[Other FULL] Outbreak: A Zombie Survival RP (SU/OOC)

[Klippy]

IC Thread
Rated M for violence and language

You're a survivor. It's been awhile since the start of the end of the world, but you're alive and that's what counts. A few of you are survivors from a plane crash, but more and more are found along the way. We started with so many, but lost friends along the way. Now we're just trying to keep living day-by-day.

You're one of us now. You can be part of the team or part of the problem. We're always taking in new people, so don't be surprised if we find you along the way and pick you up. Though some of us have been together since the beginning, our story has just started.​

Player List Here

☣ This world is based in reality and, as such, there is no god-mode. Your character is a flawed, regular human who makes mistakes. People will get hurt, be infected, and die. This is the world you are in now.

☣ All actions are dependent on your attributes and how many points you allocate to each one. If you have a low agility, your character cannot slay a hundred zombies and then run back to the shelter before nightfall. What actions you may do and things you may accomplish each "day" will be determined by the GameMaster during scenario selection.

☣ Scenarios and options will be presented to you to advance the story. You may choose any option available, but if you do not pull your weight, your fellow survivors may look unfavorably on you.

☣ Plot posts/GM posts will happen as the story warrants. Please try to have your post completed within a week of any GM post. If you're inactive after two GM posts, you will be cut from the roster to make room for someone more active - UNLESS you inform me earlier that you will be slow.

☣ All section-specific rules apply in this RP, so please review those if you have yet to do so.​

Sign-Ups are closed currently​

 

[PokemasterX]

This is really interesting. May I reserve the bottom left corner girl avatar, the one that has an eye covered. Going to school soon so no time to make SU right now but definitely will do later today.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

A zombie RP.... I love it! This will be my placeholder...

Trainer Arc

Alejandra Vasquez​

Age: 25

Hometown: San Antonio, Texas

History:

Spoiler:

Alejandra was born in the buzzing life of San Antonio, Texas, where she grew up with the developing city that upgraded their traveling system. She wasn't particularly happy with life there, nor was she stubborn about it. She did though set her sights on going to Harvard, not to be the first to graduate collage, but because she had her sights on anthropology. So once she finished high school and was finally accepted to Harvard, she moved to Boston, Massachusetts. Now a grown woman, life was just the same for this twenty five year old scientist; getting her masters degree on anthropology in Harvard University. She worked two part time jobs to pay off her debts/loans, and refused help from her parents. She didn't keep in touch with her family, nor did she made any kind of friends. She saw how conspicuous people could get, plus, she wanted her own sense of independence. Before the disaster, she was struggling to pay her bills and have enough money to afford food. At first when the press released the news that a virus brought out the dead, Alejandra shrugged it off, considering that many fictional shows used this idea and were hit tv series. But over time, she realized this was the real thing.

Slowly, she prepared her supplies to have with her before the gravity of the situation densed. She also made sure to pack herself some good books, for Alejandra needed something to occupy her mind as everything happened. Truth be told, she actually felt happy that this was going on; maybe people will finally see their errors in life. When she realized Boston wasn't safe anymore, she got her things and researched areas that hadn't been affected. At the time, Washington state seemed like a good choice to go, so she left her place to fly there. She didn't even bother to worry about her parents until that point, and she wanted to check on them. But Alejandra knew it was a matter of time before they shut down the flight system, so she only gave them a brief call, although they didn't answer. She sent a silent thank you to her father for teaching her how to shoot and for her mother on how to cook with almost anything available. Just then, she got a call and she answered. It was her father weeping on the other end: he told her that there was no point in coming to Texas, and she understood well that her parents were goners. She promised her father that she'll do whatever it takes to survive, since she owed them that. With that, they said goodbye and she boarded on the plane with no regrets, although it did worry her greatly who exactly will be in the refuge. She wasn't exactly the person to work well with, after all, she spents years on the solo trail. Her thoughts were interrupted on the plane when brief coughs occurred.

Luxury Item: Any kind of book

Attributes:
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 3
Charisma: 1

 

[Necrum]

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Name
Dick Remly

Hometown
Boring, OR

History
On vacation at the time the infection started, Dick went from losing hands of Poker, to losing his mind in an undead slaughter rampage. Dick's time in the US Army taught him basic gun handling and survival skills, but Dick really shines in Hand to Hand and Melee combat. However, Dick's combat prowess is offset by his extremely unpleasant personality, which makes him a poor team player.

