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1. This is an invite only rp currently. However, if you are invited don't feel obligated to play if you don't want to.
2. If you would like to be invited PM me and tell me why. We might invite you in. If there are enough players we might move it to an open forum. (Possibly Fantasy)
3. You must make sure that your characters fit into the setting. It's not hard to do. Make them realistic, give them some drama.
4. Some times the rp will have crazy stuff happening, other times the characters might sit around playing video games, talking about their hard times, and everything in between.
5. If you didn't get an invite don't send me a bio. Send me a request, then we can talk about bios.
6. I will only allow for people to play up to two characters at this point. I may allow for one or two more later, but currently one or two should be enough.
7. Do not play a character that knows, is, or has worked with a celebrity. I find it very tacky wish fulfillment and that doesn't belong here. Certain things could fall into this gray area, so feel free to ask me first.
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Name: Hank Bathers
Player: Asialk
Age: 62
Sexual Orientation: Straight
General Appearance: Hank is prone to wearing things he feels comfortable in, and though these things may not be sweatpants and baggy t-shirts, he has just about as much style. Usually he can be seen wearing a flanel shirt and white painter's pants. He keeps his hair in a crew cut.
Personality: Hank is an old fashioned kinda guy, and most modern things will make him uncomfortable. Though he has grown to accept a few of life's greater changes. He still holds onto his military history being as productive as he can in his age.
Passions: Hank is nothing without his guitar. Though his hands are thin and weak in appearance they still hold all of his old strength. He can play a guitar like a pro.
Hobbies: When not playing hank can be found reading, whittling, or sleeping.
Bio: After retiring from the Army Hank settled his family in the small town of Dervin, a little place nestled in the fork of a river. There his children grew, he and his wife aged and they all lived a happy life. His two sons joined the Army when their time came and they were deployed across the world. However while his family had all gathered for his 60th birthday a bizarre turn of events occurred. Hank was caught up in the middle of a zombie attack. Sadly he was the only member of his family to survive. After the government rescued him and the few others to make it, they offered an official apology and offered each a large amount of money yearly to keep the incident quiet. Hank having served the government himself for over twenty years knew that this was the best they could do, and accepted. Since then he has moved to a town in New York and started renting an apartment. Hank is still trying to get back to a small semblance of normalcy in his life.
Other: Hank has developed a mild sense of paranoia and keeps his home stocked in case of another attack.
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Name: Eleanor (El) Marie Farley
Player: LeatrixSage
Age: 29
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
General Appearance: El stand at a comfortable 5’9” and weighs about 140lbs, though she often drops five pounds when asked. Auburn hair, often died with some random streaks of temporary colors if there is a rave to go to. She has grey eyes, not blue as so many seem to think, but grey, the color of charcoal ash.
Personality: From her appearance, some would assume El to be butch and bitchy. The truth is anything but, except for maybe the b***h part while she is in the bedroom. She is comfortable with herself, and tends to be out spoken because of it. This isn’t to say, however, that the only opinion that matters is hers. On the contrary, she loves hearing new points of view and learning new things.
Passions: Learning, Art, her toddler, Jacob.
Hobbies: She keeps a small art studio that showcases her work, and that of several other alternative artists. Her entire life was that studio until the day Jacob was born. Now her entire world centers on those baby blues and his cute little laugh.
Bio: El was born in the middle of nowhere on a farm in Missouri. Her family is great, the dinky town was fine and is always nice to go back to, but she just could not see spending her life there. She went straight from high school to college, from college to the world. Erika, El’s first girlfriend, drug her to New York. Erika eventually left, but El stayed.

Relationships have come and gone over the years, but eventually she fell into a fairly long term relationship with a tattoo artist, Jason. She worked for him for a while, using her art degree in a slightly strange fashion. When she opened her art studio, Jason felt second rate, and the strain on the relationship killed it.

Jacob is the spitting image of his father, but El would never go to Jason and drop the bomb on his lap. Instead, she and her son get by just fine on her own. Her family visited for a while, but recently have gone back to Missouri. So, why El works the studio, Jacob stays at home with El’s next door neighbor, Tamara, a fellow artist that works at a local coffee shop on weekends.

Other: Jacob is just about to get into his terrible twos, and it’s the weirdest thing. Electronics seem to go nuts around him. According to El’s mom, things like that happened around her when she was a little girl.

