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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:18 pm
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xRAY GURE HONDAx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.Ray, just Ray
»xAge:.thirteen
»xI am a:.male
»xI hit on:.girls
»xLove them:.Even before the infection, Ray has always had a weakness for certain foods, mostly being anything salty. Often he will be happy during food hunts when he find an old bag of roasted peanuts or potato chips. He also has a fondness for classic seventies and eighties music, almost constantly playing music by Queen, The Rolling Stones, and David Bowie. Often he will be mouthing lyrics and even writing them down on his arm, a small thing he does for confidence when he feels a bit scared. What he cherishes more than anything though is the picture of his family that he had since before the infection. It is a simple snapshot of himself, his parents, and his brother that was taken at a neighborhood picnic a weak before the infection. He keeps the picture close to him at all times and gets upset if anyone takes it.
»xBurn them:.It may be a bit obvious, but Ray cannot stand the living dead (zombies). It is not that he is not just afraid of them (because he is) but that he fears that there is some humanity still trapped inside of them that is trying to get out. The boy cannot stand the taste of corn. The one thing he hates more than anything though is that he does not know what happened to his parents and he wonders if they somehow survived, died, or became zombies themselves.
»xMy song:.Safe and Sound // Jason Levy (cover)
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Ever since he was just a little kid, Ray has always had an infectious personality and has enjoyed being around people. When he was still in school, he was often the first kid to be picked for sports teams (even though sucked royally at most sport), made straight A's and was almost always on the teacher's good side, not to mention he got more valentines than any other boy in his class. Yet with his good points, there are also his bad points. He is a stubborn preteen and HATES to be treated like a kid. When he is spoken down to, he will often think that he had been through a lot more in the past three years than most people would have hone through in their lifetimes. He gets over that though for his sweet side, being protective of his friends and able to be the shoulder to cry on when they need it.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell...Ray is the youngest child of the Honda family, and the only one to be born in America. His parents were both from Japan and had moved to the states for his father’s work when his older brother, Jun, was five. Ray though, had a pretty good life. In school, he was easily able to make friends and his parents knew that because of his easy going personality he would get by fine in life, but he often had the habit of letting people walk all over him. “You have to stand up for yourself!” his father would tell him. As an attempt to toughen him up, he was enrolled in boy scouts. That went terribly in all aspects. On the first hike he had gotten separated from the group and had ended up breaking his wrist when he had tried to wander off trail. After that incident, his father pretty much gave up on him and focused more on Jun.
His relationship with his brother was complicated. Because of their age difference of six years (only a couple of months away from being seven) they grew up in different world, Ray’s focusing on his elementary school and whether or not he would join little league that year while his brother’s focused on grades and dating. Despite their differences, Ray worshiped his older brother. This was mostly due to the fact that he envied him for their father’s attention. When his mother would try to make Ray feel better, it often left him feeling babied.
When he made it to the fourth grade at Southern Valley privet school (a kindergarten through twelfth grade private school) Ray was at the top of his class grade wise and was pretty much known by every other student in school. The biggest worry on his mind became “Whose house will I play at after school?” He was a happy, friendly, and popular kid who could have gone a long ways if he was given the chance. Then the infection broke out.
At first when people started getting sick, the Honda family paid no attention. “The government will come up with some sort of shot to give everyone and things will be fine,” hid father stated over a cup of coffee. Ray believed him, and why shouldn’t he have? His life changed forever though during a seemingly normal day in class. He had a spelling test that day and after he was done was laying half asleep at his desk, bored as all hell, but a sight as the school gates outside had caught his eye. Outside, a bloody and disoriented man was banging at the gates, moaning. Ray watched as a few teachers went out to make him leave, due to the fact that there were kids on the playground watching the whole thing. Life changed forever when one of the teachers tried to push a man away and then yelled “The man bit me!”
The bitten teacher was brought inside the school and 911 was called, but for the first time ever, the line was busy. The younger students were told to stay calm and to meet in the library with the older students. When he saw his brother waiting for him, Ray was worried. Before he could ask when their parents were coming to pick them up Jun grabbed his arm and sneaked them out of the library. “Jun we have to stay with the other so Mom and Dad can come get us!” he argued. But Jun told him to look outside and when he did, Ray wished that he hadn’t.
Outside, Ray saw people, or what looked like people running in the streets. The blood, oh the blood, there was so much of it, was everywhere. He saw people without arms, naked people, children chewing on corpses on the sidewalk, children who were on the playground outside no doubt. With quick haste, the brothers managed to get out of the school, with only a couple of baseball bats they had taken from the gym for protection. Jun was able to steal a car from the student parking lot (a pink jeep that the female owner had intelligently left the keys inside of) and the two sped away, knowing that their lives would never be the same.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...Since the infection, Ray has grown up in many ways. He is no longer that naïve little fourth grader that watched as a man tried to break through the gates of his school, but a thirteen year old who has seen far too much of the world. After the brother escaped from the school, they managed to hoard themselves inside of a gas station for a few days to stock up on supplied and gasoline for the jeep. On a portable television, they watched their world go to hell. The walking dead, mother f*cking zombies, were causing terror and world widespread panic. Priests on the religious channels were calling this the end of the world, saying; “When hell is full, the dead will walk the earth”.
When what was left of the Honda family made their move, they went with a bang. The brothers managed to raid a gun shop to get as much ammo as they could, only using the bullets for emergency, and an RV that they still drive today. Ray hardly sees other people nowadays, or at least living people. Sometimes he sees other survivors but those people are mostly not ones to mess with, given the lawlessness state that they live in. A seemingly kind man would just about slice your throat and steal your car if you let him.
His brother is still the one person he cares about ore than anything. Often he will get made when Jun treats him like a kid though, stating that he is thirteen now and not a kid. Ray will often act older than he is, driving the RV as a quick getaway when needed, bashing a few of the zombies in the head without thinking twice, or even acting on his own fears that there is still some form of humanity left inside of them.
Prannkexxxxxx ██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xJUN SHINJI HONDAx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.JUn (pronounced June)
»xAge:.nineteen
»xI am a:.male
»xI hit on:.women
»xLove them:.Since he was a kid, Jun has enjoyed reading, mostly horror novels by Dean Koontz and Stephen King, but also classic books and plays such as; To kill a Mockingbird, The Catcher in the Rye, Animal Farm, Jane Eyre, The Crucible, Othello, Les Miserables,and Flowers for Algernon those being his favorites. In school, e would often stop by the library at least twice a week to get a new armful of books to read through over the week. Yet, he had always had a weakness for women, as soon as he entered junior high he began dating and would often have a new girlfriend every month, causing to be rumored as a womanizer. But he never dated girls his own age, even causing a scandal when he was fourteen after he had slept with the art teacher at his school (a volunteer from the local college). Since that scandal though, he pretty much stayed out of the big dating scene and found himself looking for a good time for a night or so. His favorite food though, is like his brother's, Ray, he likes anything salty.
