. This also effects your bio.
Plus it has been 2 yeras, I think you would have found something by then. This also effects your bio.
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Name: Eric Bones
Age: 27
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 196
Equipment:
- Large school backpack with plenty of pockets
- Several t-shirts
- extra pair of jeans
- 1 half-empty lighter
- duck-tape
- one time use light-stick
- small tarp
- stuff stack blanket
- 2 large full water bottles
- 20 foot coil of thick paracord
Weapons:
- Eric engineered his own weapon. It is consisting of a steel rake with the head broken off, clipped to a survival knife from his uncle, so it looks like a spear. The knife can become unattached if needed. One side of the knife is
Previous Occupation: Owner of a bar
Appearance: Eric Bones
Anything that you cant see in the picture. A small cut through his left eyebrow the prevents hair growing. Very muscular.
Bio: Eric thought it strange when his customers started biting each other. Of course weird things always happened in the bar, but biting people was stranger than normal. Much stranger. One of them even tried to bite him. Ridiculous what some people tried to do when they were drunk enough.
Clearing out his bar took some work, but somehow Eric managed not to get bit. At this point he had realized that these biting people were not just weird drunks. Must have been from the dead people lieing around his bar. Packing up some basic emergency supplies from his back room, Eric took off into the night.
A year later Eric was wandering the country always on the lookout for a safe place and supplies. In the past year he had come to accept walkers as a normal part of every day life. He had encounters with groups of survivors, but they never ended up well. Most of them tried to kick him out because of his cynical attitude. However Eric didn't mind, living alone was a simpler life.
Unfortunately the one problem he always ran into was finding a place to settle down into. Most places were filled with Walkers or trashed by raiders. Or just not up to his standard. Eric always had a high standard of living.
Many speared Walkers later Eric met a small group of people. He was traveling through the forest in order to avoid a hoard of Walkers when he ran into them. A bunch of adrenaline-pumped idiots. Before he could get a single demeaning word out, one of them had shot him in the leg. The bullet tore through his upper leg, fortunately missing the bone, and pushed all the way through. In short it was a very lucky place to get shot. However he was shot, something Eric wasn't to happy about.
After promising to kill everyone of them, the junkies decided to put Eric out. One of them slammed his head with a shovel. It was hard enough to knock it out and leave a gash in his forehead, but not enough to kill him. When he woke up the first thing that he saw was a walker. The demented thing had smelled his blood and was making it's way through the trees. Scrambling to his feet, his leg and head screaming in pain, Eric limped out of the way of the oncoming dead.
Seemingly years later, but what must have been only a few minutes, Eric made it to a small farm house. It was near the edge of the forest. He struggled up to the house, looking for any signs of life. At this point he had lost much of his blood and was feeling very light headed. Eric didn't want to leave the house unchecked, before passing out so he moved to the front door to check inside. Before he could so much as touch the door handle the lack of blood caused him to faint. He collapsed like a sack on the front porch with a loud bang.
It was there that he met the group. They nourished him back to health as much as possible. He has mostly recovered from his injuries, only a slight limp now. He is remaining with them for the time being until he can think of something better to do. Until the times comes Eric will stay with them and travel where they go. He supposed it was a miracle they hadn't kicked him out by now, so he might as well stick around for a while.
Name: Eric Bones
Age: 27
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 196
Equipment:
- Large school backpack with plenty of pockets
- Several t-shirts
- extra pair of jeans
- 1 half-empty lighter
- duck-tape
- one time use light-stick
- small tarp
- stuff stack blanket
- 2 large full water bottles
- 20 foot coil of thick paracord
Weapons:
- Eric engineered his own weapon. It is consisting of a steel rake with the head broken off, clipped to a survival knife from his uncle, so it looks like a spear. The knife can become unattached if needed. One side of the knife is
Previous Occupation: Owner of a bar
Appearance: Eric Bones
Anything that you cant see in the picture. A small cut through his left eyebrow the prevents hair growing. Very muscular.
