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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:49 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Cole Ryder
Minis account name: Eatsero
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Employment: ...What?
Faction: District 4: Mall
Character description:
+Extensive knowledge of zombie apocalypse tropes via films and video games.
+Light-hearted.
-Bases important decisions on aforementioned knowledge.
-Significant fear of escalators, elevators, and other mechanical forms of elevation change.
Physical Description: 5'8”, skinny to the point of looking malnourished. Olive skin with dark bags under his eyes from late nights, video game binges, and an unhealthy consumption of Red Bull and 5-hour Energy. Brown eyes. Shaggy, sandy blonde hair that reaches his chin with a permanent case of bed-head.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
I'm not the black guy, I won't die first.
Cole's mantra echoed in his head as he ducked into the nearest Victoria's Secret, tucking himself away between a size zero mannequin and a rack full of the kind of lingerie women only bought on their husband's birthdays. Normally, the D cup resting on his head like a lacy black yarmulke would have been a pleasant reminder of fraternity days long passed. Now, it was just a convenient cover, helping to conceal him from the groaning, shambling Walking Dead extras patrolling the blood-slicked floors.
“This is all your fault,” he hissed at the scarred face of Venom Snake, the featuring character of the latest Metal Gear Solid game. Cole had only ventured into the teenage-infested labyrinth of clothing stores and escalators in pursuit of the game, now clutched in his trembling hands as though the scar-faced hero might jump off the page and come to his rescue should he end up in real trouble.
I'm not the black guy. I'm not the black guy. I'm not the black guy.
A lifetime of film stereotypes and video games had left Cole with his security blanket chant, and he repeated it over and over in his head while the wet slap of bloody feet in the food court outside echoed in his ears. He wasn't racist, really. No, seriously, just ask all of his black friends. Oh, right, you can't. Because they probably all died in the first hour of whatever Day Z scenario was playing out a mere five feet away from the wall-sized spread of Heidi Klum's airbrushed cleavage.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:57 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Kaethus Lazaris
Minis account name: never crazy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Employment: Currently Incarcerated for Petty Theft
Faction: 2 Prison ((If possible with Miidnight Melody's characters since they're brothers))
Character description: The younger of the Lazaris brothers, Kaethus is well known for stealing hearts and wallets. He's 177cm with long brown hair and stunning blue eyes. He's far less muscled than his older brother with more of a lanky, lightly muscled frame with the beginning of a beer belly leftover from his free nights of roaming the city streets. His favorite hobbies are chasing after the illusive easy wallet grab, easy night call and pretending he's a more hardened criminal than he's capable of.
Since he spends most of his time pulling jobs or trying to get lucky he's out of sorts with technology, but his focus is on getting ahead in money and in his love lust life. While he's not usually malicious, you wouldn't call him a good guy either. Or smart. He tends to botch anything big and got caught on something small. Thus is why is name to a lot of people is usually just "idiot".
Traits:
+ Confident: Can he do it? Damn right he can. Kaethus has a good sense of himself and what he can do, and he has that confidence in himself to try anything else.
+ Sense of Humor: Life is too short to take things seriously so he tends not to and tries to make people laugh in the most dire of situations. Whether jokes or actions, he wants to live on the lighter side of life.
- Impulsive: He does what he wants, what he really really wants. Like all the time. Whatever pops into his head. And that gets his dumbass into trouble.
- Stubborn: On top of doing or saying whatever pops into his head, he's not good at compromising. He sticks to his guns and is thick-headedly driven to do things his own way. Which is why his brother usually cleans up his mess.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: "Lights out!"
Man, how he missed the officers voice even after only being without it for a few hours. He missed his uncomfortable top bunk, the noise of his "roomates" breathing, the occasional walking of boots against the concrete floors... but most of all he missed damn electricity.
"Can't even see my damn hand in front of my damn face." Kaethus muttered as he fiddled with the tacky jumpsuit sleeves tied around his waist. When the electricity went the locking mechanisms followed, then the general quiet of everything and finally sanity.
Beer, ladies, men, a free for all wallet grab - that was his dream for his first day out. Now all he had was Aaron trailing behind him and the shouts from far off. "Ugggghhhh..." He whined, rubbing at an ear. Some people had been muttering, rather ranting, about something he didn't care to remember about. Infection this, virus that... what was he, a doctor?
"Is O'Grady's this way Aa-" His words cut off as he turned into the alley.
