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Whichever one it is, yeah, kinda. She definitely has a softer side to her, even if she tries not to show it
Sorry guys, I missed your sheets somehow. G, you're accepted.
Sg, yours needs a little work. What was this place she came from? How did she get to London just by walking through forests? There aren't many huge forests in England, especially not London. Also, please used the right tense, as in "she did X" rather than "she has done X" or "she is doing X".
AND THEN A GIANT ROBOT CRASHED INTO THE TOWN AND KILLED ALL THE------
uh, am I too early to ruin J's game? I'll come back later.
uh, am I too early to ruin J's game? I'll come back later.
Just look for one and add tumblr to the end of the image search. It's mandatory to have a pic, come on.
Go ahead and join, @Pyure
Oh, fuck. All archers are medieval, all guys in sports clothes are Slavs and all scouts are retarded.
Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
Done, done, and is this good?
Also neckties are problably fairly common. More common than rope, at least.
Name: Jakob Drago
Date: 25th January 2015
Age: 22
Appearance:
Tall and lanky with black hair and silver eyes.
Personality:
He used to be a happy and generally normal guy, but now he is... empty. As he watched his parents die, along with them something died inside of him. He now ranges from extremely emotional, to empty of emotion. When he is clear of emotion, he does only what is needed to be done, disregarding others' feelings with a pure focus on survival. In order to maintain a normal level of emotion, he must use enormous levels of concentration while there are no disturbances. Sometimes, he will have violent outbursts, for example, beating a zombie while it is already dead. He is generally loyal, and while he usually feels no emotion, is actually a good guy. He only has one reason that he keeps on living. One day, maybe they could bring his parents back to life, and while, deep inside, he knows his hopes are practically impossible, it's the only thing that keeps him putting one foot in front of the other.
He has to take pills, otherwise inanimate objects seem to talk to him.
Backstory:
It was graduation day. He'd graduated in Artificial Intelligence with a first! They partied and partied... The next day his parents were driving him home. He was to stay at his parents' house until he had saved up enough for a house of his own. Suddenly, a man walked out into the road. They barely had time to react, slamming on the brakes. But it was too late. They ran out, his mum screaming, 'Oh my god,' over and over again. The body was fairly mangled... and then it turned its head. Turned its head and snarled.
As he snarled, more zombies, that's what they must be, climbed out into the road. They piled on to his parents, and he ran, ran like his life depended on it, which it did. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his parents, being eaten alive. And so he bumped into a man. But no... it was a vampire. He was lucky that they were driving over a bridge at the time, so as the vampire went to bite him, he pushed it over the edge. But behind the vampire were zombies, too many of them. A single man in military uniform saved him, with a rifle and a knife. But the last zombie bit him, and with one look, Jakob's saviour was dead, shot by himself. Jakob took the rifle and the knife. He needed to top up on pills though. He had 3 weeks left until the inanimate objects started talking. Now he has 2:00:00:00.
Tick... Tick...
Stats: (distribute 20 points here)
Perception: 6
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 6
Health: 3
Constitution: 2
Starting weaponry:
A rifle with 20 rounds, and a knife made for hand - to - hand combat.
Starting equipment/resources:
Two weeks of pills.
An empty beer bottle.
Starting apparel: (no armour more than maybe a bulletproof vest, but that's an unlikely find)
A T-Shirt.
A coat.
A pair of jeans.
Underwear.
Trainers.
Misc: I'd just like to say I started getting more and more tired as I wrote this, so that should explain the quality.
Date: 25th January 2015
Age: 22
Appearance:
Tall and lanky with black hair and silver eyes.
Personality:
He used to be a happy and generally normal guy, but now he is... empty. As he watched his parents die, along with them something died inside of him. He now ranges from extremely emotional, to empty of emotion. When he is clear of emotion, he does only what is needed to be done, disregarding others' feelings with a pure focus on survival. In order to maintain a normal level of emotion, he must use enormous levels of concentration while there are no disturbances. Sometimes, he will have violent outbursts, for example, beating a zombie while it is already dead. He is generally loyal, and while he usually feels no emotion, is actually a good guy. He only has one reason that he keeps on living. One day, maybe they could bring his parents back to life, and while, deep inside, he knows his hopes are practically impossible, it's the only thing that keeps him putting one foot in front of the other.