Pic: Eleanor

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Name: Marcss McGrath
Player:The Twinge
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Straight
General Appearance: Tall and lean. His hair is longish, past his ears, with red highlights in the winter and blue highlights in the summer. Hazel eyes, that change between green and brown depending on the season. Also, on his right arm he has a tattoo that looks like a tribal-ban around his bicep, though the symbols and letters aren't recognizable
Personality: Marcas is, generally, a very happy person. Smart as well--unless it comes to common-sense sort of things. He is terrible with fiances, and is easily taken advantage of because of this. Overall he is a considerate and kind person.
Passions: Poetry & Playing music. He wishes he knew how to make a living off this, but alas, he only knows the life of a freelancer.
Hobbies: Playing guitar and writing songs.
Bio: Marcus had a mother named Lillian and a father named Benjamin McGrath. Lillian was much like Marcas, as she was very free-going and easy going. However, Lillian's English was even worst than Marcas' English. She was also more ignorant of the social norms than Marcas. This is evident in the fact she did not mind being beaten by her husband--since a wife had to stay by her "marriage" (though she wasn't even officially married to her, she just did not know you needed a ceremony). Only 5'2'', her husband had a good foot on her and a didn't hold his liquor well. This was the beginning of contradictions for Marcas. His father was a drunk, which is not supported, but his mother preached the importance of wine and alcohol. Moving along, Lillian did not mind being beaten since she and her son had a place to stay--and there was some love there, naturally. However, when Benjamin began to beat on Marcas--at the time, only 6--the mother quickly left the household to protect her son.

They went to a battered women's shelter and stayed there. Lillian was an excellent cook and made her keep by cooking for all the women in the shelter. Marcas was allowed to stay with his mother. During this time, Marcas did not attend school but instead was taught by his mother. He learned many songs and many homely traditions. Again, Lillian was ignorant to the social norm of "public school".

One day when Marcas was twelve, Lillian left. No word or notice was given to the shelter. However, Marcas was given a tattoo on his arm made of strange symbols. After his mother left, he too left the shelter to find somewhere else to live until his mother returned (he continues to believe she will). He joined a street gang named "Guerreros". Being a very fast runner, Marcas made his keep in the gang by running drugs in the street and doing minor thefts. Eventually when Marcas was 16, another member of the gang--Samuel, 18--took Marcas off to be a con-artist with him. Together they made a healthy living together, getting a wealthy apartment. Samuel was smart with money and knew how to get it and spend it wisely.

Once they tried to con this wealthy family--Marcas was now 18, Samuel was 20. To their surprise, the daughter of the family--Sarah Edwards, 16--ran away to join them. Not sure what to do, they agreed to let her join their team. Marcas gave Sarah the nickname "Scarlet", and she happily agreed to such a name. Not much time had passed when the Scarlet and Marcas started to date. After a year, Marcas professed his love to her. She said nothing, then after a month, Scarlet dumped Marcas and started dating Samuel. They told Marcas they were going to begin a gun-dealing business, but Marcas declined the invite. He was too heartbroken to watch his best friend and his ex-girlfriend stay together.

So since then Marcas made his own free-lancing business. He does numerous things for numerous amounts of pay. However, he never knows how much money to ask so he may clean someone's entire house for only $5. He never complains about the pay. This has lead him to live in an extremely small apartment with no heat nor electricity. He stays there to this day.

Other: Marcas, like his mother, has trouble speaking English clearly. If he didn't speak, he would appear to be a thug--but hearing his heavy accent, he seems much more innocent.
Pic: So Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry

Currently being attacked by zombies.

So hush little baby...
[[ooc: song link-- ]]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxuLAuVc4qQ]]

So hush little baby...

Hank was on his way home from the hardware store, a small bag clutched in his left hand. In the bag was a pack of light bulbs, 60 watt, to replace the burnt out bulbs that were over his dining room table. It had been the strangest thing, one moment he was eating his soup, solid disagreed with him anymore, and the next he was in total darkness. Well except for the light off the tv. That was always on if he was home. Made it feel like he wasn't the only person there.
Hank was passing by a restaurant he had never been to before when he heard a young man singing. The voice mingled with the guitar caught his ear, and for no particular reason at all he stopped to watch through the window. Though the voice had caught his attention he could not account for the young mans sense of style. It was wholly unlike what a man his age appreciated. But then he looked down at his own clothes and reminded himself that not many would have respect for his wardrobe either.
On a whim he decided it might be nice to go in and have a meal, since his soup back home was likely cold by now. He walked back to the door and pushed it open watching after the young man all the while, enjoying mostly the sound of the guitar itself, but the singing was surprisingly well matched for it.
A waiter came and took his order, another bowl of soup. he sat and watched as a young girl went up to talk to the musician. Eventually when the next song started Hank was relaxed and warm, thinking on what amount to give the young man. For surely he was accepting gratuity.