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This Roleplay and blog have currently shut down
And it's been so for a while, my apologies for messaging late. At the current time we cannot guarantee the rp will ever resume, although there might be a massive reset and scratching of all previous plot and outbreak developement in the future. It's been a good run, everyone
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Casey Salendson - 14 - Gardener - Has an Interest in lizards, botany, and biology - Casey is 4"6, has pale skin, blue eyes, dark brown hair, and usually sports a yellow hoodie, blue jeans, and red sneakers. - Father and Mother (Deceased) - Casey has been on the run for the past two years, after witnessing her father and mother die in front of her. (Cont.)
Sheâs been alone for periods of time, hitchhiking with various gangs until she ended up in Can Town miraculously. - Casey is trying to keep her mind off Christmas and focus on her work.
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Casey is a peculiar character and weâd be glad to have you in our midst
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this para doesnât really show how well your skills are as a rper. We are willing to give you a chance, but you are on a one week trial. That means that, during this week, youâll have to prove to us how you handle yourself interacting with others.
If you accept this terms, you are very welcome into our cozy little family!
Charat is down briefly
Thankfully, you'll find that our LINKS page has emergency chatrooms. All logs get saved in the LOGS page
MAIN: http://unsupported.msparp.com/chat/emergencyzombiestuck
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Your name is Jake English and the situation you're currently in was once your dream. The spirit of a young child he once had stuck in his twenty-six year-old man body, crushed to dust by reality. Born and raised in Europe, the young-spirited English boy was thrilled to see his dear cousin Jade in the states. That was two years ago, when the dreadful plague began to spread. Friends turned, people grew distant and violent, and Jake was left alone before he could even get settled in. (cont 1)
Jake barely managed to survive these past two years of the zombie invasion, migrating from town to town. Jake, exhausted from the long trek across the state, felt as though his glimmer of hope to find sanctuary was fading. His food supply was running dry and his canteen was lost miles back. All the withering man had now was his duo pistols and the tattered rags on his back. Jake doesnât know when, but he started talking to himself aloud at some point. (cont 2)"Just a few more miles, mate. Just keep that chipper English swagger in your step, canât give up now." If it wasnât for his own pep-talk, he wouldâve dropped miles back. (end)
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Dear Mr EnglishYour application has been more than fucking accepted.
Now let me go hide in a corner and nurse my broken feels
Your name is MEENAH PEIXES and you are fucking pissed. You are 21 years old and you were in college studying to be a MARINE BIOLOGIST. You lived in Chicago most of your life and were the alpha wolf of your high school. Your favorite target was a certain DAMARA MEGIDO, although you have forgotten her over the years. You moved to Southern California to go to college, mostly because you could no longer bear dealing with your over-protective parents. You are tall at around 6' 4".
(Continued Meenah) You used to have hella rainbow braids that fell to your hips, but soon after the calamity reached California you had to cut them off. Your pixie-cut hair is dyed bright blonde, but you havenât been able to dye your roots for a while, meaning they are beginning to show their natural dusty brown. Your eyes are bright blue, what you think is your best feature. You are rather strong from your years of being a VARSITY SWIMMER at your high school. You donât wear much jewelry anymore
(once again, continued Meenah), however you do wear a watch shaped like a clam-shell. You wear clothes practical for swimming, a close-fitting tank top and a pair of yoga pants, both black. You have a pair of fuchsia goggles ready for anytime, just in case you have to get your fins wet. Swimming is the main reason you have been able to survive the last couple years. Although staying at the college worked for a couple months, supplies began to run low.
(Last one I swear) You bailed the fuck out of there and left to find a safe haven called Can Town. Although you were relatively close to the location traveling through the desert alone was dangerous. You have been drifting around for the last twelve months, but you feel you might finally be close. You havenât heard from your mother or younger sister for ages, you are not sure if they are alive.
Your interests include, and are relatively limited to: Swimming competitively, surviving, marine biology, fishing, hanging with your "gillfronds", reading (especially about the Roman empire), and making fish puns at inappropriate times.