Instant Regret
It wasn't the sight, not at first, but the sound of bone meeting flesh that he'd heard far too often with the sloshing of liquid to pavement. "Aaron!" He called back, but his voice choked out at the end. A gleam of eyes stared and his flight kicked in.
Kaethus didn't make it far as he turned the corner and into a wall of people. "Oh ******** me." He muttered. The tall, muscle-headed visage of his brother had vanished and replaced with a crowd of... were those even people? He was a thief, not a fighter. He was a thief... and his legs obeyed like a thief as his body hit the wall, searching, pleading, begging to get away from the reaching arms and screams in the distance.
damn Damn DAMN! He leaped into the nearest thing. Dark, safe, and concealed is what it was. He felt at peace. From one cell into another.
It was only coincidence that he'd ended up back in a garbage can.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 1:15 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Jayson Slider (Jay)
Minis account name: Hobo Pixi
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Employment: Professional Baseball Player
Faction: District 4 : The Mall (Would like to be paired with leon_a_darkangel's character July)
Character description:
[+] Athletic - In being a pro baseball player, it requires him to be extremely active and fit. He enjoys getting pumped and working out which has made him strong and fast.
[+] Committed - Once Jay commits to something, he will do everything in his power to follow through.
[-] Stubborn - While Jay's mentality isn't quite "my way or the highway," he will gladly put his ten cents in and make it very known. If he doesn't agree with someone, he will not argue but he might leave and do what he thought was best.
[-] Skeptical - Due to the grim history that Jayson has, he has developed a sense of distrust from others. He finds it hard to trust people, especially if they just met. He will question and keep as many eyes as he can on them till they prove themselves.
Jay stands as 5' 11" and has a very athletic build. He has short strawberry blond hair and green eyes. He has sleeve tattoos on both arms and a small tattoo on his chest. He has piercing on his left ear.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Jayson had arrived earlier with his husband, July, at the mall for an evening movie date. It'd been a while and he had promised his lover that he would take him. Jay rubbed his stomach as he stood in line at one of the theater concession stands, looking to see if he could see July from his spot in line. He must still be in the bathroom, he thought. He looked back at the food, stomach growling. He'd just got their order and was applying ketchup to his hotdog when the lights went out. Jay looked around curiously, thinking it was rather odd for the whole mall to go dark. Did the mall close already? He didn't hear an announcement.
He took a big bite from his hotdog, chewing it and swallowing. He set his food down when he heard chaos break out. He looked around, feeling a knot in his stomach as he looked to the bathrooms. He hoped July was okay. As people screamed and ran by him, he left his food to head over to grab his lover from the bathrooms. Just then, someone.. no something grabbed his leg and he fell. His eyes widened as he saw what looked like a animated corpse! He kicked it, scurrying to his feet and ran ever faster to the bathroom. This definitely had something to do with that virus! His heart pounded, scared for his lover, scared for himself... scared for humanity!
Relief crossed him as Anders practically ran into him from the bathroom. He didn't have time to look him over, he grabbed his hand and ran! Jay looked for anywhere were they could hide, too scared to panic. They ran by a supply closet, halting to go back to it. Lucky for them it was unlocked and jay shoved july in there, following him and closing the door. He locked it and began to grab anything that'd be useful in protecting his lover and himself.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 1:32 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Aaron Lazaris
Minis account name: Miidnight Melody
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Employment: Prisoner as of this moment for . . . soliciting with giving directions to a prostitute.
Faction: 2 Prison (If possible with Kuumeii's character, Kaethus, because they're brothers)
Character description:
+ Clever :: Aaron is quite the clever man for you have to be in this hell. Even though he only has one eye from a personal past event, he is very observant of his surroundings and use what he sees and knows to his own advantage in his own creative way. He can see the situation clearly and nimbly twist a person's words around to what he sees fit to his advantage and observes them carefully to exploit it to his personal gain in manipulating them.
+ Protective :: He may not be a good man, and doing all the wrong things in life, but he is a highly protective being of those who is close to him. His number one being his little brother who he tries to make sure he stays alive and not hurt. It is a serious job that he takes to heart and the one thing that’s going good so far.
- Sadistic :: Sadistic to the point of cruel, he is not the man anyone should ever trifle with at all. Aaron is a smart man that he can easily crush them so mercilessly to the point that they beg as it pleases him immensely. And his reasons for this madness? There are no reasons really . . . It's simply what he loves; to see them squirm and writhe before him in such agony and pain. It just satisfy him in a twisted way . . . but it gets worse if someone hurts who he is protective over.