What he likes most of all; it was the days that he did no have to kill anything, even if he did enjoy killing the infected, mostly because he knew what they were capable of. They "lived" to do only two things feed and kill. To him, getting ride of them was just putting them out of their misery. God only knew that if Jun was to become one of them, he would want his head blown off while he still had some dignity.
»xBurn them:.Jun cannot stand the taste of anything vanilla flavored, even if it is hardly noticeable. He will often go without eating it if tastes that way to him, claiming that just the smell makes him feel sick. He also cannot stand being called a "Know it all" even though he feels that he is the smartest person in the group most of the time. Last, he hates any type of religion. Sure, there may have been some sort of god, once, in another life time. But where is Jesus when there are zombies walking around?
»xMy song:.Bye Bye // Senka
xxxx»xI may act a bit... Jun Honda is a rather straight forward and standoffish person. Even though he claims that looks do not matter to him he is very proud of his good looks and likes to keep his hair long and washes it with herbal soap and conditioner (mostly because he has grown his hair long since the outbreak, due to the fact that his father would have blown a casket if he ever grew his hair past his ears) He is very bright, a borderline genius this causing him to be great in his classes at school, yet he was doing poor in his social life. This often causes him to be short with people who are not as bright as him; sometimes he will even leave the room if he is too frustrated. Sometime he does get frustrated though. Before the outbreak he had a good life ahead of him and now it is all gone.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell... Before the infection, Jun was a normal high school student. His parents, both Japanese immigrants, were wealthy but always expected their oldest child to pave way for his own future. He received straight A's and was one of the top swimmers on his high school swim team. He had planned to attend the University of California to become a reporter. His dreams were the most important things to him and he would never let them go.
Yet his father, the world renowned doctor, Hiro Honda, was one of the top researchers that were researching the recent illness that had taken many people down ill. Jun never really cared about his father's work and figured that everything would just blow over. The thought never crossed his mind that his father would become one of the first zombies and that he would witness the world fall to hell. His story does not start there; it began almost twenty years ago in Japan. For the first six years of his life, he lived in Tokyo, his father working in a computer company. Because he was the oldest son, Hiro often put a lot of stress on his son to achieve the greatest.
When he was six, his mother, Emiko, found out she was pregnant with her second child, a boy as the sonogram said. That was when his father got a new job offer in California. The Hondas were happy about this, wanting their children to get the best education and then maybe get into great colleges one day. Growing up in America was hard for Jun, while Ray was raised there and grew up speaking English, the older brother was stuck having to learn a whole new language and still keep his father’s expectations in the matter of grades, keeping his “heritage” as Hiro put it.
So instead of having a normal childhood, Jun was stuck in constant roundabout of study. His days consisted of waking up at five, taking an hour worth of computer classes before school, taking a quick shower and making himself something for breakfast, dragging Ray out of bed, walking to school with his brother, attending a days worth of school (all advanced courses), then after school he had swim team practice, by the time he got him Jun was exhausted by still had to study until dinner. It was enough of a load to make anybody feel stressed but he was never allowed to with the tight leash that his father had around him. By the time he got to high school, he was on the quick path the success, or at least that was what his father said.
His only solace was acting out. Jun did not burn stuff though or write emo poetry, like some angst ridden teenagers. Instead, he found the fun in one night stand with his female classmates. By his junior year he had the reputation for being the type of guy who would be “looking for a good time. This caused only a certain variety of people to want to be with him while most would look down on him for being a “sexist pig’.
On the day of the outbreak it was a normal day for him. He was in the library when a bloody and disoriented man was banging at the gates, moaning. A few teachers went out to make him leave, due to the fact that there were kids on the playground watching the whole thing. Life changed forever when one of the teachers tried to push a man away and then yelled “The man bit me!” The bitten teacher was brought inside the school and 911 was called, but for the first time ever, the line was busy. The younger students were told to stay calm and to meet in the library with the older students.
Against the wished of the adults, Jun looked outside and saw what was going on, seeing the strange things that were once people. He immediately knew that he had to escape and take Ray along with him. With quick haste, the brothers managed to get out of the school, with only a couple of baseball bats they had taken from the gym for protection. Jun was able to steal a car from the student parking lot (a pink jeep that the female owner had intelligently left the keys inside of) and the two sped away, knowing that their lives would never be the same.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive... When what was left of the Honda family made their move, they went with a bang. The brothers managed to raid a gun shop to get as much ammo as they could, only using the bullets for emergency, and an RV that they still drive today. Jun hardly sees other people nowadays, or at least living people. Sometimes he sees other survivors but those people are mostly not ones to mess with, given the lawlessness state that they live in. A seemingly kind man would just about slice your throat and steal your car if you let him.
He cares very deeply for his younger brother. Sometimes he treats him like a kid but only because he hopes that his younger brother will survive the outbreak and live on to have a normal life, or at least as normal as can possibly get. He might act like a jerk to him sometimes though and can lose his temper, but he really does care for his little brother.
When it comes to being prepared for the undead though, Jun is your guy. Over the years he has found ways of saving bullets, mostly using a crow bar or a metal baseball bat to kill the zombies when there are smaller numbers of them around. For the big crowds though, the big guns come out.
Prannkexxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 11:53 am
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xMAIRE KANEx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.Maire
»xAge:.Seventeen
»xI am a:.Female
»xI hit on:.Guys
»xLove them:.Maire enjoys a lot of things, and it isn't hard to make her happy. She loves seafood, and, though it is a rare commodity lately, she is willing to eat canned tuna. She also loves chocolate, going into an extremely happy mood when she finds some or her brother does. She likes to read, preferably folk tales from her Celtic heritage. She enjoys playing the piano, though it's been a while since she has been able to play on one. Nonetheless, she can still enjoy classical music, even if it isn't piano music. The only hobby she has that really helps her lately is her canny joy of puzzles and solving things, which has made her a very analytical and alert person.
»xBurn them:.There are actually very few things that Maire can't stand. One is being scary stories, even though she now lives in one. She also doesn't like dark thoughts, since she believes they "taint" her mind, and she tends to act childish by covering her ears and singing to ignore the person. Another thing, which is her biggest pet peeve, are people who are extremely lazy and rude. However, because of her passive nature, she doesn't really have the guts to tell them off. When she attempts to, it sounds more immature and childish.