Dick has very few friends, and almost no family to speak of, but his mother does still reside in his home town of Boring. Due to an unfortunate accident, she now lives in a Mental Institution, which Dick had to commit her to.

When Dick was young, he signed up for the US Army. A decision which he ultimately regretted, the experience broke him to the point of becoming a very Negative Nancy. After being dishonorably discharged for "Excessive Violent Outbursts", Dick could only find work as a local Gym Teacher. Every year, Dick takes a trip to Lost Fortune Casino, where he continually proves that he is the worst Poker player in all of existence. Now, Dick just wants to go home (and maybe make sure his mom is alright if he has time).

Luxury Item
Lotto Tickets. Dick's terrible gambling addiction carried over in the Zombie Apocalypse, leading him to the irrational conclusion that hording as many Lotto Tickets as he can will guarantee him a chance to get paid when this minor inconvenience is finally settled.

Attributes
Strength: 4
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 2
Charisma: 1

 

[Klippy]

This is really interesting. May I reserve the bottom left corner girl avatar, the one that has an eye covered. Going to school soon so no time to make SU right now but definitely will do later today.

A zombie RP.... I love it! This will be my placeholder...

WIP

Awesome! So happy to have all three of you aboard. :) Your portraits are reserved. For those of you with the links already, I will replace yours with new ones for anyone else to view. Thanks!

 

[PokemasterX]

Name: Athena Crawford
Age: 18
Hometown: Boston, MA
History:

Even before they came, Athena wasn't the typical happy-go-lucky teenager. Her parents had died—mom at childbirth and dad of cancer—so the one to take care of her was her Uncle Davis, a samurai fanatic who treated Athena like the daughter he never had. Though, while she may not admit it, not having real parents did affect her and so ever since she was young, she has been a social outcast. She was a pretty girl, but it was usually covered up under her favorite attire: black everything.
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Though, she didn't spend her time twiddling her thumbs when she was alone. Her favorite things to do are play with her guitar, and, surprisingly, study. She loved reading about any and everything. If you wanted to know a why the sky was blue, she'd be able to give you that and the whole history of the color and word blue and how it came to be, whether you cared or not. In school, Athena sat and ate alone and was often teased and bullied as the 'emo nerd chick.'​

More than she realizes, her uncle had been a big influence on her. While living with him, she read many books about samurais and became fascinated with the katanas. After much begging, her uncle finally gave in and gave her a bokken, a Japanese wooden practice sword, at age 10, promising her the real thing when she learned how to use it safely and intelligently. After many years of bumps and bruises, Athena finally mastered the bokken. As promised, her uncle gave her a true katana on her 18th birthday.​

Athena had managed to get herself accepted in the country's most prestigious university: Harvard. The day she moved into the dorms, the news hit every television and radio channel: zombies, something Athena had believed to only exist in tv shows and comics, had struck in the Boston Commons area, close to where her Uncle lived. Instantly, she went for the phone but there was no answer. She fell to her knees and began crying; she didn't want to lose another person in her life. She tried to escape and go home, but the school staff had ordered a complete lock down until the epidemic was dealt with. She had to find a way out. She had to find out what happened to her uncle: Was he alive? Was he dying? Was he one of them now? She had to know. So she snuck away from the staff and searched for an exit.​

Luxury Item: Stuffed Panda Bear
Attributes:

• Strength: 3
• Intelligence: 3
• Agility: 3
• Charisma: 1

 

[Klippy]

PokemasterX, you're accepted! :) Wilhelm and Yet Another Logical Nerd, VM me when your signup is complete and I will review them then.

