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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:10 pm
Hello one and all. This thread will be for the posting of your Role-Play characters. We will soon be opening large group RP threads and I would like for the characters to be posted here. Also do remember to specify which RP they are for. Thank you all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:46 pm
Name: Breayue
Age: 19 years old
Race: werewolf or an elven vampire.Depends on my mood
Bio: After years of isolation Breayue ranaway from her mother's home at age 16. She drifts aimlessly, preffering to camp out in the wilderness rather than booking a hotel room. From time to time though she stays at a random person's residence to escape extreme weather or recover from illness. For the majority of her life Breayue self-taught herself Isshin Ryu karate when she was not fullfilling several tasks given by her mother. During her travels Breayue befriended a bat she named Hermes, who has the ability to grow large enough for Breayue to ride. During her early travels she met a young man named Ryu who she became infatuated with. After six months of travelings together and being a couple, Breayue found out how he lied about everything he was. Before she could get ahold of him, Ryu had deserted their campsite with all their currency and important camping tools. Since then Breayue has a hard time trusting others. She tries to keep her distance, not forming any friendships or relationships until now.
Location:No perminant location. She wanders.
Relationship(s): The Dark One, Mwenzi
Appearence: My avatar. She is 5"8, and 145 lbs. She thin but voluptious. Her hair is dark, chaplon brown, choppy, and stops at her jawline. She usually wears a white tavern wench's shirt, black leggings, a hair ribbon bow, and an amethyst bracelet on her right wrist. She has a faded scar on her left calf, but is covered by wirey black fur as a werewolf. A werewolf, she has the back legs of a wolf at all times starting at her knees downward.
Personality: Breayue is arrogant, haughty, and bold which is usually mistakened as rudeness. She enjoys challenging others, especially those who are or think they are of some authority. Breayue greatly dislikes orders and obeys no one. She is sometimes seens as savage and untame.
Fighting Style: Isshin Ryu Karate
Weapons:
-Wolf Scyth
Powers:
-Can gather surrounding energy (chi) and form shields or energy balls
Role Play Threads: she can be in multiple threads but is currently in the Dark One X Brea
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:25 pm
Name: Duska Whitewood
Age: 5 weeks
Species:Timberwolf
Bio: Inside the den facing west, was born two unusually large pups. One male, one female. Xiana, the mother, named her son Cori who was the first one to enter this world. As evening and the birth of the second pup approached, Xiana caught a glimpse of the most beautiful sunset. So she named her daughter Duska, for she thought her daughter was as beautiful as the dusk. At four weeks and a half, Duska found herself a little too far from the den. A small pack of coyotes chased her even farther from her home, and she jumped into the river to escape death. She lost consiousness and the waters carried her away from her family. She wakes up a day later, drifted upon the river shore...lost and alone.
Home:Jaidun Nation
Appearence: Duska's coat is soft yet thick and skin around her neck is loose due to her young age. Her fur color contains a series of darker and and lighter browns. Her nose is black and eye color maroon. She is larger than your average female pup-her bones and muscles are thicker,her paws larger and muzzle longer.
Personality: Young Duska is niave, innocent, but mischievious and adventurous. She's very social and loves to make friends of all ages. She often observes and respects her elders, knowing she can learn much from them.
Powers: unknown
Role Play Threads: Nation of Mnyama
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:54 pm
Name: Jabali
Age: unknown
Species: Kodiak Bear
Bio: His past is widely unknown and he does not usually speak of it. As of now he has wandered into a forest of immense size in which he finds himself oddly welcome. Perhaps here he will stay for a while...
Home: None, he is a nomad
Appearance: He stands a little over 15 feet tall when on his hind legs, large even for a Kodiak. He has thick, very dark brown fur with lines of lighter golden brown fur tracing all over his body, forming intricate but mysterious designs.
Personality: Despite his immense size, and intimidating aura about him, he is a very kind soul. He continuously wanders because his size makes him very unwelcome most places. Despite this he rarely holds a grudge and sees this as a means to see the world.
