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Mun’s Name: Whitney Mun’s Age: 28 y/o Time Zone: EST Activity Level: (Scale of 1-10):  8/9 - Mostly nights & weekends Anything else?: (Add pw here) gem

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Character’s Name:   Teresa Agnes Age: 18 years old  Face claim: Kaya Scodelario Original 8 or Newcomer: Either is fine. :)  5 Traits: Intelligent, sassy, sarcastic, tough, independent Sample para: (of when they arrived to Camp Wichita, 3-4 paragraphs)

The sweat was dripping down Teresa’s back, her shirt clung to her skin as she crept over the broken sticks and orange leaves. It was October, yet it was the warmest Autumn she could ever remember. 

She’d lived in Atlanta, Georgia since she was a child, when it had been a booming metropolis and not this hell.  Her mother had worked in one of the buildings downtown and one day she never made it home from work. Teresa and her father had holed up in their apartment for weeks scavenging one apartment and then the next until the food and water ran out.

Teresa sucked in a sharp breath and stopped frozen at the sound of leaves crunching somewhere ahead of her. She had been heading in the direction of a large metal track, it had once been the framework of a roller coaster she had ridden a few short years ago. She recognized it off I-20 but she knew better than to walk too closely to the road. Roads didn’t offer enough shelter and they offered a lot of traffic, both living and the undead.She didn’t trust anyone anymore. She didn’t want a companion.They’d simply be another person to worry about; another person to care about, she thought to herself , though she tried to pretend that she didn’t. Caring only makes you weak, vulnerable… stupid even.

After it was the living that had killed her dad, she wanted nothing to do with anyone. If she died, she died on her own terms, by her own mistakes. She refused to let her well-being be a burden on another person’s conscience, she refused to let anyone else die because of her.

Teresa crept forward slowly, still unable to make out the source of the noise she had heard only moments before. She couldn’t see any walkers or any living but as she paced closer she could see the aluminum posts of a gate. As she got closer she realized that it loomed high, higher than she ever remembered. There would be no going over it, she would have to follow it around.

She traced her fingers over the metal fencing as she walked, one hand poised on the knife at her hip until she saw them. People, living people in the distance, on the inside.

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Mun’s Name: Jess Mun’s Age: 23 Time Zone: PST Activity Level: (Scale of 1-10) 8 Anything else?: (Add pw here) gem

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Character’s Name: Rue ( rudolph virchow. ) Age: 15 Face claim: Asa Butterfield Original 8 or Newcomer: Newcomer 5 Traits: thoughtful, optimistic, photographic memory?, loyal, easy to love. Sample para:

      The world used to be an okay place, school sucked but the food       in the cafeteria was worse— though now he missed that and the        rumble of his stomach was even more proof.  God he hated that       feeling.  But it was something now he was getting more and more       used to as time went by.  Rue started out with another group two       actually, first he came upon them with his mom and dad, but by        the time that group came to it’s end… it took his mom with it. 

      The second group was better, more weapons, more bodies to use       them, but less food.  He used to help scavenge, he was good at        not missing things, and proved to be helpful.  But just as the group       before it ended.  Horribly, painfully, with so much blood and yet an-       other loss for Rue.  

      His father had tried to protect him, told him to RUN, and when Rue       had and by the time he looked back, one of those things was ripping       into him, tearing him apart and would either eat him whole or turn        Rue’s dad into just another one of those things.

      Carrying on after that seemed impossible with the memory of it just       as his mother’s had, etched itself permanently into an unforgettable       collection of memories; but he had his dad, he would help him, keep       him going by telling Rue that his mother wouldn’t want him to give        up.  That she knew he was her little survivor, that the world still need-       ed good people in this world, it needed someone with a heart like        Rue had.  

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Mun’s Name: Stacey Mun’s Age: 25 Time Zone: Central Activity Level: (Scale of 1-10) 8 Anything else?: I gots kids and homeschool other than that I can contribute as much as I can. 

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Character’s Name:   Connor MacManus [url cmacmanus] Age: 42 Face claim: Sean Patrick Flanery Original 8 or Newcomer: Original 5 Traits: over protective, loyal, brave, strives to be the leader, sexy [just kidding], loyal to a fault Sample para: (of when they arrived to Camp Wichita, 3-4 paragraphs)

Could this really be a place to set up? Instincts said one thing but that naturally suspicious side of him said otherwise. A part of him was always on guard. His mind seemed to never rest and the weight he carried on his shoulders never lifted. Even with the setting they had chosen, this could prove faulty but a part actually made sense. There were fences up. Many useful items that could be made into weapons of sort. Possible storage of nonperishable foods…Or ones that had yet to do so.

Besides who the fuck would fucking raid a theme park?