»xMy song:.Innocence // Avril Lavigne
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Maire is a very innocent-minded and naive on most terms. Despite this, she is very analytical on certain objects. Seeing many musical patterns, she has also learned to put that into play with many other pattern crossings. From crossword puzzles to human behavior, she is able to analyze them all. However, she has a hard time seeing anyone as completely bad. This comes to her pacifist attitude. She i very accepting of all kinds of people, even those who seem to hate her. Many think she's too nice. She tries her best to have an optimistic attitude, trying her best to keep hope in others who are still alive. This is often mistaken as lack of understanding, but she is still very realistic about most situations. She tries her best to be brave about decision making, not wanting to be forever weak.
She doesn't try to think about zombies a lot, trying her best to not let her mind wonder about if they are still partly human or not. Even the fact that they look human terrifies her, making her fear the idea of killing them. However, she had learned to get over this, now able to kill them. If she was bitten, which she hopes will never be the case, she plans to let her brother kill her, or she will do it to herself.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell...Maire is the oldest child in a very unique mix of Irish and Scottish heritage. Though her name is sacred and is normally not meant for a first name, her parents had named her so because of her odd hair color mutation. She was born a very delicate child, obviously cared for rather gently, being thought of as a treasure by her parents that should not be tainted. It was all revolving upon an old folk tale about a beautiful, green-haired maiden who had caused good fortune to those who captured her by a waterside playing the flute.
Oh course, because of the strong ties her parents still had to their homelands, which are both alike and different, Maire was obviously raised a little too dramatically protected. They were good parents, but they were still overprotective nonetheless. She never learned to play the flute, but she became fond of playing on the piano. She was always a caring, compassionate, and friendly girl who just worried to much about the entire world.
When she was three, and just barely getting into playing the piano, her parents had told her she was going to have a younger sibling. They preferred the idea of a surprise child, not wanting to know the gender of the child beforehand. She was still too young to fully compute everything, but the idea of having someone to take care of was joyous to her. She became rather devoted to the idea of wanting to become a better human being.
When her brother went from an infant to a young child, she constantly was by his side, playing with him and teaching him everything she learns in school. Her bright eyes of curiosity were always equal to his, as her mind was still similar to that of a child. She especially loved to play the piano when possible, loving how he clapped for her at the end of each performance. he was the kind of protective, older sister that seemed to try to be level-headed to a small kid, and she enjoyed it.
As she entered her pre-teen years, Maire's mother grew ill and passed away of cancer. It was the first death that had ever occurred in her life, as far as the young girl knew. It was then that she started to wonder about what she was missing out on, being so sheltered for so long. With her father's permission, and her brother's help, she had soon practiced swordsmanship. She gradually became better, but her father soon stopped her lessons as she started to accidentally injure herself.
Even as they got older, Maire and Aedan were still close siblings. She was protective of him, but he also sometimes acted like the older sibling in their close relationship. She always threatened to hurt someone who bullied Aedan, but he normally ended up doing that for her. Maire was well liked at school, but her naive attitude made her very clueless on those who wanted to take advantage other.
As the epidemic spread, Maire's father had kept her home, afraid that she would end up getting ill. She stayed home, playing her piano most of the time. She didn;t now what to think of about it. She didn't watch a lot of television, so she didn't know much about how bad it was getting. On the day the zombies broke free, it was rather normal. She was at home, practicing a new song, when her brother rushed through the door from school, panting while holding a bag of ammos and miscellaneous items Maire had never seen in her life. Her father, a local policeman, was apparently dead. Aedan told her that they had to leave, so he drove off away from their home, and they never looked back...
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...Maire is no longer the sheltered, frail girl she was raised to be. She had grown to get used to the idea of using the Flamberge sword that belonged to her mother's ancestors long ago. She and her brother had made a fort on the countryside, but they still have to search for supplies every once in a while. Maire is the one who protects the fort while her brother goes scavenging.
Recently, Maire has been trying to practice using guns, but her practice ended recently as she ended up dislodging her shoulder the last time she tried. As for her overall personality, she still tries to keep herself somewhat innocent so she has some grasp of what used to be so she has a reason to live. Sometimes, her innocent feelings also get into kick, and she sometimes tries to help other survivors, though her brother kicks them out before guns get pointed.
The only car they have is their father's Hybrid. The man was definitely eco-friendly and loved to save money. It helps out a lot for last minute escapes. Maire is still very protective of her younger brother, despite his newly found independence recently. She has learned to heal injury wounds, and she does her best to still protect him. It's hard to do, though, when you aren't as good of a fighter.
Vampire Hunter Marixxxxxx ██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xAEDAN KALEx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.Aedan
»xAge:.Fourteen
»xI am a:.Male
»xI hit on:.Girls
»xLove them:.Considering that Aedan is actually still a kid at heart, he still enjoys the idea of fantasy and adventure, which explains his love of daydreaming and reading. He has a special liking for spicy foods, ranging from Hot Cheetos to ghost chilis. He loves scary tales.
»xBurn them:.Aedan can also be a very picky person. He dislikes quite a few things. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, and he absolutely can't stand ice cream or cold foods. He also doesn't really like being around new people, always finding them as suspicious. He also obviously has a strong, malicious hatred for zombies.
»xMy song:.Warriors Heart // Thaurorod
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Aedan is an adventurer, and he's always willing to try something new. However, that doesn't mean he easily trusts others. In fact, it's quite the opposite. He only trusts what is left of his family. He has a fear of others and what they plan to do, seeing as how he knows how cruel the world can be. He tends to be cold and distant to those who he doesn't know. Once someone does gain at least his alliance, he can become a much easier person to be around. He enjoys scaring people, mostly with stories. He also has a rather dark thought process, which led to him being partly morbid.
Being raised like the old fashioned ways of Ireland, Aedan understands well enough that even some humans deserve to die, so he is alright with killing zombies. He doesn't seem to have an opinion about it other than "kill or be killed". He has that same belief even with humans, though, so he's not the type one would want to make suspicious.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell...Aedan was born as the youngest child of a Scottish and Irish couple. He was named after St. Aidan of Iona. Also, he opened his eyes five minutes after being born, and laughed at the same time, which had led to his parents thinking he would have a personality similar to the element of fire. It sounds a lot like a fable, but he isn't quite sure if it's real or not. It's just what he was told.
As a toddler, he was a lover of music, especially his sister's piano music, which he would always clap for even at a young age. He was close to his older sister, since she had influenced him with the bright, curious sight of the world. He became a rather happy child, and he was ready to take on the world, to the point where he was already imagining fighting off bad guys since he was four.
Once he was old enough, his father decided to teach his son to become a man of the Kale family. He was trained how to fight, which apparently they still taught in Ireland when his father lived there. He was first taught something he had enjoyed since he was young, which is sword play. He used to enjoy it, but the training was hard, and he slowly lost his love for it as it became more of a task. He then had to go into archery, which hurt his arms at first, but he got the hang of it.