Powers: unknown
Role Play Threads: Nation of Mnyama
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Priest of Deception Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:39 pm
Name: Dark One a.k.a. Mwenzi
Age: unknown
Race: Unknown
Bio: His time spent in his tribe isn't talked about much. All that is known is he comes from an ancient people with very long lives. Apperently something happened for which he was blamed and he was exiled. Afterwards he traveled the lands with a large female wolf companion he'd met shortly after exile. They spent many a year together before they were attacked. Though the attackers were unknown they managed to deal a fatal wound to the wolf before they escaped. Vowing revenge, and with his companions blessings before her passing, Dark One skinned her and used her incredibly powerful and durable hide as makeshift armor almost. Since then he has been even more primal and animal like than ever.
Outfit: He is dressed in a similar fashion to my avi. Thick wolven fur greaves on each leg. Barefoot. Black leather man thong, yes thong. Occasionally wears an egyptian style loincloth. Golden circlet around upper right arm. Wolven tooth necklace. Also, the wolf skin hood/cloak thing. Also carries a warhammer, slightly more crude looking than the one my avi has.
Home: Former home is in a hidden forest where he lived with his former tribe. He is now a wanderer though.
Appearance: Dark, nearly black skin. Well built. He has black hair in dreadlocks and deep violet eyes. He has a large scar across his chest with an X shaped one on his back. He also has a cross shaped scar on his left cheek and another over his useless left eye. He also has various other smaller scars on his body.
Personality: He is very straight forward and honest. He feels practically no awkwardness no matter the situation and will act on his thoughts and feelings almost automatically.
Powers: Bone blades rise from his forearms as well as being able to manipulate his ki in the form of electrical energy.
Role Play Threads: Our own Haven
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:14 pm
Name: Kaige Everence
Age: 25
Bio: He had lived in a small town all his life. His daily life consisted of hanging with his few friends, reading and practicing martial arts, his secret hobby. He was 15 when the outbreak happened. Within less than 2 years it had reached and consumed his town. After which he left and has taken to wandering, searching for a safe haven. He has been fighting to survive in this hell of a world since then. No one really knows why he fights on, he himself might not even know.
Home: Former resident of a small town in Pennsylvania
Outfit: Black military boots, simple black denim pants, sleeveless black shirt with a black tactical vest on top, the vest has various pouches filled with everything from water and food to ammunition, black fingerless leather gloves, and a black leather collar.
Appearance: He stands around 6'3" tall and is around 250 lbs. He is not heavy set, but instead his weight comes from his height large build, as well as the underlying musculature he has worked up over his life. He has lightly tanned skin with a few random scars. His eyes are a deep brown in color but will occasionally change to hazel or even emerald green in color. He has shoulder length straight brown hair that he'll wear straight down or in a ponytail. He has two piercings in his left ear, the lobe and his upper cartlidge, as well as having his left lower lip pierced.
Personality: Formerly very kind and warm hearted he has since become colder and more ruthless. Though he carries himself with confidence, and outwardly he seems rather confident he can be shy in the most random of situations. However he is also very loyal, to the point of foolishness.
Arsenal: A sledge hammer he calls "Matilda" on his back, a crowbar on his right hip, a combat survival knife strapped on his upper left arm, 2 Colt M1911 handguns in holsters on the back of his waist, 2 machetes are strapped to his lower legs one on each, and finally he carries a 16" short barrel 12 gauge shotgun in his hands.
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 12:13 am
Name: Crystal Turner
Age: 24
Bio: Crystal grew up in the Detriot downriver area of Michigan. She had only begun to experience of the life of a teenager when the outbreak started. At 14, she was enjoying her bike ride on the way to her house when she seen her neighbor slauntering in the middle of the road. Crystal dismounted her bike to see if he was alright, but he spun around and chased her, snapping viscously. When she was able to get away from him and four others,she found her home in diseray and abandoned. The car was gone...Crystal's family had left her behind. Since then Crystal wandered the streets, hopping from survival group to survival group, often watching her fellow fighters become consumed by the enemy. She stopped searching for her family 6 years ago, lost of hope that they are alive.
Home: Used to live in Downriver Michigan
Outfit: A black,spegetti strap tank top, loose fitting camoe pants and a pair of worn out sneakers.She carries around a brown backpack for food. She also wears a black wristband that says Surviver on her left wrist and wears a necklace with an amethyst pendant.