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One wordYesHell Fucking Yes
Whalecum to this fish in party (OOC HERE)
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To ALL rpers
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(1) Roxy was raised in the state of NY, but liked to visit the city. She was 5â8â and pretty strong for someone her size. Her skin was lightly tanned and her hair platinum blonde. She had started drinking at a young age but she was totally sworn off on the stuff and had been since she was 16. She used to keep her hair well styled but that had become quite an impossibility in the apocalypse, not that it tended to bother her all that much. She was still the baddest mofo this side of anywhere, dead
(2) or alive. Her interests involved fixing things, computers, fantasy books, and video games, in fact she might have gone insane without her gameboy. Overall, she wasnât doing badly for a nineteen-year-old in the apocalypse. Roxy was a girl who made the best of things, the apocalypse being no exception. At age seventeen she had left densely populated and heavily infected NY as fast as possible when the outbreak started, grabbing the essential supplies (read as: rifle, snacks, and gameboy)(3) and looking for a safe haven. She still made the best of things, but understandably the apocalypse was stressful and old vices taunted her, she was fighting to keep one step ahead of the undead and her addiction. It wasnât all bad though, she finally got the chances to use all the dumb one-liners she could think of, and all this free time gave her ample time to think of them. She had left NY on her motorcycle, using the advantage of its speed and maneuverability to evade zombies and get (4) through the abandoned car wrecks that used to be highways. It had taken her quite a ways before the thing broke down. Tires popped from wear, engine gave out. She could have fixed it but she was too far away from any place with the tools. A week of walking and eating nothing but Cheetos later, she was getting closer to Can Town. Finally, the clichĂŠ safe haven she had needed all this time. Surprising that it had taken her a year-and-a-half to find out about it, and another half a year to get(5) get there, but she had. Now the only question was how long it would take for something to happen and completely fuck it all over for her. She was a few hours walk outside of the town and would make it there soon.
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Holy ShitItâs sad how there really arenât enough badass Rolalâs around.
Youâre amazing and so welcome in. OOC CHAT HERE
Time for some action
(proffesorblitz and i discussed the sisters thing) Damara Megido. Born and raised in a small, unassuming village in Japan, and now living in America, if you could even call it living anymore. No, this wasn't living, this was surviving. The twenty year old woman was slim and tall, standing at 5'11", her pale skin and black hair caked in grime, dirt, and blood, as she had not had the oppurtunity to shower or bathe in a long time. After deciding her hair was getting in the way, but not wanting to
cut it, she pinned it up in a tight bun atop her head, two large strands framing her face on either side and cascading down to just past her shoulders. Damara, who had made a living from writing and illustrating her own manga, found her hobbies of watching horrible pornographic parodies of popular shows, games, and media as well as flirting with every person she found even semi-attractive were now things of the past. Her main focus in life was now ensuring her own survival, and attempting to find her little sister, Aradia, who had gotten seperated from her. The past two years, she had been able to keep her safe best she could. Though, as of six months prior to the current day, it was now her who needed protecting. As a group of survivors had run past her, being chased by a small pack of zombies, they had shot her in the leg, intending to sacrifice her to save themselves. The pain had caused her to black out, and if it hadnât been for Aradia who had managed to take out the zombies, she would have been dead. Four months in the future, as the two had been scavenging for supplies in a small town, a horde of zombies began to approach. Knowing they wouldnât be able to fight off the immense number of zombies, Damara shooed her sister forward with the supplies she would need to make sure she stayed safe. After ensuring Aradia was no longer within her range of sight, she hobbled to the attic where her share of the supplies had been stashed and barricaded herself in, only leaving later when the zombies had dispersed and she would be able to go outside without getting swarmed. She hadnât realized how much she relied on her little sister for assistance walking any sort of distance, though after picking up an abandoned wooden cane half buried in a pile of rubble, not only did it become her walking stick, but a weapon she would use to defend herself if a zombie got too close. At the present day, she is just now arriving at Can Town, hoping to find her sister somewhere near.-Looks like Megidos come in pairs this TIME around(Iâm really not sorry)The both of you are fantasticWhalecum aboard