- Deceitful :: Deceit is like a second nature to him which comes so naturally. A curve of a smile upon his lips, he weaves a beautiful web of lies for others to listen into belief that they are true from the man he has created effortlessly. After all, it’s fun to see them being fed lies and how they react, but it’s mostly his way of protecting himself from others. The less they know about him the better it is.
Aaron is a tall man and made of pure muscle, 6’5” with tanned skin, who wears the fashionable orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off since it doesn’t really fit around the guns that’s attached to him. He has dirty blond hair that grows pass his shoulders, kept in a ponytail. He has only one blue eye, and an eyepatch over his left eye. The left side of his face shows some burn marks and more underneath the patch. Just like his little brother, he lives an interesting life. A roguish man that people call, but most of the time he tries to make sure his stupid brother doesn’t kill himself.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: “Lights out!”
Of all things that happen to him in his life, literally everything, he just had to get in trouble with a damn prostitute and winded up in here. It was his shitty luck, and it was all turning worse when the electricity is gone and left in the darkness. “Great . . . I’m already half blind so this is perfect.” With it gone, the other prisoners are free to go and he stayed close to his little brother in their navigation out through the loud voices and screaming. There were other noises, gruesome noises, in the background which made him curious to what it could be, but at the same time he doesn’t at all.
“Kaethus?” His brother stopped speaking, but he knew why for that disturbing around was that way. Then all of a sudden he had lost sight of his brother among the mass of people. “KAETHUS!!” There was no sign of him or sound. All he could hear is the people . . . but they weren’t people. The sounds of grunts and the slosh of liquid was all he can hear. “God damn it brother!!” It was now flight or fight, running now to grab the nearest object to use as a weapon which was a garbage can. With all his strength he bash anyone and anything out of his way in trying to find him.
But he was gone . . .
“Damn . . . DAAAMN!!” Aaron roar with rage, seeing that this was a fight he will lose and has to retreat. He tossed the can away and run to hide. What he can hide easily was a large dumpster, and he jumps inside with the lid flipped over all while trying to stay quiet. But his mind wasn’t quiet . . . <******** Kaethus . . . you better be alive somewhere. You have to . . .”
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 2:07 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: July Slider (Anders)
Minis account name: adarkangel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Employment: Works for the local preschool as a teacher.
Faction: 4 Mall (would like to be paired with Hobo Pixi and her character Jay please!)
Character description: July is friendly and willing to go the extra mile for someone if it means lending a hand, or contributing to the greater good. He is also caring, and a kindly individual, with an open mind. He likes to be helpful, and is rather selfless and giving with his time and energy to those in need. On the reserve side he is very insecure in himself, his chaotic past left for a rather anxious and uncertain adult later in life. He is a codependent people-pleaser, and isn't very good at being on his own for long periods of time. In fact he gets down right anxious, and tends to fidget a lot. He is cynical and distrusting of others as a whole until proven otherwise. His lack of faith and hope for the majority of the human race doesn't apply to children, he thinks they are innocent and worth protecting. In fact he loves kids, and hopes some day he too will be the proud father of one.
Positives: Caring, Friendly, Selfless,
Negatives: Codependent, Insecure, Cynical,
Physical: July is of medium build at around 5'6", and is pale even with sun exposure on a regular basis. After his marriage to his husband decided to allow his hair to be cut off from it's long blanket-like appearance to a more modern medium length that was easily manageable. He has two distinctively different eye colors, the left one being silver while the other is a cerulean blue.
(( will add a little more soon have to write my other guys prompt before work ))
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes one.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Anders was fairly excited to hear his husband was down for a movie date, and had beamed at the other. He'd made the off the wall suggestion earlier in the day after he'd arrived home from work. Jay in turn made good on the promise, as them being on. He didn't have classes to teach tomorrow, so staying up late wouldn't be an issue. School supplies for class could be bought tomorrow he’d decided given most of the mall was already closed once they got here. He sighed at the idea of having a child of his own, a sort of lazy little dreamy smile on the young males face. Once they got to the movie theater connected to their local mall, he had excused himself to the bathroom. Before departing, he asked for a hotdog of his own, and a soda. July had gently tugged on his lovers sleeve in request before parting company to go take care of business.
He was quick about it, wanting to get back. As he washed his hands, a noise behind him alerted him to someone’s presence. The shuffling noise made his eyes look up into the mirror, out of habit to check his surroundings. There in the reflection was a scene that would be burned into his memory for the rest of time.