Appearance: 160 lbs, 5"6, kinda big boned but has a shapely body. She has olive tone skin and light brown eyes that often change to a wolfish gold. Her hair is growing out a bit from a buzz cut and is a dark brown, usually unkept.
Personality: Used to be very sweet, niave, and high spirited. But all of that changed growing up in warzone. She is now very independent, and somewhat aggressive. When she meets other survivors she's jubilant and quick to help them.
Arsenal: One machete strapped to her hip and an automatic switch blade in her pocket. Guns are used whenever she can get her hands on one and are usually temperary
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:26 pm
Name: Christopher Williams
Alias: Ice
Age: 26
Bio: Chris grew up in a gang infested neighborhood of Detroit. By the age of 13 he fully initiated into a local gang. When he was 15, he witnessed his older borhter die in a hail of gun fire from a rival gang. Chris earned his nickname, "Ice", by avgenging his brother's death. The outbreak reached his hometown a year later. As the city errupted into chaos, Ice and his gang turned their hideout into a makeshift fortress. However despite their efforts to seal themselves off, someone inside was already infected. The infected young man quickly turned on and killed several of his former brothers at arms. Ice was then forced to shoot his infected friends. With no time for tears, he quickly raided the armory, stole the first car he came across and drove off.
Home: Formerly Detriot
Outfit: A once white tank top bearing several stains and holes, baggy, faded blue jeans, a large black belt with several makeshift gun holsters attached, a thick chain sytle necklace, his right ear is pierced with a blue diamond earring, black and white lowtop tennis shoes fingerless black gloves, a black duffle bag strapped over his shoulder conating food, water, a pump action shotgun, an aluminum baseball bat, and spare ammunition.
Appearance: 5'11" with a muscular build, caucasion, goatee style facial hair, dark brown hair but his head is usually shaved, dark brown eyes that sometimes appear black, several tattoos (a large tribal-style tattoo covering his left forearm representing his former gang, three tear drops just under his right eye, a spider in the center of its web on his back and a self done tattoo of the names the infected friends he killed on his chest),
Personality: Ice is a hardend, ruthless survivor who will do anything to see the light of another day. His trust was always hard to earn and in this post-apocolyptic world, he has only learned to trust others even less. Ice has anger issues and is known to resort, sometimes uncessicarilly, to force to get what he wants. Often he shows little to no emotion other than anger, but buried somewhere inside him is decent human being.
Arsenal: Several varities of handguns, a pump-action shotgun, a tech-9 machine pistol, an aluminum baseball bat, and in the most dire of situations he draws the AK-47 strapped to his back
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 2:32 pm
Name- Allen Cranks
Age- 28
Description- Stands about 6’ tall with a decent build. Has short to medium length white hair worn straight. He has dark brown eyes and a very dark natural tan. He lost his right arm quite a few years back and has had it replaced with a biomechanical replacement. His heart is also secretly a biomechanical replacement. Has quite a few torso scars from the surgery, as well as from what caused it.
Outfit- Knee high brown leather boots with a metal knee guard, dark brown slacks, torso bandage wrap, brown leather falconer glove on left hand, desert style shoulder draped mini-cloak with a high collar (light brown), brass rimmed darkened lens goggles, dark brown derby hat, mechanized tool belt containing various gadgets of his making
Bio- The son of a top notch inventor. One day one of his dad’s experiments went wrong, resulting nearly in the death of his own son. The accident caused the loss of his sons arm as well as lethal damage to his heart. In a bid to save him his father crafted a new arm for him using his own arm for the biological parts (thus biomechanical) and then had his own heart used to craft a new heart for his son. Since that day the boy was raised by his father’s colleagues. In his late teens he left home and set out to discover his place in the world, eventually finding a very strong desire to find out why Earth had abandoned them.
Personality- He is very bright and intelligent and a top notch inventor just like his father. Unlike his father though he’s found he’s also very adept with his body and apprenticed under a fighting trainer for sometime. His has a very curious personality and wants to know about almost everything, which makes him a bit nosy when it comes to other people. Despite that though he is also rather friendly and even sometimes a little naïve.