Still trying to hold onto the same positive attitude as his sister, he continued on into the world, not being held back like Maire. He found out soon enough just how cruel the world truly could be, especially to a young boy with childish dreams and adventures. His optimism was slowly eaten at throughout his elementary years, mostly by fellow peers and teachers. His training continued, which is apparently not very custom in America. He was constantly teased when younger because of his weird talents.
He became more of a rebellious kid then, becoming more distant to classmates. At home, though, Aedan was still attempting to be the positive person he once was. He still partially is, but he has a much darker view of the world than his older sister. Though she is older, he constantly is mistaken for being the older on, since he protects her from the minds of perverted guys that she goes to school with. Even though she tells him that she is willing to beat up anyone that bothers him, he doesn't really bring up his school life around her.
When Aedan's mother died of cancer when he was nine, his father became more protective over Aedan. He did let Maire take swordsmanship classes. As for Aedan, he was given less tough love and more of the father son bonding time. He heard stories of his heritage, as well as he was able to learn more about his mom. He was able to see a lighter side once again, but it was short lived as new horrors came.
The epidemic spread, and many of Aedan's classmates became infected. He was glad that his sister was to stay at home. As for him, he believed he was strong enough to handle himself. The day everything happened, he was at school, talking to the only two friends he had. It was lunch time, and kids were obviously enjoying themselves. He was hanging out by the basketball courts outside when a scream was heard. Apparently a little girl was bitten by a teacher. Soon after that, a group of zombies had entered the school, and it was chaos. Aedan luckily was close enough to the edge of the campus to run off. The streets were already filled of zombies, so he had to hurry and find something to fight with.
His only stop was the local hunting store. He wasn't the only one there, of course, but he was the first one to hit the rifles. He grabbed three, as well as as much ammo he could carry in his backpack, and he ran to the police station to look for his father. He did find him, but he was...turned. Aedan then ran home and grabbed his sister, driving off and never planning to return to the city ever again.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...Soon after that eventful day, Aedan had found an abandoned countryside home. He set up as many traps as possible, and he and Maire had made their fort there. He became much more quiet again and had lost most of his optimism. He still has his sword that he's had since he first trained in swordplay, and he uses it. Since they occasionally run out of necessities, Aedan sometimes goes into the local towns to fin items while Maire holds the fort.
Aedan has grown distant from other survivors, running into quite a few wackos that attempted to kill him. When he returns home to find out Maire has let others to their house, he quickly shoos them off. He comes off as pretty edgy about them, and he really can't stand them. He is even willing to point a gun at someone, depending on how dangerous they seem.
Since he is the only one who can drive, he uses their father's Hybrid. The man was definitely eco-friendly and loved to save money. It helps out a lot for last minute escapes. Aedan is still close to his sister, but the entire experience has revealed his true self that he never showed her, so he sometimes feels awkward about that.
Vampire Hunter Marixxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 8:04 pm
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xMIKA JULIAS VICTORIAx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some friends through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.Mika, Vicky, Miss Victoria, MJ
»xAge:.21 (Dec 29)
»xI am a:.(Female)
»xI hit on:.Mannered Men
»xLove them:.Ever since I was old enough to think on what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wanted to be a model which in turn made me like to model modern fashion, fantasy, and cosplay anime characters (secret hobby). People are surprised when I tell them that I like my fair share of video games and computer games. Whats wrong with a girl that liked to play online multi-players and be competitive? I play just about anything except for romance games. I totally like sports which many people don't see me enjoying since everyone thinks I'm just about looks and money. Can't blame them. Everyone thinks I'm cold or unsocial, but that is not the case. I just like to imagine a different world in my head which made me a bit clumsy and aloof. There is nothing wrong with being opposite to stereotypes.
»xBurn them:.I don't like it when people in general judge based on my looks or hobbies alone without knowing who I really am. It really bugs me that certain people can be so shallow. At least know who I am before saying anything. I also dislike being too girly. I mean that there is a certain limit on standing in front of a mirror to look good or thinking that your looks matter everything. I really dislike bugs. everything about them, just gives me the creeps. Especially the ones that fly or look slimy. Ugh. I also dislike when people naturally assume that I need protection from the bad guys since I'm a fragile looking girl. I can take care of myself.
»xMy song:.Clubbed to Death // (Rob Dougan)
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Aloof and carefree, but that is because I'm mostly in my own fantasy world. I'm really serious about my work, dedicated when I need to be, and down to earth because that is the way I live my life. Live day by day with with all you got. You never know when you might wake up again. I am loyal to my friends and will do about anything to see them unharmed. I guess one of faults is that I like to keep what I like to do in secret because I'm afraid people will judge me based on that. I am be judgmental at first, but I will get to know you really quick and become friendly with you. I focus on not trying to be hypocritical as much as possible, but I'm not perfect. I may seem cold or unsocial, but that's me thinking really hard on a subject. I'm willing to listen and hear you out as I hope you do the same to me. Treat everyone the same as the way you want to be treated is one my philosophies.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell...Three years ago, I was a Navy kid who's father went around the world constantly and I got stuck moving around place to place. At first I disliked it, but that quickly changed as I learned to accept life the way it was. It was at this point that I met a really good friend that helped me realized this. I owe him a lot and became my first friend who accepted me the way I was. Through I will never tell him that nor will I confessed that I had a crush on him. Ever since I encountered him, I have been less embarrassed about being a model and stop being so tomboyish. I did a lot if crazy things with him and I began to Cosplay at this point. He rubbed on me a lot. Then my parents moved again and I never saw him again. I heard he joined the Navy, but what became of him...I don't know. Strangely enough I heard some disturbing rumors on the net and TV about strange people eating each other. I didn't pay much attention to it. Wish I did though.
Two years ago, I finally got accepted into college early since I had a high IQ and went through a dramatic change as I was full time student and I model for fun and some part time jobs. At this point I was thinking on my career and was enjoying my college life. I stopped many old habits and began embracing the current me. I was really young when I got accepted and looked odd, but that didn't stop people from befriending me. I did above average in school and I was focus on my hobbies that I had little time for finding romance. Of course boys would come up to me and try asking me out, but I refused them politely since boys had terrible times figuring my age out. I guess I was a bit too young to know what love was. I had bigger fish to fry. More strange events starting popping up and some friends who where fanatics about the end of the world invited me to go to shooting ranges. I became a decent shot, but still due to my physic, I couldn't carry the big guns. Still to this day I knew that I didn't pay much attention to the warnings that where so clear back then. How was I suppose to know things where going down? I was simply enjoying life.