A pale, bloody face that was making groaning and hissing like noises. Wiping around July pulled back from the ghastly figure clamping a hand over his mouth. What was wrong with this guy? He wanted to ask him if he was alright, but someone else was walking out of one of the stall and beat him too it. The shambling figures head turned at the sound, immediately going for the guy whom had spoken. July heard the guy scream, his own throat had nearly closed from fear. Any shrieks he might have had nominal at best, and sounded more like a squeak of terror.
Bolting from the bathroom, he fled, hands still wet even as he all but literally crashed into Jay. Tears pricked at his eyes from relief, gripping the others hand in a near death-like grip. He could see a figure downed on the ground, crawling around towards others who shrieked and ran around in blind panic. He found himself shoved into a supply closet, and fearfully pressed close to Jay trembling as he curled into him and tried not to listen to the confusion outside their temporary shelter. The door was bared, anyone who tried to wrestle the door would be met with the blockade in place. "Jay...I'm so scared.." He whispered, quickly pushing away tears on his face with a small sniff. Examining the other, he had been worried he might be hurt. Thankfully they both seemed unharmed.
All they could do was hide; going out right now would surely be foolish. At least they had each other.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 2:14 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Ivan Huntington
Minis account name: ErinaNobara
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Employment: Student
Faction: District 1 University.
Character description: +smart , +emotional , -competitive , -clingy
He has pale skin, blue eyes, and long white hair in a braid that falls to his waist. He wears a black uniform with a black hat. (( link ))
He is a bright, student that spends most of his time buried with his nose in a book. He likes to study over socializing so he can be a little awkward at times. He’s known for being clingy though with people he knows well enough; especially when it comes to his twin sister Pyper. But he is living away from home now, on campus so he hasn’t seen his family in awhile. They keep in touch by writing letters. Yes he prefers the old-fashioned, hand written letter over an email because he says it has ‘more feeling’. He also likes photography to capture the moment. He has a bulletin board full of pictures of friends and family alike.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: The light in the closet flickered. Ivan sat curled up in a fetal position, staring at the bulletin board covered in photographs that he had managed to stash with him. The dorms had erupted into chaos. He had been outside only moments ago; walking back from the library when he witnessed the unthinkable. He had heard shouting and then, before his very eyes, a beating took place. A horrible, twisted figure, that was maybe once a human being, had emerged from the shadows and started attacking what Ivan thought looked to be another student. The thing growled and lurched at the other and then there was a loud ‘bang!’
Oh my god! That person that was being attacked was armed?! Did people really believe all that nonsense about ‘infected’? Instead of seeing if they were alright, or if there was something he could do, Ivan bit his lip and fled. He didn’t have the courage to deal with this. There was no way!
And now, that left him back in his dorm. Sitting here in the closet, he was safe. Or so he hoped. No zombies or crazy people armed to the teeth were going to get in here……right, right?
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 2:56 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Albert (Al) Malcom
Minis account name: Tsunake
Age: 40 years old
Gender: Male
Employment: Inmate / a 'professional' swindler.
Faction: District 2 (or in whatever district that Ghouliboo's character, Lola, ends up in!)
Character description: While not necessarily a nice guy, Al is quite the character. He's a slick and smooth scumbag, used to swindling poor idiots out of their money with get-rich-quick schemes and shitty, shady stores. He's charming in his own way, able to make people laugh and let their guards down. He can also be a rude, mean son of a b***h.
The one thing he loves more than money is his life, Lola. She's stuck by his side thick through thin, even now that he's gotten old and fat. His girl is still just as beautiful as the day he's met her, and Al loves her very much.
He and Lola travel all over the world, outrunning the cops and making as much money off of suckers as he can. He got caught this time--but the local cops don't seem to realize how bad his transgressions really are, heh!
Positive:
Clever - Al is used to thinking fast at any given moment. He may have barely graduated high-school, but he has street smarts for days. He could probably sell you your own socks if he had to.
Charismatic - Hi, hello, how are ya? You're wife's beautiful, your kids are great. Al knows all about how to talk to people, and generally comes off as a cheerful, if slightly blunt individual. People are more likely to buy things from you if they like you, after all.
Negative:
Quick-Tempered - So he might have a bit of a short fuse. If people are being idiots (which they will be), he'll quickly lose patience. Likewise, if someone's getting up in his face and threatening him, you can be sure that he'll push back without much prompting needed
Egotistical - He's smart, he's strong, he's (relatively) sexy. Al tends to think he has the best ideas out there, and everyone else is just a mindless sheep flouncing towards the slaughterhouse. He thinks of himself more highly than others, sorry to say.