RP- Bringing forth the Past within our Future.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 1:30 am
Name: Hector
Age: 28
Bio: He lived on the outskirts of a very populated city in a comfortable home when word of the attacks first started reaching US soil. Naturally no one believed in the thought of walking dead and all ignored it as some passing rumor. He went through school with not to much trouble and decided that becoming a cop would be best for him. He started training at the age of 18, as soon as he he graduated from high school. He completed his training and served on the force for 3 years before society broke down from the zombie invasion. Before this event he had his wife and his twin children evaced to a "safe" location when he was 22 and continued to attempt to maintain peace within the city. Shortly after, the outbreak reached a pinnacle where the entire city was enveloped in chaos and order had broken down. The police force began falling in number due to the increasing amount of zombies. He and a few fellow officers now remain barricaded in the old police station where food and ammo are beggining to run in short supply and the the number of dead continues to rise.
Home: Outskirts of New York City
Outfit: Khaki cargo pants, shoe like boots, tactical kevlar vest over white beater undershirt, fingerless mesh gloves, thick leather belt, and a rather fashionable pair of sunglasses he got as a souvenir from a zombie encounter.
Appearance: He stands around 6' and built like a recreational body builder. Short brown hair, white skin, green eyes, tribal style spiral tatoo on his right shoulder. Flexible due to martial arts training.
Personality: Very kind natured man to everyone he meets but not afraid to get stern to maintain order or prevent skirmishes. Easy to get along with, loves joking around and enjoys being with others.
Arsenal: 9mm pistol front holstered on the tactical vest, tactical pump action shotgun kept in back holster, military survival knife on left shoulder strap sheath on the tactical vest, 24" collapsible impact baton hanging from left side on belt, 2 foot crow bar that hangs from the right side on belt. Well trained in knife play, judo, marksmanship.
Misc. Equipment: Zippo lighter and lighter fluid in cargo pocket, small 3 inch flashlight kept in trouser pocket and 1 foot mag light hanging from belt behind impact baton, few clips spare ammo and decent amount of shells ammo stored in tactical vest. Canteen hooked on belt on right rear side and folding knife stored in trouser pocket.
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:05 pm
Name: Geno Nighthawk
Age: 21
Bio: For years Geno lived on the outskirts of civilization, deciding to take a more direct approach to life on Gaea Prime. He spent much of his time with the Dwroan, training, learning, hunting, surviving. He learned many survival techniques from the drone and combined some of their weapon styles with materials from his own civilization. One of most important things he learned with the Dwroan was how to survive on your own in the jungles of Gaea. The Dwroan taught him about edible and medicinal plants of the jungle, and introduced him to the large variety of dangerous flora and fauna of the jungle. The taught him which were safe to hunt, and which ones to run from just seeing their tracks. Geno now spends most of his time inventing weapons or hunting in the jungle, mapping out safe passages and taking note on dangerous plant and animal behaviors.
Home: Outskirts of his civilization, very close to Dwroan
Outfit: Geno's clothes are of a Dwroan, human mixed design. They are comfterble, durable, breath well, water proof, and comflauged to look like the jungle. Geno has shirts, pants, shoes, and gloves made from this material.
Appearance: Geno is 6'2" and weighs around 210 lbs. All of that is solid muscle due to his training with the Dwroan and his own jungle survival. Geno has short brown hair and green eyes. Geno's left and right arms have been embroidered with the tribal tatoos of the Dwroan that give him a fierce appearence and help him blend in with the jungle even more.
Personality: Geno has spent so much time away from his own civilization that he is a bit socially akward. He is a quiet person due to all the time he spends off on his own. He has two methods of dealing with an argument that goes sour: first is walk away, and if that doesnt work the second is: knock the ******** out.
Arsenal: Geno created his weapons himself taking designs from the Dwroan and materials from the humans. His first 2 weapons are gauntlets that fit all the way from the top of his hand to his elbow. These guantlets have 2 functions, the first is they conceal 2 blades that come out over his knuckles when he closes his fist on the trigger in his hand. The trigger looks like a bar that comes form the gauntlet to under his fingers. On the end of the trigger near his thumb there is a button. When the button on the left gauntlet is pressed, it fires a claw attached to a chain with a 20 foot reach that clamps down onto or into branches. Releasing the button begins turning the crank in the gauntlet that reels Geno into the next tree.