1 year ago, after a crazy summer adventure visiting various spots around the world. I came back to the college and jumped back to the same routine. I started to do sports more often and less on being a model which I am thankful for. It was a gut felling that I had. I really thought that life would go on. College life has that effect on you. More and more rumors came up, military personnel where seen more and more. Health check up where content. More people got frantic and a few people dropped out of college on purpose. Still college life stayed the same. I began reading survival books and tips. I just thought I should be prepared since I was going to be looking after myself. Trust yourself more then others while things are going down. I still kept my life up even though it was getting harder. A few times the media went crazy that the world had ended, but it always was false. I guess people where under stress and where making a big deal out of every little thing. At that point I started to worry a little.
I was summer vacation with my parents when things went sour. Out of the blue the world went crazy. I guess it was already crazy, but the media was covering it up since they didn't want a mass panic. Good that did. We tried to run and hide from the chaos, but my parents didn't make it. It was awhile before I came out of hiding and began to wander...
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...I wander around and scavenging in remote areas. Less zombies and less chance that people already been there. Once and awhile I bump into survivors and tag along for a bit before I venture out by myself again. Trying to survive and searching for friends that might have lived. Once and awhile I come across ammo or other valuables that I don't need, but others might. I always keep paper and pens so I can continue to design clothes so that after Zombies menace end, I might be able to create them. I guess you could call me a peddler or trader. Sometimes I scout places that might or have valuables that I can't carry all of it. I tired to stay in safe zones, but usually that doesn't work out and I end up wandering again. Sometimes I travel with others like me who go into major cities to find stuff. Those are rare and lots of times we come back with nothing. I do make my own clothes and think that it is fun to dress up weird like in fantasy fiction because it is my way to escape the horrors of reality. I think I prefer to travel alone because I haven't found anyone that I really connect with...
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 3:58 pm
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xDonny Yangx«xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s»xThey call me:.Donny Yang
»xAge:.23
»xI am a:.male
»xI hit on:. Women, usually.
»xLove them:.As for general "These would make good gifts" likes, I like mushrooms, chicken, how-to books, and really, just some free time. Time is a great gift; if you can clear up my schedule, I will love you. But for non-physical things (Time now withstanding), I like people who are nice, but don't need to justify being nice, you know? People who are nice just to be nice. I also like people who see me as useful, but still value me as a person. It's... Complicated. I also enjoy making things, from tools, scrap art, weapons, and statues. Not to say I'm good at it, but it's a hobby. I've also been practicing singing and music, though they aren't as great as I would like.
»xBurn them:.I don't like dogs, or cats. I don't hate them, but I'm not going to take one in unless I'm getting some serious cash for it. I'm also allergic to some flowers, sunflowers and roses being the two that I'm mostly allergic to. Another thing I can't stand is silence; just complete and total silence. I'm okay if I'm doing something like working quietly in a room; I can hear myself work. But to be still, and hear nothing, it unsettles me. As for people, the ones I hate the most are the ones that think they can use others and then throw them away. I don't mind being helpful; I don't mind having to help annoying or stupid people. But if you think you can just manipulate others into sacrificing themselves for your sake, you better hope that there's another one to save you from me. I don't care if there's zombies around, I won't care about who you are or what you can do. I will kill you, and I will not regret it in the slightest.
»xMy song:.Until the Bitter End // Fukuwa
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Before the world was plunged into it's new hell, Donny was still something of a pragmatic; he'd find loopholes, the easy way out, and never really do "hard" work. To him, it's better to do things smarter than to try harder. When he get's into a confrontation, be it verbal of violent, expect him to either run-off or try to worm his way out. If you're a friend, he might try to get you out too, but he comes first and foremost. But aside from his flaws, even he has his standards. And his limits; but if you're a true friend, he'll be willing to go the extra mile and more to get you out, one way or another. He'll find a way; if he can't, he'll make one. And he's not shy about getting down-and-dirty when the going get's rough; he only avoids those situations if the reward for doing so isn't good enough or ultimately optional. He's also not the kind of guy who'd "Wash his hands" nor "Let them hang by his side", as in, he won't regret what he does, so long as it was necessary. And despite his negative traits, he's still a nice guy, which might be weird given his pragmatic self; sometimes he would be charitable for no reason other than that he could, and even then, he might give things away when it would be best to keep it. He doesn't have a reason behind this, no more than he would to take advantage of everything; he simply does because he has the possibility to do so. Occasionally, however, an unexplainable bitter side would come up. He tries to suppress this end of him, usually with alcohol. And when he's drunk, he can be very... Unreasonable. Suicidally so.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell...Donny's the only son of a family head of the Yang Family; a family organization that run's multiple Gas-Stations all over the state. While a legitimate business, some family members used their influence for less legal things; Donny's father was one of them. You see, Donny's family didn't get along well with other family members and other rival Gas-Station corporations; there was lots of hostile tension between them. So it shouldn't be too much of a surprise if you figure out that, every now and than, someone important ends up dead, and someone from Donny's family get's arrested. Now, Donny wasn't really the next inheritor of the Yang Family fortune, but he was one of the many who could be, if the situation was right. Unfortunately for his family, he wanted nothing of it; he didn't want to get into a family feud.
During his younger years, Donny was a young resonance man, and being born to a pretty well-off family, he got to do lots of things. Baseball, Break-Dancing, karate, you name it. Granted, he never kept with most of them for too long; the only thing that he stuck with was baseball and metal shop. But during this time, he entered himself in a small group of friends; these boys (and some girls, but they came and went) would later form a group that would bring him the skills Donny needed to know, but in the mean time, got him into lots of trouble.
At around Junior High, Donny made friends with a group of boys, and together they called themselves the "The Bullet Boys". They were gun enthusiast, and being kids, mostly played around with air-soft guns. And with those toy guns, they tend to cause havoc inside and outside of school, getting into fights and causing trouble. They were quick to learn how to fix their toys, as well as make them from scrap (this was to save money; unlike Donny, most of those boys were pretty poor). Despite Donny's family, he liked hanging out with them, and tried to make them happy however he could. One day, with the help with his uncle, he managed to get him to take the Bullet Boys out shooting; with real guns. Surprisingly enough, they followed gun safety pretty well. they were bad shots at first, but as Donny and the Bullet Boys got older, they got better with shooting. Not so much for maturing, however.
In highschool, things started to get a bit intense. The Bullet Boys were infamous as a gang, and their numbers grew. they started forcing their authority over school, and the neighborhood. Donny himself became just another member of the gang, keeping to himself. he knew that the gang was getting bigger, and when things got too big, they got out of hand. He kept his affiliations, but tried to focus on his normal school-life; he joined the baseball team and played pretty well, even won a trophy for state. He was the team's best pitcher, and no slouch when it came to taking bases. But Donny's couldn't get out of the gang; by this time, the Bullet boys were starting to get more dangerous. They started teaching their members how to shoot, and more important, how to make guns and bullets. It was an expensive things, sure, but some people could afford it. Donny didn't even need it; he was so good at making weapons and ammo, all he needed was time and materials. Hew as the best of the best in the bullet Boys at making their things, that he started teaching. And eh enjoyed it; he felt like he was finally appreciated.