Appearance: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y, but they're old and withered.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
As far as prisons went, this one wasn't half bad. Most of these suckers were in for small time s**t. No crazed murderers or rapists to keep an eye out for. Of course, Al didn't let his guard down either way, but it was good to know these guys weren't hardened criminals or anything. If anyone asked, neither was he! Sure hadn't murdered nobody, at any rate.
The lights were already out, standard protocol and all, and he was in a pretty good mood due to a surprise visit from his lovely wife. Reclining on his bed, Al stared up at the ceiling, letting his mind wander. Sooner he got out of this place, the sooner he could go back to what was important--making money. Just as he was grinning to himself, there was a soft click. Al sat up in an instant, his lips curled in a snarl. If someone thought they were gonna ******** with him, they had another thing coming. His right hook was as mean as ever--and <******** him sideways, the door was open!
Al didn't waste time, jumping off the bed and creeping towards the door. NO guards in sight. Hell, no guards anywhere--not that he could see in the dark, anyway. Movement to his left and right: he could see other prisoners sticking their necks out. The doors were all ******** open. Power outage? Something was right about this s**t. Like hell if he was going to slink back to his cell and pretend to be a good little boy, however.
Lola might still be in the prison. Hadn't been that long since she'd been shooed out of the room by those goddamn guards. He hustled and hustled quickly, searching for a way towards the entrance. Ducking into a hallway, he managed to pass a window and a quick glance outside had him skidding to a halt. It looked like power was out on the whole damn street... and there were people out there. Running. Hell, it looked like some of them were chasing each other. A riot?
"Thanks for the distraction, ladies and gents." He muttered, shaking off the sudden unease settling over him like a cloud.
Whatever was going on, he'd be careful. He was always careful. Usually.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 2:57 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Lola Malcom
Minis account name: SomeBastard
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Employment: Housewife/Co-Conspirator
Faction: 2, Prison - if possible, would prefer to stick with Tsunake's Al Malcom, as the two are a married couple.
Character description: Lola is the housewife to prison inmate Al Malcom, who is awaiting trial after being caught swindling a few honest (or maybe not so honest?) townspeople. Having met Al at a young age, it didn't take long for the couple to become as thick as thieves - thieving, of course, in a literal sense. She's gained weight and wrinkles over the years, but also gained some of her beloved's devilish tricks, becoming an aide and resource in many of his schemes. Her love for money and worldly goods is only matched by her adoration and dependency on her hubby-wubby.
Positive:
Adaptability - Whether she's living in a trailer, a double-wide or an actual house, Lola can adapt to her surroundings and whatever's available. Sometimes money is tight, sometimes money is in overabundance, sometimes (or rather, most of the time) they're running from the law - she can work with any situation she's given, for the most part.
Clever - When she takes the time out of her busy TV-watching schedule, Lola can come up with some pretty clever ruses, if she actually puts her mind to it.
Negative:
Lazy - If she doesn't have to do it, Lola isn't going to do it. It takes personal interest (and/or gain) for her to be motivated to accomplish anything.
Selfish - Lola's first priority is Lola. Al comes second, then comes everything else. Maybe. If it helps someone else, she's only doing it because there's something in it for HER as well.
Appearance: Much shorter than her tall husband, Lola stands in at 5'2 with a bit of chub going on, size wise. If her blonde hair isn't tied back, it's teased up (stuck in the 80's, poor lady). Fashion not being her forte, she prefers black leggings with loud, colorful tops. Bonus points if it has animal print on it.
(Think Peggy Bundy, if you're old enough to remember that show).
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y - But they're super old and dusty 8(
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She was signing her name out in the visitor's log book when the lights disappeared. There was a flicker, the neon bulbs above making a soft buzzing sound as they fought to stay alive. Flicker - flicker - gone - encasing the empty, outdated prison lobby into darkness.
Eyes shot up towards the secretary across from her, as if to silently ask: what's going on?. The man appeared just as lost as she was.
The silence was soon broken with screams and yells, coming from inside the prison itself. It dawned on both Lola and the secretary at the same time: with no power, there was nothing holding the prisoners back.
"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to come in here - we need to keep you safe..." The man's words were dry and wavering, as though he was attempting to convince himself as well as her at the same time, "at least until we figure out what's going on... I'm sure it'll all be under control in no time..."
From the sharp clangs of metal bars and rumble of footsteps racing around in the lock-up area, she wasn't terribly reassured that everything was going to be under control. What had happened to Al? She was certain that he'd manage to make it on his own against his fellow inmates, but would he be able to find his way out in the dark? Would he be able to find her?