The gauntlet on the right hand is virtually the same, except it has a sort of crossbow on it. When the button on this is pressed the trigger no longer extends the blades but instead fires the crossbow. The crossbow is designed to fire like a catapult (like aircraft carriers launch systems) so it can fire a wide variety of objects. When the button is not pressed the crossbow remains collapsed on the gauntlet (for visual refrence see Oddworld: Strangers wrath)
Genos next weapon is a Glaive he forged himself. The entire Glaive is abour 5 feet long and was created out of a lightweight, rust resistant, starship class metal he "borrowed" from the supply depo of his civilization. The blade of this glaive if a foot 1/2 long making the total length of the glaive 6ft. The bottom half of the blade is serrated making it efficient for taking on lethal plants and animals of Gaea. The glaive can collapse into half its length (like and impact baton, 6> 3ft) and can be used like a sword if desired.
Misc. Equipment: Geno carries a backpack on whenever he goes into the jungle. He has a hunting dagger and machete made from the remains of his starship metal hanging from his belt. Geno's backpack usually contains a canteen of water, jars for collecting valuable plants or animals, binoculars, a lighters and lighter fluid, tools to repair his gauntlets if the need arises, and a respirator of human design. The respirator fits over the face with a strap that goes around the head. This supplies geno with air in underwater, spore infested, or otherwise deadly environment. The mask can recycle air for 1 hour before it needs to release the expended air and replace it with new. (ie.: u gotta surface after one hour, or clean the toxic air) This respirator helps Geno hunt underwater.
Role Play thread: Brining forth the past within our future
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:20 pm
Name: Rupert Mihailo
Age: 35
Bio: Rupert was a scientist working for a company that produced bio-weapons for the highest bidder, usually terrorists or bored rich folk with nothing better to do with their money or lives. Rupert spent most of his time on airborne pathogens, chemicals, bacterias and in certain cases, viruses. Everything was going smoothly for him, he had just created a new type of gas that when inhaled layed dormant in the bloodstream until the victim either inhaled or was given an injection of another chemical that reacted with the dormant gas and caused it to expand. In shorter words, he had turned the "bends" into a lethal weapon. The resulting grant money boosted progress on his next greatest research: highly voracious bacteria that had the ability to desintegrate and elephant in less then a day. The bacteria was designed to eat away the organic material until none remained and then die. For safety's sake they kept the bacteria in canisters in a refrigerator to prevent multiplication or leaks. One day at the lab while he was conducting experiments on the speed of the bacteria growth, the alarm sounded and the entire facility was on lock down. After an unsettling 30 minutes there was a thunderous crash somewhere below on the lower levels. Shortly after that the power went out, and the lock down was forced to end. The only thing that Rupert recalled as he made his way out of the facility was that the labs were in shambles, bodies were mutilated everywhere, and the lifts were un-operational. One of the near dead scientists somehow managed to make the words "Level 6" before he died. Level 6 just happened to be virology and animal testing. Shortly after the zombies appeared and the world plunged headfirst into hell.
Home: Somewhere in the U.S
Outfit: Lab coat, gloves, shoes, and glasses
Appearance: Rupert is about 6 foot three and weighs about 220 lbs. He lacks muscular endurance and strength due to spending a life behind books and lab benches. He has long, straight black hair that is pulled back into a tail, black beard, and gray eyes.
Personality: Rupert spent his life behind books acing every high school exam, becoming valid victorian for both high school and grad school. He has a rather arrogant attitude and feels that almost everyone is mentally inferior to him and that they waste his time. He is deeply devoted to his research and spends almost all his time now-a-days locked in his laboratory at home, researching and inventing.