Of course, when his family got word of his affiliation with the Bullet Boys, they were less than pleased. They didn't like the idea that Donny was wasting money on them (He wasn't, if anything, he took large sums of cash from them through selling guns and teaching lessons), and that nearly each guy had a gun and could kill him. They wanted him to be in on the family business, to run a branch of the Yang Family Gas-Stations. By this time Donny felt like he owed it to his folks to be a bit more loyal, so he started getting himself involved; when he was eighteen his dad left him in charge of a Gas-Station near their house. He was taught how to run cashier, where to get supplies, finances, and how to manage the fuel for the family. But he couldn't runaway from his past; eventually, the Bullet Boys started wondering where he went.
When Donny was twenty years old, the Bullet Boys changed their name; they were the Gun Runners now, but they were a little more than a well-organized gang. Since Donny was one of the original Bullet Boys and their best teacher, they wanted him back into the gang. Donny was hesitant; he didn't want to risk his Gas-Station by letting his old friends loiter the place, but he knew what sort of things the Gun runners would do if he tried to drop out. Luckily for him, there was someone who would be willing to intervene; zombies.
Donny doesn't know where they came from, how they got here, or why. His family tried to hole up in their Gas-Stations, but soon enough they got overwhelmed. And not by zombies; people, trying to raid their stores for supplies. While there's still a few family's left, nearly 90% of the Yang Family Gas-Stations where overwhelmed and raided, and less than half the family was left alive. Most scattered, with no way to communicate with each other. The Gun Runner's lasted a bit better; they all stayed together and tried to use their guns to fend off zombies and raiders. But with their numbers in the hundreds, it wasn't long before the Gun Runner's had infighting; food was short, not everyone knew how to manage or make guns if they had any, and just the horror of it all put people on edge. About year after the outbreak, the Gun Runner fell into anarchy, most of them killing each other to horde weapons and ammo, and the rest either fled or became zombies.
During this time, Donny tried to stay with his family. When the zombies descended into his city, he tried to get to his family. But when he found them, his father just got bit trying to save his mother from zombified family members. His father was slowly turning, and there was nothing Donny or his mother could do to save him. During this time, Donny's father used his last time on earth to give his son some words of encouragement; he told Donny that he was a free man, and that in the end, he made the Yang Family proud. he said that despite how he grew up, he was one of the best managers the Yang Family could hope for. As his end grew near, Donny's father wanted one last request; He wanted Donny to never give up, and to make the world remember him and the Yang Family. As Donny's father waited for himself to turn, Donny's mother told him to leave the two; she would save her husband (i.e. mercy kill), and to not burden her son. She gave him somethings before Donny' would leave; supplies, a few family heirlooms, and a key. She told him that if he ever comes across any standing Yang Family Gas-Stations, the key would open up the doors and various safes inside. She isn't took sure what they could provide for him, but she wasn't about to leave her son with nothing to work with. With her blessings and prayers, Donny' left his parents behind to die peacefully, as he begant o carve himself a new road in this new hell.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...Things could be better for Donny. He's managed to survive three years of undead hell by scrapping by. He's put his gunsmith skills to practice, and made himself a nice armament, but he rarely uses it. His baseball skills proved to be more useful; he's got a good swing and and run faster than most zombies. He's a dead-eye when it comes to throwing things; bricks, makeshift spears, knives, whatever, he could stick it through a zombie's head with a good throw. During this time, he's also developed one hell of a La Parkour talent, though that was out of necessity; he would rather run away from a few zombies than to try to take them out.
Despite his skills, things aren't really in his favor. Donny tried to partner up with some survivors, only for most of them to try to kill him for his stuff or to leave him to die. He himself has done this a few times, and has started a drinking habit to forget. He's generally distrustful of strangers, but if it looks like no one is going to kill each other, he's more than willing to drag them along if they won't slow him down. Still, you might want to keep your valuables and your weapons close; Donny wants to make sure that he partners up with not only a competent person, but someone with good drops.
As of now, he's currently sheltered in one of the few remaining Yang Family Gas-Stations that didn't get raided. There was a few zombies, but Donny didn't have too much trouble clearing them out. It's located a bit outside the city, far away enough that he doesn't expect much zombie traffic. He found it two years after the outbreak, and spent the first year digging a large trench around it, than filling it with metal bars to skewer any zombies that would come in. He still makes guns and bullets, and even other weapons, though he would have to scavenge for materials near-by, usually in the city. He does have a rather sizable armory, but he keeps that a secrete.
Ryonaraxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:23 pm
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xAXTON EZEKIEL WILLIAMSx« xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s »xThey call me:.Axton or Zeke if I wanna hide myself more.
»xAge:.Twenty-Four and a Half if that counts
»xI am a:.Male
»xI hit on:.well I'm not really looking for anything like that right now but if I did a nice woman.
»xLove them:.Axton enjoys helping people out even if the way he helped them was insignificant. No matter what the task Ax is always one to lend a hand if it's really necessary or not even necessary at all. Ax is also the kind of guy who collects memorabilia from the time before the Infection. Small things of course but meaningful things to remind him of the time before. Things like this range from keychains, postcards, soda, caps, and especially old coins, no telling how many times old coins have gotten Axton out of a pinch with a bit of thinking. But most of all Axton loves dealing with anything that has some significance to the WW2 Era, whether it was old rundown military vehicles, lanyards, or satchels and packs Axton has always managed to make some room for that small personal collection of his.
»xBurn them:.Given the times everybody hates the Zombies walking about but what he really hates to see are the infected children. He especially dislikes them mostly because well he hates thinking about what killed the kid in the first place whether it was another zombie that got to em or some desperate parent hoping to give their kids an easy way out. But before the infection not much can be said about what Axton dislikes well aside form Politicians after his little fiasco with one well not so much little a rather huge one to be exact.