Until then...what about her safety? She wasn't anywhere close to six feet tall and her stockiness wasn't muscle by any means.
Glancing at the opened office door and the shadowy hand beckoning her to quickly come in, she swallowed her worry and darted forward. The short blonde slipped inside the office and turned the lock just in time to notice several lumbering shadows pass by the windowed door... exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 3:09 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Joslyn Dale
Minis account name: Figment
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Employment: Newly employed, sporting goods store
Faction: District 4 - Mall
Character description: Short, flat, and fit, an overexcitable, fresh-from-highschool athlete. Her hair is kept short, dyed mahogany brown. Blue eyes, usually searching out the nearest distractions from whatever she's doing.
-Fast; she was a runner on her high school track team. She maintains her training for it, though she's definitely not the fastest. Able to finish a mile in about 15 minutes, when she's at her best.
-Distracted; A typical touch of ADD, she's usually not too bad with focus, but she does tend to get lost in the moment. Her eyes tend to wander and she isn't always quite 'there'.
-Endurance; Being an athlete, she has done a lot of training and built up her ability to push her limits. This lets her manage a good deal of physical exertion, be it running, climbing, etc.
-Ego; Not exactly a team-player, she tends to think that she knows better than her peers. There are few people she's willing to follow, instead expecting that they'll take her lead.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Leaning against the counter, she waited for her coworker to finish with the cleaning. A star athlete couldn't be expected to deal with that sort of thing. That was the work of the people who had no talent. Joslyn was much better than that, but until she had managed to get into the school she wanted, she had to 'pay her way'. Or some nonsense like that.
Whatever, it wasn't anything too big. She knew all she had to do was bat her eyes and plead with 'daddy'. Anything she wanted would be handed to her. That was always how it worked.
Lights went out. Well, how was that girl supposed to finish their work, now? Oh, well. Just meant they would be heading home early. The morning shift could deal with the clean-up tomorrow. Not like she cared. She did enough in that store, anyway. Popping her gum, she made her way to the door, grabbing her purse along the way.
Pausing at the door, she listened to the chaos outside. Ugh. Overdramatic morons. Pulling her cell out, she clicked on the flashlight app in time to see something stagger by. Quirking a brow, she watched through the glass, before realization set in. This was all that stupid stuff her dad had been babbling about on the news.
Joslyn flicked off the app and turned back toward the shipping dock. With luck, those idiots running through the mall wouldn't be around back.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 3:41 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Oscar Owens, AKA nexor24
Minis account name: quite uneventful
Age: 24
Gender: Male!
Employment: Full-time 'Let's Play'er on youtube, advertising and going to conventions. Although not as well known as the top 10, he is slowly rising in popularity. Sometimes he draws or
Faction: 3, Apartments! I'd like to stay in a group with thyPOPE's Wataru, KitsuneAura's Renita, Katanari's Sawyer, and leon_a_darkangel's Lennard, who also have all their characters in Apartments. No matter where they go I'd life for Oscar to stay with them!
Character description: A cheerful and stress-free person, Oscar is relaxed and a little awkward. His internet personality has him portrayed as a very eager and sociable person, but if you spend enough time with him you realize the front is just what it is-- A front. He does, however, enjoy what he does as and tries his best to live up to his slowly growing title. While not exactly the most sentimental person, Oscar is very emotional and expressive, expressing his thoughts very clearly through his body language. He finds it hard to sympathize with others if he has not gone through what they have, which may make him seem very insensitive, depending on the situation. He is very alert and attentive due to him being used to playing video games that require quick thinking and fast reactions.