 

[Elara]

This looks like it could be really fun and interesting! I'm not normally the zombie type, but it would be exciting and new! Can I reserve the young man in the middle of the second row? Thanks! :)

 

[Arsenic]

Placeholder plz

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Name:Nathan Hawke

Age: 31

Hometown: Leeds, UK

History: (If it's still too much, I would love help in toning it down)

Spoiler:

Nathan grew up in the bustling city of Leeds in West Yorkshire, UK. By the age of 15, he already had links to the underground side of the city. At the age of 17 he made his first robbery, a liquor store. Three months later he was in jail. After his release. he and a couple of his criminal friends joined together to preform a string of increasingly more daring robberies and heists. During the first few of these jobs, Hawke killed his first man. It took him three days to recover. The pinnacle of this chain of heists was a well organized and successful hit on a shipment of L-22 carbine rifles. Though all well organized plans have flaws. Those flaws led to the death of his team, and several bullet holes in him. He alone made off with a truck full of the military grade rifles. Sadly, after stashing them away, he was caught by the police. After a week in the hospital, he got thrown into prison. Two years later, he was released thanks to a lot of help from outside friends. He decided it was best to leave his home country ASAP.

A month later, he had moved to a new land. He operated in the city of Hong Kong. His time there produced his much more publicized exploits. Nathan and his new crew heisted several buildings being ICC Tower, Bank of China, and 2IFC within 4 years, as well as various smaller establishments. His luck didn't hold out though. The police were tipped off to a job for him and his crew to get some information from a firm on the higher floors. They were waiting for him, and in the ensuing firefight, he lost what felt like a brother, who was shot dead on the scene. He and his other two friends managed a hairy escape. After that the surviving crew went dark. Nathan settled down in Hong Kong, unable to leave the beautiful city.

2 years later, he was on vacation when the outbreak started. With the panic that followed, he managed to get a ticket aboard Flight 846. With no knowledge of how he would get home or if there would even be a home to get back to, he boarded the plane.

Luxury Item:Coca-Cola (Cherry preferred)

Attributes:

Strength: 3

Intelligence: 3

Agility: 2

Charisma: 2

 

[Klippy]

Mark Forrester (Klippy) - Reanimated
Hometown: Monterey, CA - Luxury Item: Iced Tea
Attributes: STR 2, INT 2, AGI 3, CHA 3
History: Mark never thought he'd see the day zombies actually walked on Earth. He always loved watching shows like The Walking Dead, but the reality of a zombie apocalypse was staggering. Mark was born in Monterey, California where he met his high school sweetheart, Maria. They dated for much of high school and when Mark left for college, their relationship continued despite the distance. Mark returned home after, married Maria, and had two boys together, Dylan and Thomas.

Mark was on a business trip when news of the disease hit. Various news sources reported that New York City, Chicago, and San Francisco were hotspots for the infection. Maria worked in San Francisco, but Mark checked in with her before his flight. She was home, at least, but she didn't sound like herself. Her speech was slurred and she seemed very confused. It wasn't a good sign and Mark knew he needed to get back home immediately. He booked the closest possible flight, miraculously securing the last seat available, and rushed to the airport, sick to his stomach at what he would find back in California.

At the airport, Mark sat at the bar, unsure of what to do next, sipping on whiskey. He could take Maria and the kids to his family cabin in the mountains, but would the roads be safe enough to travel? Was Maria even well enough to travel? His stomach began turning at the thought of losing Maria or the kids. He needed to get home to protect them. He knew this trip was a bad idea, but his company depended on him for this type of work. Who knew this would happen though? He took the last gulp of his drink before lining up to board Flight 846. He'd be home to her soon.​

 

[moon]

Done. Let me know if you want more, or changes.

Name: Alynx Cooper

Age: 32

Hometown: San Francisco

History: Orginally born in San Diego, Cooper grew up to become the principal of a school in central San Francisco. She was the kind of principal who knew well how to convince angry parents that the teachers were right, and who everybody was a little bit scared of but who actually had a really soft spot for children. She still does, but only shows her hard side since the crash. Soft people won't survive in this new world. She did not have a husband and had mostly decided that she needed one either. She kept herself physically fit and often meditated and did yoga to try and suppress thoughts of her life running away from her that threatened to surface every day as she saw children and parents around her school. She prefers to be called by her last name, except by her close friends whom she chatted with on the phone every day and often met for drinks or dinner parties.

Luxury Item: Toothbrush. She grabs new ones whenever she can and always brushes her teeth as well as she can every morning and evening.