»xMy song:.The Way // Zack Hemsey
xxxx»xI may act a bit... Broken....... The man that Axton was is now just dead well least a bit of him is. His will to love destroyed by an incident and now he gives himself pity and guilt over what he did to his own life. Still when he's not busy lamenting Ax isn't much of a downer. On good days Ax makes good company with people and strangers, willing to lend a helping hand, supplies for a trade or just cause, or hell even to just chew the fat. Axton as a member of the Peace Corp also became quite a creative and critical thinker. Creative in the sense that he can use what ever he needs to give himself an advantage and critical in the sense that he can look at a situation and think of all the way that it could play out. Also his time at the Peace Corp taught him leadership traits and the necessities for a group of people to be able to thrive and work together. How ever there are always two sides of a coin. The second side of him is well rather strict when it comes down on who to trust of course this is mostly with women really. He feels he needs to be protective like this because of the fact that he's been stabbed in the back once already. Ax is also somewhat paranoid sometimes as well, his guilt just keels him over like a ship on open water in a hurricane and at times like those it's best to just leave him alone.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell... Axton was born in Jersey, yes Jersey where jerks are around just about every corner. Hell at one point you could easily call Axton King of the Jerks in the family, his tongue as sharp as an axe. Guess that's where his name came from maybe. Anyways he only lived in Jersey with his parents for about three years after his birth, till his parents died in a gristly car crash. So Axton was moved to the more rural parts of the United States to live with his next set of guardians his Grandpa and Grandma on his Moms side. Turns out Mom came from a farm but the big city changed her. Back then Axton described it as being "the worst damn time of his life." and hell he even it was like "a concentration camp." But Old Grandpappy Williams aimed to changed the tone of this boy into something much more appropriate. He figured that to turn him into what he mother was would be folly so he decided to at least refine the boy to be a better person. Axton got his Values from his Grandpa and even his interest in the 1940s era as a whole.
Eventually Axton became a much better person from it all and hell even came to love the place where he was raised in now. But by this time Axton was about 17 so he figured that it was time for him to leave the homestead so he could become his own person. So he went to Washington DC to find a nice job there with a little bit of backtracking on the way there of course. One of the Backtracks was a date with a girl heading the same way. Her name was Eve Holt, and she was in need of a new engine block at the time so Axton decided to give her a ride in both meaning of the word really. So from there they traveled to DC together where Axton managed to become apart of the US Peace Corps and Eve took up mechanical engineering which was ironic given the circumstances they met under.
When both of them were in their twenty's Axton and Eve knew they were made for one another so Axton eventually popped the question. Of course she said yes and from there Axton had become a made man. He had a good job, a beautiful wife, a lovely home. What more could he ask for right. Then one day he was pulled away from the safety of America and was given his first real assignment in the Peace Corps, Afghanistan. So with a tear in his eye and his intentions on his back he left with somewhat of a heavy heart. It was about a year after he left his home that he came home but he found that somethings have changed. It didn't take long to find out that while he was gone Eve had cheated on Axton behind his back. When he confronted her all she did was cry with regret. Turns out the guy she was sleeping with was a State Senator named Richard Powell.
In a fit of rage Axton went out and found out where the guy lived then beat the living hell out of him with his own hands. A man's skull should never look like that no matter what the circumstances are especially when it's done with bare hands. When he came home how ever he found that his wife had shot herself in the head and to boot the police were waiting there. There was no trail just a swift life sentence with 0 chance for parole. His life was over at that point the death of two people riding on his heart and who knows maybe there was a third to.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive... A bit before his incarceration had actually started people started to get sick all over the place, a few rare cases in prison the courts decided to be cruel here so he would live his life sentence as it was defined, for life. So they were gonna move him to Florida where he would go by boat to Guantanamo Bay. How ever while he was being transferred by the highway to the south the outbreak was starting to show it's ugly head. The convoy was diring down the highway next thing that happened was there was a man on the road, least that's what the driver yelled before the truck he was in went off to the road side.
When he came to the officer riding alongside him helped him out of the car only to find it was way worse outside. Chaos was going on all around, cars toppled over, some of em covered in blood and chewed and mangled corpses walking about. Some of them were dressed up in Police Uniform and Riot Gear so it was obvious what happened. So the duo did the most logical thing, they ran as fast as they could into the small brush of trees both with no idea what's even going on. The Cop wasn't a bad guy he was good company for a while then he decided that they should do separate ways. Axton was grateful cause he was free but still didn't change that fact that he was free in Hell.
Three years later everything that Axton knows is gone. During his containment his Grandfather and Grandmother passed away, his parents were already dead to begin with but chances are they were all walking round somewhere, and just about the rest of his intermediate family claim they have no idea who Axton is, are dead, or are just trying to get by. Doesn't matter to Axton now really he knows damn well they wouldn't want anything to do with him which isn't good but it ain't bad either.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 11:20 am
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xKONRAD RICHARDS x« xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s »xThey call me:.Konrad Richards
»xAge:21.(age)
»xI am a:.Male
»xI hit on:.Women
»xLove them:.Misses back home before the war, was a simple student before being called back to the Fatherland, then sent to the states due to the outbreak, studied music, therefore any instruments found would bring him great joy. He also enjoys the company of others, growing up feeling lonely left severe emotional scars, so Konrad hates feeling alone. Adores nighttime. This young soldier used to sneak away during nighttime to explore the city, he feels comfortable in the dark.
»xBurn them:.Konrad is terrified of being left alone for long periods of time, he is often startled by loud noises, and is terrified of being under ground.
»xMy song:.Pachelbel's Canon // J. Pachelbel
xxxx»xI may act a bit... Konrad is a highly trained special forces soldier, well versed in marksmanship, scavenging and first aide. Most people fail to realize he is also potent mentally as well as physically, and would much rather solve with his mind that with bullets. An issue that often arises when working with him however is his frightening devotion to the mission, no matter the cost. Intelligent, skillful, and loyal to the end, Konrad is an example of what every soldier hopes to be.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell... Konrad was living the life as a young German boy, and decided since times were peaceful to join the military. His intelligence and natural athleticism served him well and allowed him to quickly rise through the rank and file of normal soldiers. After finally being accepted into the elite KSK he felt his life was finally complete. He began to study in the United States, quickly learning English along the way. He found a passion in music and the study of it.
After a few years of college, Konrad returned home to begin his training once again. At this time the outbreak began. Taking part as a volunteer group, he was one of the first soldiers on the ground to battle against the hordes. Quickly he found himself overwhelmed by their sheer numbers and cannibalistic ferocity.
Konrad hid and took his supplies with him. Perhaps now he could help survivors who would wander along his path. So, he sits, watches, and waits.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive...
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:23 pm
██████████████████ ▍▍▍█████████ ▍▍█████ ▍▍█████████ ▍▍▍██████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»xNOEL LUCIAx« xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll we need is some relief through t h e s exxh a r dxxt i m e s »xThey call me:.Noel Lucia
»xAge:.Nineteen
»xI am a:.Female
»xI hit on:.Either which
»xLove them:.I like reading, particularly books about the supernatural occult (Demons, Ghost, Curses, etc) as well as a bit of Sci-Fi. Though I do most of my reading on the internet, something else I enjoyed. Now a days I find myself writing a lot, and not always about anything important. Just stories, imaginations and fantasies I have at the moment and want to write down. I like animals, mostly dogs. I also like riding horses. My favorite food is Green Tea and Ramen Noodles, two things I have a great amount of care for. People wise, I like people who can try to understand me. Try as in, even if they come from a completely different lifestyle (And may even have opposing opinions about my own), they still try to know me for who I am and how I play out those character traits.