Oscar is sometimes unintentionally abrasive due to his short temper, but he's not the type of person to hold a grudge against someone unless it's something unforgivable like killing a close friend or selling him out. He is quite nosy and likes to jump straight into things, like finding the butt
Online, he's Nexus24-- A 'Let's Player' who's reputation was slowly growing. He keeps a cool head in situations he thinks he can control. He fills his head with fantasies to keep him from facing reality, having brainwashed himself into thinking the zombies were apart of a VRMMORPG that has been in progress since from the where if he dies, he'd have to start over from 1, but
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes, one!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It is nighttime at ten pm when the lights go out. That is the last time you see the lights, or electricity. At first confused shouts, anger, and then, gradually within the span of minutes, or even hours, the chaos ramps up. You hear and see people passing by you, shouting unintelligibly. Someone mutters something about the infected and you wonder if it is tied to those strain cases of the virus going around recently, claiming lives and making people crazy. You see a random civilian, frothing blood at the mouth, beating up another person, and do not have the time to confirm your suspicions before you start running. You see people walking stiltedly, in shambles, no longer resembling people but decayed bodies still moving, reaching out towards you, snapping at you, attacking others. It is chaos. The streets are alight with fires, with people running, with cars jammed onto every corner. People are panicking, you can't tell what is going on there is simply no time, as you are separated from everyone-
- And then you are forced to hide. It isn't an act of shame, it isn't an act of pride of hatred. You simply hide because you have nowhere to go. The chaos ensues around you, and you still hide. ))
WILL EDIT TOMORROW
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 4:00 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Ace Richardson
Minis account name: Natsukoneko
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Employment: Comic book store
Faction:
Character description:
Ace is tall at 5'10, average weight, and has blonde hair in a braided high ponytail. She tends to wear blue jeans, simple shirts sometimes with characters or logos on them, sneakers, and a wristband for each arm.
+Calm
+Resourceful
-Sarcastic
-Blunt
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Ace had been getting ready to head home after a late dinner when the power went out. She stood there for a moment, looking around to see that it was out all down the street, not even the street lights were on. Everything had seemed quiet for a moment and then all chaos broke loose as people started to run by her in a panic. She backed up into a building wall so she wouldn't get trampled on by the stampede as she tried to figure out what the fuss way about. The blonde caught snippets of words muttered and yelled by the people passing by, enough to catch on that someone or someones were infected with something.
Things took a turn for the worst when she spotted someone towards the back beating on another. What made her turn and run as fast as she could was the fact that the attacker was bloody, frothing at the mouth, and it looked like there were more people like him following the crowd. Zombies. Of course the one horror movie creature that turned out to be real just had to be zombies. She ran with the crowd for a while but split off shortly to duck and hide in a building. It looked relatively safe for the time being and maybe she could find something useful in it.
Damn zombies.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 5:53 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Alice
Minis account name: neopetsgirl
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Full time student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
+ meticulous
+ Resourceful
- Shy
- insecure
171 cm tall with brown hair and brown-greenish eyes. doesn't like to stand out and tends to keep to herself a lot. Because of her shyness she doesn't have a lot of friends. doesn't like being a leader, but have no problems following orders by others although she might be insecure about the result.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Alice was reading in the school library when the light go out. The first things that comes to her mind is a simple power outage, but when nothing happens after a while she begin to wonder. It wasn't until the screaming happen when her fear really kicks in. She hears someone say something about infected and she realizes that it might have something to do with what the news have been talking about for a while. Instincts tell her to get out of the library and try to find a place devoid of people, which means she must leave the school. And so she does.
leaving the library she meats up with people in the total chaos going around on the outside. People that look unhealthy are beating up other and you realize that the other person she heard before were right. Infected people everywhere and those who aren't will become soon. She realize the danger she is in and take of, following the quickly made up plan from before. But where will she hide, there are infected people everywhere? If you can even call them people anymore, she quickly corrects herself in her thoughts. At least the fires give her the much needed light needed to be able to tell everybody apart. She takes of, in the fastest run of her life, to find a shelter.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:05 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Johnathan Nordskov
Minis account name: Grey
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Employment: Self-employed, construction equipment rental and contract landscaping.
Faction: District 1 University, or District 3 Apartments please!
Character description: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yep!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: City life, man. Johnathan had never felt more out of place when the riots hit, everything becoming big and loud in a way that never would have happened back home. The man concealed his uncertainty under a fierce glare. It was like city people never knew what to do when the power went out, like they didn't know how to survive without their lights and running water and cell phone gadgets, not without going crazy and crashing cars and starting fires. It was absolute chaos.
When he saw the first person gone berserk, he wasn't sure he could blame the rest of them. The middle aged man looked positively rabid, tearing at someone else who had been trying to run away... The sheer violence of it was like nothing Johnathan had ever seen before, and he had seen his fair share of wild animals attacking out of fear or hunger or desperation. If this was the 'virus' he heard about over the radio, it was worse than any of them had been led to believe. Although he was not afraid of cracking a few heads of his own, age and wisdom tempered his aggression. You didn't get close to a sick animal if you could help it, you stayed back, and put it out of it's misery from afar.