He has to take pills, otherwise inanimate objects seem to talk to him.
Backstory:
It was graduation day. He'd graduated in Artificial Intelligence with a first! They partied and partied... The next day his parents were driving him home. He was to stay at his parents' house until he had saved up enough for a house of his own. Suddenly, a man walked out into the road. They barely had time to react, slamming on the brakes. But it was too late. They ran out, his mum screaming, 'Oh my god,' over and over again. The body was fairly mangled... and then it turned its head. Turned its head and snarled.
As he snarled, more zombies, that's what they must be, climbed out into the road. They piled on to his parents, and he ran, ran like his life depended on it, which it did. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his parents, being eaten alive. And so he bumped into a man. But no... it was a vampire. He was lucky that they were driving over a bridge at the time, so as the vampire went to bite him, he pushed it over the edge. But behind the vampire were zombies, too many of them. A single man in military uniform saved him, with a rifle and a knife. But the last zombie bit him, and with one look, Jakob's saviour was dead, shot by himself. Jakob took the rifle and the knife. He needed to top up on pills though. He had 3 weeks left until the inanimate objects started talking. Now he has 2:00:00:00.
Tick... Tick...
Stats: (distribute 20 points here)
Perception: 6
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 6
Health: 3
Constitution: 2
Starting weaponry:
A rifle with 20 rounds, and a knife made for hand - to - hand combat.
Starting equipment/resources:
Two weeks of pills.
An empty beer bottle.
Starting apparel: (no armour more than maybe a bulletproof vest, but that's an unlikely find)
A T-Shirt.
A coat.
A pair of jeans.
Underwear.
Trainers.
Misc: I'd just like to say I started getting more and more tired as I wrote this, so that should explain the quality.
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One thing that does confuse me - what does he need the pills for? Inanimate objects talking? Seems like a pretty major aspect of the character to skip overName: Jakob Drago
Age: 22
Appearance:
Tall and lanky with black hair and silver eyes.
Personality:
He used to be a happy and generally normal guy, but now he is... empty. As he watched his parents die, along with them something died inside of him. He now ranges from extremely emotional, to empty of emotion. When he is clear of emotion, he does only what is needed to be done, disregarding others' feelings with a pure focus on survival. In order to maintain a normal level of emotion, he must use enormous levels of concentration while there are no disturbances. Sometimes, he will have violent outbursts, for example, beating a zombie while it is already dead. He is generally loyal, and while he usually feels no emotion, is actually a good guy. He only has one reason that he keeps on living. One day, maybe they could bring his parents back to life, and while, deep inside, he knows his hopes are practically impossible, it's the only thing that keeps him putting one foot in front of the other.
Backstory:
It was graduation day. He'd graduated in Artificial Intelligence with a first! They partied and partied... The next day his parents were driving him home. He was to stay at his parents' house until he had saved up enough for a house of his own. Suddenly, a man walked out into the road. They barely had time to react, slamming on the brakes. But it was too late. They ran out, his mum screaming, 'Oh my god,' over and over again. The body was fairly mangled... and then it turned its head. Turned its head and laughed.
As he laughed, more zombies, that's what they must be, climbed out into the road. They piled on to his parents, and he ran, ran like his life depended on it, which it did. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his parents, being eaten alive. And so he bumped into a man. But no... it was a vampire. He was lucky that they were driving over a bridge at the time, so as the vampire went to bite him, he pushed it over the edge. But behind the vampire were zombies, too many of them. A single man in military uniform saved him, with a rifle and a knife. But the last zombie bit him, and with one look, Jakob's saviour was dead, shot by himself. Jakob took the rifle and the knife. He needed to top up on pills though. He had 3 weeks left until the inanimate objects started talking. Now he has 2:00:00:00.
Tick... Tick...
Stats: (distribute 20 points here)
Perception: 6
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 6
Health: 3
Constitution: 2
Starting weaponry:
A rifle with 20 rounds, and a knife made for hand - to - hand combat.
Starting equipment/resources:
Two weeks of pills.
An empty beer bottle.
Starting apparel: (no armour more than maybe a bulletproof vest, but that's an unlikely find)
A T-Shirt.
A coat.
A pair of jeans.
Underwear.
Trainers.
Misc: I'd just like to say I started getting more and more tired as I wrote this, so that should explain the quality.