»xBurn them:.Even though it's the zombies apocalypse, I hate people who try to unfairly take advantage of others. I can understand that, if someone is dead, you should make use of what they won't need. I'm okay with that. What I don't like is if someone really does need it and they're alive, and you take away anyways just because they might not need it for a while. It's just plain disrespectful. I also don't like loud noises, or consistent noises. I also don't like fighting, at least not with other people (Zombies are an exception, and even then I'll rather run away). Lastly, I can't stand alcohol. I never drank it, and I never will. If I have any, I'll use it for trading, cleaning, or what ever else that doesn't involve me drinking it.
»xMy song:.Uninstall // Chiaki Ishikawa
xxxx»xI may act a bit...Noel is polite and respectful, even when facing someone who's exactly the opposite. She was raised to be the "Perfect Woman" by her father's standard. That said, he wasn't some chauvinistic who thought woman had to stay in the kitchen; Noel is perfectly capable on her own, and proves to be both competent and useful when ever she can. She just follows orders really well, and does her best not to make other's angry. She has a belief that no one is truly evil and with nothing but malicious intent; usually they are just blinded by their emotions and act accordingly. It's because of this belief that allows her to quickly make former enemies her friends, and try to make her current enemies not hate her so much. But trying to be miss goody-too-shoes, while good for PR, is difficult to maintain all the time. While she is usually kind and polite at face value, all other time she's apathetic and almost uncaring. Alone, she drops the "nice girl" mask and goes to be a passive teen; she hardly cares about anything unless confronted or important, and it's usually during this time she vents her frustration with either destructive acts or just being a lazy pig. Noel even acts a bit like this in public, though it's toned down majorly; she would just put on a fake smile, nod her head with agreement no matter what, and pay only enough attention that she could give a vague input about her "thoughts" on the subject.
xxxx»xBefore my life went to hell... Noel is the youngest child of the Lucia family, a bunch of farm owners. She has three brothers and two twin sisters, all of whom she gets along with well enough. her eldest brother was the most mature and serious of the Lucia children, and typically acted like the leader. The second brother lived with resent about being the second child, always second to his brother, but he had his own accomplishments. The third brother, second youngest to Noel, was something of an oddball, but liked both brothers equally. The sisters tend to be a bit condescending to others, but they like Noel for her respect towards the two and because she was their sister. Noel's father was a proud rancher, who's animals were best known for being the best of the best; he raised luxury meats, and if it wasn't for his wish to be a family farmer, he could have gone corporate. Noel's mother was about the closes thing you could get to the "perfect" wife; she was soft-spoken, but her words carried weight with each word she said. She knew her place but also knew right from wrong, and could always challenge an argument without looking like the enemy. She was beautiful but modest, and always had time to deal with small matters. But like any perfect thing, it last for only so long before it's gone. When Noel was ten years old, her mother was stricken with cancer, and died three years later.
During her up bringing, Noel was influenced mostly by her father. Her brothers usually left her alone, though her second eldest does come by sometimes to chat and help her out. The twin sisters also wanted to take Noel just about everywhere, though their attitude was quite obtuse, as they acted like the "Alpha b***h" among Noel's schoolmates. While this did protect her from harassment from other bullies, it did nothing for the resentment aimed towards her. Noel had to actively make friends, convincing individuals that the rumors made by others and her sisters were mostly false. She made a small handful of friends this way, and she enjoyed a normal highschool life.
It was also during her teen years that Noel developed a knack for horse riding, writing, and medicine. the youngest son had a tendency to catch sickness due to his active lifestyle, and noel took it upon herself to make sure he got better. not only that, but ever since her mother died of cancer, Noel felt that it was her responsibility to make sure that never happens again. Her horse riding skill came from when her father started to spend time with her, and he taught her how to ride horses out on the ranch. She had chestnut-mare she called "Delight" because it was always happy around her. In her free time, she got attached to reading internet forums from her second oldest brother, which developed an interest into writing fictional stories. She wrote fictional stories about other people, and even made fan fiction, though she hides those like her undergarments. Her oldest brother also tried to get her to take part of his martial arts class, Escrima. She agreed, for a short while, until she was seventeen and decided to drop out. She was decent, but couldn't bring herself to be as ferocious as other students, though she appreciated that her brother was trying to spend time with her and teach her self defense.
The time everything started to become worse began when her youngest brothers came home one day, feeling very sick. Noel had come back home for vacation during her time at college, where she was learning to be a pharmacist, while also taking practice to be a surgeon. He had been out with friends when they were attacked by a hobo, and he was bit. He managed to get back home, but he felt very ill. Noel thought he was simply feeling fatigue and perhaps infection from the bite, and put him to rest after giving him some medicine. Soon, the rest of the family came home, wondering what had happened to the youngest brother. At dinner, one of the twin sisters went to check up on him, and than it began. Noel's brother was infected with a virus that had "zombified" him, and he attacked and bite the twin sister. Her scream was heard by the other two brothers, who went to try to save the other sister. Noel, her other sister, and her father stayed back. When the two brothers came down, both had become zombies, and they attacked. Noel's father took a chair and a knife, and tried to hold them off as Noel and her sister ran off. Both of them left the ranch, taking horses to the nearest city. But halfway there, Noel's eldest sister stopped, and told Noel that she was going back. Her beloved twin was back there, as well as the rest of the family, and they were flesh-eating monsters. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving them like that. Noel wanted her to stay, but her sister said she had to go. Put them out of their misery. The two sister made a final embrace, and before she left, she told Noel where she could go find some help. It was late at night, and the last look Noel saw of her home was that it was in flames.
xxxx»xNow that I am still alive... Ever since the outbreak, Noel has been jumping from place to place, group to group. At first, Noel met up with a group of her sister's friends, who let noel travel with them. They had boyfriends who were armed, and they planned to take a boat out of the mainland. But soon after they met up with the boyfriends, drama about something pointless started, and they began to fight. Noel's horse, Delight, was killed in the fire-fight, and she fled. from there she had been jumping from shelter to shelter, eating old cans of food and anything that wasn't rotten. During this time, her saw much practice with her medical skills, be it finding medicine for a illness or working on someone's injuries. She wished she had taken her older brother's Escrima classes more seriously, as the skills she learn served her well against both zombies and marauders. She joined up with multiple groups, nearly all of them she left because they had messed up and started dying, from either zombies attack or in-fighting. Now, all she wants to do is find a place to settle down, put her skills into practice, and save some lives before she looses her own.
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