Bio: Eric thought it strange when his customers started biting each other. Of course weird things always happened in the bar, but biting people was stranger than normal. Much stranger. One of them even tried to bite him. Ridiculous what some people tried to do when they were drunk enough.
Clearing out his bar took some work, but somehow Eric managed not to get bit. At this point he had realized that these biting people were not just weird drunks. Must have been from the dead people lieing around his bar. Packing up some basic emergency supplies from his back room, Eric took off into the night.
A year later Eric was wandering the country always on the lookout for a safe place and supplies. In the past year he had come to accept walkers as a normal part of every day life. He had encounters with groups of survivors, but they never ended up well. Most of them tried to kick him out because of his cynical attitude. However Eric didn't mind, living alone was a simpler life.
Unfortunately the one problem he always ran into was finding a place to settle down into. Most places were filled with Walkers or trashed by raiders. Or just not up to his standard. Eric always had a high standard of living.
Many speared Walkers later Eric met a small group of people. He was traveling through the forest in order to avoid a hoard of Walkers when he ran into them. A bunch of adrenaline-pumped idiots. Before he could get a single demeaning word out, one of them had shot him in the leg. The bullet tore through his upper leg, fortunately missing the bone, and pushed all the way through. In short it was a very lucky place to get shot. However he was shot, something Eric wasn't to happy about.
After promising to kill everyone of them, the junkies decided to put Eric out. One of them slammed his head with a shovel. It was hard enough to knock it out and leave a gash in his forehead, but not enough to kill him. When he woke up the first thing that he saw was a walker. The demented thing had smelled his blood and was making it's way through the trees. Scrambling to his feet, his leg and head screaming in pain, Eric limped out of the way of the oncoming dead.
Seemingly years later, but what must have been only a few minutes, Eric made it to a small farm house. It was near the edge of the forest. He struggled up to the house, looking for any signs of life. At this point he had lost much of his blood and was feeling very light headed. Eric didn't want to leave the house unchecked, before passing out so he moved to the front door to check inside. Before he could so much as touch the door handle the lack of blood caused him to faint. He collapsed like a sack on the front porch with a loud bang.
It was there that he met the group. They nourished him back to health as much as possible. He has mostly recovered from his injuries, only a slight limp now. He is remaining with them for the time being until he can think of something better to do. Until the times comes Eric will stay with them and travel where they go. He supposed it was a miracle they hadn't kicked him out by now, so he might as well stick around for a while.
[Edited, double post :P]
hmmm interesting, interesting...
Autumn's eyes narrowed as Ash got out of the car and walked towards the horse. Bloody thing could probably eat her, she was so small. He watched her carefully to make sure she was safe. As a voice called out from the woods, his head snapped up quickly browsing the forest for the offender. Quickly he spotted a young woman hiding out in the trees. She was armed with a bow, at least as far as Autumn could make out. The girl was shorter than him, only by a little though. She had long black silky hair that fell about her shoulders easily. In all she was a very beautiful girl. A rare commodity these days.
Easing his tense muscles, Autumn raised his free hand in the air as a sign of peace. Slowly he placed the spear on the ground. Admittedly he had little chance of hitting her as it was. Maybe not the horse though... Sliding easily off the car he moved cautiously towards the girl. Out of the corner of his eye he kept and eye on the horse. "We don't want any trouble either. We were just... looking at your horse. Well not me, but..." Autumn took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is we aren't going to hurt you." He tried to think of a way to show his passivity besides laying down his spear. Half smiling he said, "I'm Autumn."
Easing his tense muscles, Autumn raised his free hand in the air as a sign of peace. Slowly he placed the spear on the ground. Admittedly he had little chance of hitting her as it was. Maybe not the horse though... Sliding easily off the car he moved cautiously towards the girl. Out of the corner of his eye he kept and eye on the horse. "We don't want any trouble either. We were just... looking at your horse. Well not me, but..." Autumn took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is we aren't going to hurt you." He tried to think of a way to show his passivity besides laying down his spear. Half smiling he said, "I'm Autumn."
yeah yeah i am
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