Blue hues were set in steel as he looked between his companions, settling mainly on Eunice once there was talk of splitting into small groups in order to clear the grounds. He had known the woman the longest, so accustom to her southern drawl he took to her the most. Mainly in his over protective manner. The group was family but ties were stronger with her. She reminded him of home. She was home in a way. Reminded him of time when the world was still shit but of course the dead didn’t roam the Earth. When their friends didn’t come back to rip the flesh from muscle and muscle from bone. Him and his brother’s guardian angel.  

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Mun’s Name: Caitlin  Mun’s Age: 20  Time Zone: EST  Activity Level: (Scale of 1-10) About an 8 I would say.  Anything else?: (Add pw here) The password is gem. I am also a college student so sometimes activity will vary but I am able to be active as much as I can.

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Character’s Name: Thomas Edison  Age: 19 Face claim: Dylan O’Brien  Original 8 or Newcomer: Newcomer 5 Traits: Loyal, brave, reckless, smart, and honest.

Sample para: (of when they arrived to Camp Wichita, 3-4 paragraphs)

He doesn’t remember the last time that he saw people. He can’t recall the last time that he had food in his belly. His stomach has been screaming at him for days to put something inside of it. Hunger is gnawing at his stomach like one of those monsters munching away on flesh. He shudders at his own gruesome thought and grips his spear in his hand a little tighter. Something about even thinking about those creatures make his skin crawl. Sometimes he believes that just having a thought about them will lure one his way and he doesn’t think that he’d have the energy to fight off even the weakest of Walkers today.

He’s a few miles off when he first notices it, a large, metal arch in the distance. It doesn’t take him long to realize that it’s a roller coaster. As he looks harder, he clearly sees that there are others. He didn’t have a clue where he was, just that he was still somewhere in the state of Georgia. Now he realizes that he must be approaching what used to be Six Flags. He remembers going once as a child and getting sick on literally most of the rides. He also remembers how being in the park made him feel sort of trapped. Even though he had a nearly endless expanse of area to explore, the entire place was enclosed by a large, towering fence. Thomas used to hate feeling like he was being held back, but now he’s been seeking a safe place, somewhere away from all of the living dead roaming the earth. And the amusement park might offer just that.

He doesn’t approach the place quickly. He does so hesitantly. He knows that he may not be the only one that though of seeking shelter in this place. There could be others and they might not be good people.  Ever since his family was taken out by a group of Walkers, Thomas hasn’t had much luck with finding anyone to seek long term companionship with. The few people that he has found have either turned on him or they weren’t cut out to make it in the wicked place that the world has become. Thomas knows that he has to do what he has to do in order to survive. Not everyone else seems too.

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Mun’s Name: Chandler Mun’s Age: 24 Time Zone: MST Activity Level: Fluctuates between 5-10. I am either super active, or semi due to real life responsibilities. I always make time to get online, or I inform someone if I will be away. Anything else?: I am applying for PintsizedIrish, my other OC. I’m not applying through him due to bringing him back AFTER my move in complete [10/18]. I hope this is not a problem, if it is simply contact me and I will resubmit under him or bring him back earlier. Extra note: I chose to submit two examples as I felt as if I fell flat with my first one, I hope that is okay.

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Character’s Name: Killian Alastar Age: Nine Face claim: Mason Cook Original 8 or Newcomer: Newcomer [open to original as well, with plotting with other originals] 5 Traits: Stealth, Agility, Meal Preparation, Mediator, and Quick to learn. Sample para: (of when they arrived to Camp Wichita, 3-4 paragraphs) It had to have been weeks now, the days seemingly dragging on ever since the two brothers had been forcefully separated from one another. Memories would occasionally flood back, replaying their final scene together as a seemingly vicious form of self torment —- wherever the older Alastar was, he would find him. The memories left a heavy, lingering fear over the younger boy, a desperate need to continue on —- a drive, the ambition to survive. It may not have been for himself, there may not have been a purpose if it had been but for the simple fact that Aidan, his older brother, risked his life for him, he choose to continue on. Killian could feel every ache within his small form, every exhausted muscle from the strain put on him as he moved from one abandoned home to another — taking shelter, sleeping, surviving. His knee’s shook beneath him as he continued to make his way forward, leaving behind yet another temporary form of shelter as he pushed on, searching for a sign, any sign that would lead him towards his brother —- or at the very least a place he could call home. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours, his feet continuing to carry him mile after mile until anything worth checking out came to view. Large gates resting tall across a tired, old parking lot, a worn sign adorned with the words of an amusement park he had never heard about in his time prior to the outbreak — a sign, he considered to be a fleck of hope, a place seemingly secured away from the outside, hopefully untouched by the stumblers that plagued the world around all of them — him, and anyone else alive out there. - - -  Extra example: