Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
Out of the memories forming in the mists was not the Charlie they knew, but the malformed one. His arms where reaching out, grabbing the closest person to him, which happened to be Liam." K͏̝̦͇̘̫͇eep̵̼ ̸̜̳̠̟̲sa̲̮̱f͟e͘ ..." He tried to pull the other back into the Fog
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 5/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head.
Rorrow was going to say something back to Hitsu as he linked their arms, but Caroline's sudden words made him jump and whimper. "Oh...yeah...can't forget that..."
He inched closer to Cecil. This...this was not going to end well... "Corey...Charlie...Caroline...don't jump like a jack-in-the-box please...that's all I ask. Corey should remember how much of a scardey-cat I am..." he said softly.
[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them. Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:37 pm
Like a grownup, Austin pretended he hadn't heard Harvard's question -- instead catching Liam around the shoulders and shifting to keep the young man behind him, carefully. His eyes flicked out toward the miss, trying to place where those voices were coming from, what had caused them.
"Is it getting closer?" He asked it to anyone else beside the doctor. "It seems like it is --"
And then there it was. Liam was snatched out from behind him, and Austin reached out, trying to grab him back, candles in his other hand.
The constant pleas for help was making his heart ache. They sounded so lost--hurt and yet he couldn't find them. Where were they?
"I'm right here Charlie! Just come out already." Desperation filled his voice at this point, determined to find his friend, when then saw it.
It was... different... He had expected to see his friend, but what he saw made his stomach lurch. The strange mutated, rotting form, cloaked in what he could only assume was animal skins was bad enough. But what drew his attention the most was the large sword stuck through it's head, of what he guessed was meant to be the sad, grotesque imitation of a unicorn. How fitting... and yet the sight of it made him want to vomit.
This was Charlie?
The second the the creature--Charlie--moved towards Liam, Rook abandoned all thought and charged towards it. Should this merely be a monster mimicking his friends voice in an attempt to lure them all there, he didn't know. But there was one thing he was certain of and that he was willing to take that risk. So when he finally closed the distance between them he threw his full weight against the other, hoping to knock it back and away from Liam and subdue it.
Cecil had been on high alert and so it seemed Rook was as well. When their lead appeared Rook was quick to sprint in and deal a blow. If this was Charlie would he be able to come back?
Damage: -2 of unnecessary force oh yes
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Damage list includes knife wound to the gut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 40/50 [Map:] 5/5
"I would love a drink. Alcohol, pepsi, MP potion Heath potion, anything would be nice."
When he started shouting, she in turn placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. If we're all in a group, we may have a better chance of helping them. Just like a large boss fight. More people the merrier!" She smiled, trying to reassure James as well as herself.
"I don't...know." She responded to James question. She almost said "I don't think so" But thought better of it, best not to dash someones hopes. She also saw Hitsu there, which was a big relief. Sort of. "HITSU! Thats you right, the real hitsu? You're not gonna wig out on me again are you?"
The voices continued to whisper, even calling out her name. "Yes! Corey it's me! we're over here!"
Infection rate: 0/100 HP: 39
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Myoukin rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 3Total: 7 (2-8)
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:39 pm
"Let him go!," Matilda cried out as she lunged at the not-Charlie. Her blade embedded itself into her target's arm. She refuse to let anyone else suffer. She'd seen far to many lives lost already.
HP: 22/50 Weapon:Knife (2d4-2) Mob HP: -7/50 (Matilda's a little jumpy atm) Dmg: 5
"Don't listen to the voices!" he called out. And even during it all, he had noticed Austin. Noticed Austin deliberately ignoring him. Now wasn't that a shame that they were here and they was no way to get his hands on the other man. Wasn't that a right shame.
Justin was still losing his mind and was pretty sure Charlie tried to ride away into the sunset with Liam, at least until Rook got involved and socked him in the face
"and so the Rook takes the Knight at F5."
HP: 38
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100
Character's name: Justin Sider Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link: Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Justin SiderView Jersey Number: 06 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'ft 2 in (188 cm) Dusty Blonde buzzed on one side and long on the other (and a little disheveled), Lanky, Slightly built and really wants to have a good shave to deal with the stubble. Gravely deep voice of dissaproval is present.
Oh, James was still alive. That was...well, it wasn't bad, Cerise supposed. They were all supposed to be one big happy family, after all, and he was loud and energetic and maybe the thing that just popped out of the fog and dragged Liam away would take him first. She was halfway towards (hiding behind) James when she saw the thing. "Ohmygod, ohmygod what the ******** is that," she whisper-screeched, immediately and talentlessly swinging her shovel at it and missing completely.
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HP: 45/50 Damage: lol Weapon: Shovel (2d8-6)
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 Character's name: Cerise Mitchell Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
Kammy looked as Rook did the best ever punch on the specture that was apprently Charlie.
She may have been sad she didn't get to touch the pony, or maybe she was just mad he had been corrupted.
"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO CORRUPT A UNICORN! THATS LIKE, VOLDERMORT EVIL!"
Corey's voice wasn't reassuring, but she did like the idea of Charlie being a awesome Unicorn protector guy with massive MP.
"He's not doing a very good job of protecting us though."
Infection rate: 0/100 HP: 39
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:48 pm
Rorrow blinked as he saw Charlie again...then...didn't. He looked at the others... "Did Rook just one hit K O Charlie?" he wasn't gunna lie...that was badass.
[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them. Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
"You still could be," Red 7 said to the air, following the jilted lullabies, her sanity intact.
But even at her best, the woman was still a few cards short of a full deck. "Dry your tears, Caroline. There's work to be done."
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Character's name: Red 7, Red Jenny, Lucky 7 -- She answers to them all, really. Character's faction: mall - assistant Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: JeffView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lucky 7 is an older lady, in her early sixties, with graying red-orange hair, pale skin, and a spattering of freckles. She's dressed like poison ivy, but fully covere, and usually has a bit of a faraway look in her eyes.
Depending on the mood you catch her in, she's either indulgent and fond, or kind of flighty and a bit of a mad jackal.