Home: Rupert took immediate action when the infection first started, stockpiling endless amounts of supplies. His house was completely boarded up and fortified from the inside. He uses his rooftop as a greenhouse garden to grow a large amount of plants for food and medicinal use, and he constructed a large chicken coupe in his backyard where he keeps his chickens, and a large pen where he keeps rabbits that he uses for food and experimentation. Rupert's backyard previously had a line of bushy evergreen trees to block out the nosy neighbors, but after the infection started to spread he paid for a two foot trench to be dug right behind the trees, filled with concrete that was used as a base for a very thick wooden fence with barb wires on top. The neighboring citizens thought he had finally gone mad, but Rupert had the last laugh when they came knocking on his door with their throats ripped out or their limbs falling off. The backyard also contained three large compost heaps where he piled animal dung and corpses, cut grass and pine needles, and any other biodegradables .
Misc. Equipment: During his stockpiling time frame, Rupert managed to aquire many solar panels he now uses to power his home and run his well. He gathered as many tools as he could get his hands on, as well as batteries, lighters, lighter fluid, matches, writing materials, flashlights, shoes, extra clothing, and countless other objects. His home is cluttered but well stocked.
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 12:23 am
Name: Varuna
Age: Young adult
Species: Mountain Lion (cougar)
Bio: Varuna traveled around since he was very young learning the languages and behaviors of other animals following the standard of "take only what you need to survive." Not much else is known about his past save that he has a brother who is his polar opposite in many ways.
Home: Varuna is nomadic
Appearance: Varuna was blessed good genes. His father had been a very large and very large cougar with a vast territory. His fame was widespread. Varuna's mother, who was considered to be the most attractive puma in the forest, happened to stumble apon the hunting grounds of a very famous forest lordm. Needless to say they fell in love and Varuna took from the best of both parties. Large, muscular, handsome, and kind and inquisitive disposition made him a very famous child.
Personality: Varuna travels to learn about others. He is kind, patient, and friendly to everyone... unless they are food.
Powers: unknown
Role Play Threads: Nation of Mnyama
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 5:36 am
Name: Seon Costello
Age: 26
Bio: Caught in the middle of a holiday when the infection started. Taking a holiday near of the U.S beaches was his idea, not wanting to be too far away from the sea, even away from his homeland Australia. He would always go out early in the mornings for a swim, he liked it because he was alone. On one morning he returned from his morning swim to see nobody in the house and the car gone, with all his families posessions still lying where he last saw them. While looking around his holiday beach house, he walked into each room, looking for anybody. When reaching the bathroom, his parents were in the tub being eaten by a diseased looking man in board shorts. But to get this story to be shorter, it basically ended up in him running off coming to the conclusion that his older sister had taken his younger brothers to the airport, to go back home. Leaving him alone, he stayed alone, getting what he could when he could.
Home: Gold coast, Queensland
Clothes: Worn out looking grey-green cargo pants, a red T-shirt with a military jacket, military boots and military gloves.
Appearence: Thin and average height, not very intimdating but you can see experience in him.
Personality: A bit quirky, never been right since the infection started. Would talk to himself when trying to think, and he would also respond to it. Unexperienced in socialising, would hurt somebodys feelings without knowing or careing. Moves and acts like nobody is watching, although many people say they dont care what pepole think this guy does not actually care what people think.
Arsenal: A M21 rifle and dagger obtained from an abandoned military outpost. Machete found in a rotting convinence store.
Misc. equipment: I guess a ute (I think americans call it a pickup truck) would count. Countless amount of CD's in ute, as well as tinned food, water bottles, and bottles of petrol in the back, enough to last for years.
Role Play thread: Zombies in Da Hood
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:08 pm
Name: Mekumo
Age: Young adult
Species: Mountain lion (albino)
Bio: The brother and polar opposite of Varuna. Born albino and driven insane by the color blindness and lack of popularity Varuna had at birth. Mekumo travels around constantly in a bad temper, destroying whatever happens to piss him off. Now he only wants to see his brother dead but he wants to toy with him and be an overal menace before he trys to kill him.
Home: Psychotic nomad
Appearance: Mekumo is a medium size cougar, albino, pure white with blazing red eyes.
Personality: Mekumo is insane, he wants everything dead, then he wants nothing dead, and then he wants everything to die except his brother so he can finish him off himself. He talks to himself and has no fear or guilt over taken someones life.
Powers: unknown
Role Play Threads: Nation of Mnyama
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