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[Bee]

Hey Bee, how many players are you looking to join the rp? Just curious.

Sorry I have not responded in a few days! my internet was down and I recently just got a new job! I am looking for at least 6-8 players to make it more involved and character-oriented so if you know others that would like to join, please let me know!

Name: Samuel Floe
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: Sam is around 5' 9'', with medium length black hair, peeking out from the sides of a brown cowboy hat, he found in the street. He has a slim figure, and slightly tanned skin from his constant time outdoors. He has unusually dark, blue eyes. His face is lightly covered in stubble.
His clothes aren't in the best condition. he wears a brown, suade jacket, tool belt and loose jeans, with climbing shoes, suitable for free running

History: Samuel made his living doing anything he could. Mostly theft, mugging, convenience store hold ups, but anything else he had to. He knew it was wrong, but he never actually hurt anyone. Sam was the kind of guy who stood out among the other criminal gangs, as if it was a game, he never took anything seriously, which had landed him in trouble before. With no family left, Sam was crawling through life by the time of the war, just trying to survive each day. He secretly dreamed of making an honest living, but never made any progress towards success.

Weapon: Slightly dented tire iron. Sam previously owned a glock 18, and knows his way around other pistols.

Skills: Agility, Speech

Reborn: Sam was crammed into a bomb shelter in a crowd of other survivors, not knowing at first why. Survival in the shattered remains of the city seemed much the same to him as the life he had before, but now he was surviving with other people.

Yes, this is fine with me. Although, one question is he in the tribe than?

[seems legit]

yeah, he's in the tribe

[Bee]

Alright!

[JTR]

This looks awesome.


Name: Thomas Mackason
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: Thomas is 5'9" with a fairly scrawny build from lack of nutrition Thomas wears what is left of his leather coat and jeans with a small gas mask around his neck he found. He wears thick fingerless leather gloves that he found in a nearby shop. He has green eyes, with now long untempt black hair, a grizzled face with a scar on his lip and a beard.

History: Born in New York City, Thomas was a professional shooter and an artist with no family who made several well selling pieces before the bombs fell. When they fell he was in another state displaying his art and was lucky enough to get into a bunker and stay there for several weeks until he decided to leave. He walked back to his hometown of New York City, it took him two years to get there and now he searches for his studio.

Weapon: Thomas has a Glock 17 pistol chambered in 9mm with only 5 rounds in the mag left from his two year long journey to New York City.

Skills: Repair, Gun Handling

Reborn: Thomas got out of the bunker several weeks after the bombs fell and now two years after he’s back in New York City to find his studio and maybe a new purpose.

[SpeckieBen]

OH I AM SO UP FOR THIS

Name:
Old Kal'
Age:
54
Gender:
Female
Race:
Glowie, was once an African American.

Appearance:
Light grey hair tied up into a tight bun. Her already aging skin is starting to ware even more due to her exposure to the radiation.
She has a gimpy leg and has to use a split and a walking stick to walk properly.
She wares glasses but thanks to the radiation her eye sight improved dramatically. Her eyes are a deep brown.
She's of a rather plump build and wears classic knitted clothing, her own making of course.

History:
Old Kal' finds it more and more difficult to remember all the facts and figures surrounding her life, and she's even less sure whether or not that's the radiation or just plain old age talking. Some of her most vivid memories are of her in a hot country, Afghanistan, where she spent her days diffusing bombs and eating gumbo with the boys. Sure work was hard, she lost many friends and felt distant from everything she loved, but it was work at something that not only was she good at, but also something she enjoyed, being a heroin, saving lives of people she'd never meet. There was something right about that. Something about the ideals of it all that sat well with her.
In another flashback she remembers her children laughing and smiling as their father was out sprucing up yet another old car to sell on to make that extra bit of cash, as soon as she'd fallen pregnant she'd dropped out of the army, and so times were hard, yes sir indeed. Any extra cash they could make was a gift from God. Even though she looked after the kids full time she still did her fair share of the work too though, she helped fix up the car with her man, she mended the clothes of the children or even knitted them knew ones. She'd make special quilts and sell them to friends. It was a weird combination of memories to have, one minute she was fixing guns and diffusing bombs and the next she was fixing clothes and taking old cars apart.
Her last memory before the flash is of her sitting alone in a room, holding her man's picture, knowing that he was long gone, a car crash, a simple but tragic accident. Alcohol. Now she hated the stuff. Her son and daughter, off elsewhere, unknown. Probably best that way. Old kal' would't want them to see what she's become.


Weapon:
Since the two years after the war she's been regularly going out to search and collect for materials. However on her travels she has often discovered the odd land mine, home made bomb (i.e. found the materials to make one or found one) and a small revolver, though she has few bullets for it.

Skills:
explosives, repair.

Reborn:
Through a multitude of factors that all came into her favour, Old Kal' was able to survive the atomic bombs initial wave of destruction, literally if she'd have been once inch further left or if she'd have been standing instead of sitting then she may have not survived today. Though in reality she isn't actually living at all, no, Old Kal' is slowly disintegrating away.
Her mother always said her stubborn nature would be the end of her and it finally came true. When the authorities told her to evacuate she did not listen, when her kids pleaded that she go with them as the threat of war loomed closer she refused and finally, even after the bombs struck and all was laid to waste, even after all those around her were gone, she remained. She had to, there was still a part of him, her hubby, her love, right here.
Due to the high exposure to radiation and her use of both radiated water and growing of vegetables on the radiated land she become one of the glowies. However Old kal' likes to joke that she's gotten the glow back she missed from her youth.

[MykaShadow]

Name: Jamie Farnham

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: http://cdn.teen.com/wp-content/uploa...ys_400x500.jpg

History: Jamie grew up in a small town with a large family. He was a middle child of five. He cared for his younger siblings after his parents divorced and his elder siblings moved away. He especially cared for his youngest sibling, Sarah, who disappeared when the world became what it is today.

He was always good with chemistry. Well, the making explosions part of it even when there wasn’t supposed to be one. He always had a good aim. He was on a baseball team as the pitcher. MVP almost every year.

He’s always been distant though. Not getting to know people for a long period of time. He’s fairly social, but he doesn’t like to be. It’s worse now that he’s lost even more.

Weapon: When he awoke, he found a frying pan. He made a make-shift belt and carries it on there.

Skills: Explosives and Melee weapons

Reborn: He awoke in the remains of his house, unaware of what had occurred. He had a giant bump on his head and figured he was knocked out from the start. Everything he had was gone. Everything that is, except for a frying pan, a belt, and a paper clip. He wandered on his own for a while before finding the tribe.

[Aeliss Novak]

I have a question, what do you do in conversations if you need a two paragraph long post? Sorry if I seem like a noob, I knid of am.

[Kamakazikid8]

Personally, my characters usually gesture and think, depending on the context. If I'm explaining something, they'll do things like point, think about the topic and what would be relevant and/or useful, or explain multiple things at once, sometimes by answering questions not (yet) asked. If its an arguement, they do thinks one would expect from an angry person: grit their teeth, ball up their hands, etc.

Personally though, I think this RP may be just a bit dead.

[Aeliss Novak]

It looks like a really cool RP, but I don't know if I can make such long posts in a conversation. :(