Things were too crazy. Suddenly Johnathan felt more isolated and vulnerable in that huge city than he ever had in the deep woods. Without any means to protect himself other than his own fists, he couldn't fight his way out, or defend himself against a bunch of those rabid people. In the chaos, he could only get out of the open, and wait until things calmed down. Surely they had to calm down...
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:25 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Morris Hubertson
Minis account name: MoonKitsune
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Employment: Occupational Safety and Health Professor
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
Imagine droppy dog as a small, balding man, dressed in yesterdays professional attire and tolerant of what he can get by. Simple pleasures the downgraded necessities of others, Morris is happy with the paper, the news, and teaching the unattentive students of his early morning classes about the hazards of various occupations and Osha. Not a man to skip hazzah at any occasion, that doesn't mean his mumbling aren't that of a rather happy guy.
- Mumbler
- Quiet
- Nervous
- Distracts self in high-Stress situations
- Low Self Esteem
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was bed time, and Morris laid in bed, the TV on to the news, a crumpled edition of USA Today in his lap and staring at the remaining blocks to his crossword. It was the highlight of his day, and he couldn't rest unless it was completed. It was why he was past his usual scheduled sleep time, and so he made himself comfortable in bed, kept the lights dim to avoid making his mind overly active before resting, and focused on the puzzle.
A 3 letter word for A Star Wars "Solo."
He smiled and wrote down "Han."
He moved to the next spot as the television talked about the flu precautions.
A 5 letter word for Deadly.
"Fatal."
He jumped as he heard banging outside and blinked behind large, bottle-thick glasses at the noise. Rising out of bed, he adjusted his robe and headed out with a flashlight, newspaper tucked under his arm, to look outside his window. Lights flickered down the road, and Jules, his neighbor, screamed as he ran out, someone chasing him.
He looked down at his crossword again, glancing up at the window and back down.
A 4 letter word for Leave.
"Exit."
He went back to his room to gather his car keys, not wanting ruffians to come into his home, and got dressed into his plain suit before walking through the back door towards the station wagon. Fumbling with his eyes, he leard the hard slapping of flip flops on asphalt and turned about when a slobbering teen, no doubt high on drugs, came at him. Crying out, he headed down the road, clutching the Times with both hands and heading to anywhere where he could find light. He managed to go to the corner store that sold the paper and moved into the back to sit and wait. The cops would come soon enough.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:39 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Frank Lowitz
Minis account name: Wingseagle
Age: 30's
Gender: Male
Employment: Campus Maintenance Department
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Frank is simply a very nerdy 30 year old, who hasn't quite grown up yet. He tried the grown up route right out of high school looking for a job instead of college, and didn't like it one bit. He's now back at college, a bit older than all his classmates, and working in the maintenance department mowing grass and picking up trash to pay for it all. Being on campus for both school and job, with a meal plan, means he never has to leave. Ever. Plenty of time for those late night gaming sessions. Personality wise, Frank generally means well when he does things, but it may not always turn out the right way. He's a bit dense, you see, it's part of what drove his job-right-out-of-highschool choice. He's an honest guy, and works hard at his job so he can work less, and have more time to well... slack off after everything is done.
Physically he is big and burly, like a slightly less toned football player. His skin is tanned form the sun, and his beard is roughly trimmed. He usually wears a ball-cap.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Frank stared at his smartphone. He was not waiting for a text message. He was trying out a game one of his classmates had mentioned. It was an altered reality game, his phone’s gps tracked him, and when he got close to a landmark, it showed up, and a virtual game of capture-the-flag commenced.
Of course it had the side effect of making him look like a creeper up to no good, seeking out those spots and circling them to get the virtual ‘flag’. He hoped he wouldn’t be arrested. Then again, that’s why he was trying this on campus, most of the security guys had met him by now, or seen him mowing the lawns at least. Still, he was on edge, so when shouting went up in the distance he looked towards it worriedly. A nearby group of his fellow students passed by, heading for the dorms chatting. They seemed to be talking about that virus rumor, didn’t they hear the shouting?
He glanced at his phone again. The landmark was just around the corner of the building. He reached it right as the night-lighting on campus went out suddenly. In the last flash he really hoped he hadn’t seen what he thought he had. Zombies did not exist, and they most certainly didn’t maul students at the college’s main fountain.
The noises coming from the dark said otherwise, and he turned to run, praying to any deity listening that that creature wasn’t as fast as him. The neared place with only one door was the maintenance room in the basement of the next building over. Frank slammed the door behind himself, grabbing a wrench, and crouched in the corner behind a shelf of parts. He seriously hoped the… thing hadn’t seen where he’d gone.
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