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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:11 pm
__ _ __ ACCEPTED PROFILES;
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:19 pm
Lost-Hope-00 Postion: [Citizen]Name: [Chris White]Age: [22]Gender: [Male]Picture: Chris.Job: [Coffee Shop Clerk]Transportation: His Ford PickupResidence: His apartment.Sexual Orientation: [Heterosexual]Likes/Dislikes: [Likes: Coffee, friendly people, being left alone sometimes, drinking, hanging out with close friends, etc.
Dislikes: HUGE crowds, unfriendly people, smoking, etc.]Traits: [Hot-headed, friendly, caring, careful, harsh at times, fun, rebellious, flirty, etc.]Biography: [Chris was a small town kid, always wanting an adventure in life. That's why, when he turned eighteen and graduated from high school, he moved to Blackridge. With his vocational training in high school, he was ready to take on the world and become a renowned architect. Working as a part-time coffee shop clerk, he's on his way to finishing college. The college is located far out of the city, and Chris has considered moving out there, but couldn't, due to financial issues. His parents had loaned him thousands of dollars for him to be able to afford a decent apartment, so there was no way he could convince them to give him even more money.
On one not-so-average day, Chris woke up to the reflection of the sunlight shining onto the bright white snow on his window sill, and woke up quickly, shielding his eyes. He sat up from his bed and clutched the comforter and ripped it off, in anger to a rude awakening. Chris got up anyway, took a shower and walked into the kitchen of his small apartment to make breakfast to start another day in Blackridge. A loud "bang" caught his attention, and caused him to drop his frying pan onto the floor. He picked it up, and set it down on the counter. He walked outside, oblivious to the cold, and looked over his balcony to the city below. A cloud of grey smoke gathered into the air in the distance. Small screams were heard a moment later, screams of terror. Chris shook his head, and shifted his vision around a few buildings to see the accident; a burning car sitting in what seemed like the middle of the road, at the far end of the city, from what he could see. What had caused this accident? A bomb? But what the real answer was, Chris didn't know he could believe. It seemed impossible.]
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:56 pm
iSlapZombies Postion: [Inside Worker (SHHHH!)]Name: [Emiline Sanders]Age: [22]Gender: [Female]Picture: Me, Add a ShirtJob: [Mechanic]Transportation: Good Old Pick-Up TruckResidence: Home Sweet Home. I am the Top Left.Sexual Orientation: [Bisexual]Likes/Dislikes: [Likes: Coffee, Funny People, The Rain, The Dark, Outgoing People, Sleeping, Fixing Things, Beating Things Up, Music, Helping People in Need.
Dislikes: Not Having Coffee, Annoying People, Overly Loud Music, Being Woken Up.]Traits: [Goofy, Crazy, Loud, Caring, Angry, Silly, Untrusting, Persistent, Stubborn, Moody, Funny, and Violent.]Biography: [Emiline was born into a highly dysfunctional family. Her parents would fight constantly, and she thanked whatever higher being there was that she was their only child. When her father up and left one day, Emiline and her mother were left to fend for themselves. This is when she started to become street smart, learning how to steal, fight, and beg very well. At age fifteen, she began working on cars at the shop near her apartment. After earning enough money, she moved out of her mother's apartment and now lives on her own.
She awoke one night, feeling something was off. Never being a light sleeper, she was surprised when she awoke ungroggily from a deep sleep. Rising gracefully from her bed, she stared out the window at the thing now surrounding the city. Wide-eyed, she bit her lip and shook her head. "No," she whispered to herself, shaking her head slowly. This wasn't really happenning...]Other: She may (or may not) know more about the shield then she lets on.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 1:00 pm
iSlapZombies Postion: [Citizen]Name: [Andren Moore]Age: [23]Gender: [Male]Picture: AndrenJob: [Bar Tender]Transportation: Yes I Do Know It SucksResidence: Top RightSexual Orientation: [Heterosexual]Likes/Dislikes: [Likes: Drinking, Coffee, Smoking, A Good Bar Fight, Waking Up Early, The Dark, and His Old Van
Dislikes: Over Sleeping, Being Caught in the Rain, Being out of Cigarettes, When His Van Breaks Down, Annoying People, Whiny People.]Traits: [Friendly, Angry when Provoked, Funny, Stubborn, Loud, Loyal, and Trustworthy]Biography: [After living a quiet and uneventful life in the country side, Andren decided to go to bar tending school in the city. He`s lived there ever since, and has found that he loves the rough-and-tumble attitude of his new habitat much more to his liking. Never one to back down from a good fight, Andren enjoys working at a hotel bar and meeting new people.
After awaking one morning quite rested, Andren peered happily out of his window. Not at first noticing the sudden arrival of an obstruction to the sky, he smiled lazily and went on with his day. After brushing his teeth, he again took a moment to look optimistically out at the rest of the city. Upon seeing the dome-like structure, Andren was rattled. Where did it come from? Why was it there? What was going on here? Still staring in disbelief out of the window, he couldn`t believe what he was seeing.
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