Attributes: Strength 2 | Intelligence 1 | Agility 3 | Charisma 4

 

[TheSyren]

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Name: Syren Shizumi

Age: 19-ish

Hometown: NONE

History: Before the world became more bearable to live in, Syren Shizumi was living a life of migration. Having been born into a family of traveling gypsies, he never truly could say he had a life. Every day was difficult for a troupe of gypsies, and being the only boy born to a traveling group, it can be miserable.
The troupe he belonged to, known after the zombie incident as "The Plague", were a group of circus-like performers. At least, that is what they considered themselves. All year, they would move from state to state, setting up small town fairs in tents, offering services such as human contortion, hypnotism acts, and fortune telling. Magic shows and illusion acts were prevalent, and though they made little money, they were able to get by.
Syren, who was raised by his crystal orb using mother and with no father to speak of, was taught the art of fortune reading using Tarot Cards. He oddly enough enjoyed using his cards, shuffling them and grandiosely spreading them out for customers to be awed by his deft of hand. He did it so well, he made most of his monetary quota the first day of the fair often times, so with excess cash, he would put it away for a rainy day.
Upon his 18th year of living (the date of his birth was up for major debate, since the date is never recorded in the troupe), he was allowed to go into to town for supplies. Upon his way, he stumbled by a shop, selling amazing baubles and beautiful trinkets. But it wasn't the stained glass or stuffed pets he was looking at: stacked neatly on the table, almost purposely on display, was a set of Tarots he had never seen. Hand carved demons and angels, all with elegant calligraphy and startling detail. However, the price was outside of his range. But he had to have them. He looked at the small stack of metal, and decided if he couldn't have them, he would at least use them once, and for the first time, on himself.
He gently picked up the pile, the weight comfortable in his hands. He shuffled them like he usually did, humming the song his mother did when high rolling customers came in, and dealt himself a basic three card spread: past present future. He opened his eyes to look at his fortune, and was filled with panic. He prided himself in fortune telling, and although the future held many paths, he would usually get close to what would happen:
Halphas was his past. The message was easy to interpret. Halphas was an angel who looked into the affairs of prosperity and peace, but he always urged preperations for war or conflict. Usually, Halphas would show up before a great personal calamity, during a time of respite. Syren was on break, a long waited respite from his usual duties.
Furfur was his present. Furfur represents evaluation in most cases, but also brings with him a loud message: a storm threatens, and current situations needed to be questioned. Syren was in unfamiliar territory, and though he did not feel threatened, the atmosphere of no people around him was unsettling.
Malphas was his future. Malphas was a demon of impending war, and his appearance was a strong meaning of danger. Immediate danger.
The wind picked up outside, bringing with it the scent of rotting flesh. Syren, the cards still in his hands, stepped outside the shop and cringed as another breeze intensified the smell. There were no people around; only the scent of the dead.
(this was before he got on the plane, and was probably what he was dreaming of on the plane before he woke up in the wreackage.)

Luxury Item: A deck of Tarot Cards, made of thin sheets of tarnished silver.

Attributes
Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 3
Charisma: 2

 

[Klippy]

Spoiler:

Done. Let me know if you want more, or changes.

Name: Alynx Cooper

Age: 32

Hometown: San Francisco

History: Orginally born in San Diego, Cooper grew up to become the principal of a school in central San Francisco. She was the kind of principal who knew well how to convince angry parents that the teachers were right, and who everybody was a little bit scared of but who actually had a really soft spot for children. She still does, but only shows her hard side since the crash. Soft people won't survive in this new world. She did not have a husband and had mostly decided that she needed one either. She kept herself physically fit and often meditated and did yoga to try and suppress thoughts of her life running away from her that threatened to surface every day as she saw children and parents around her school. She prefers to be called by her last name, except by her close friends whom she chatted with on the phone every day and often met for drinks or dinner parties.

Luxury Item: Toothbrush. She grabs new ones whenever she can and always brushes her teeth as well as she can every morning and evening.

Attributes: Strength 2 | Intelligence 1 | Agility 3 | Charisma 4

Definitely accepted, but if you wouldn't mind adding a bit of info about what your character did after the zombie outbreak/before board the airplane, that would be great! :) Not required though.

I hate the time difference too! :P

Spoiler:

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Name: Syren Shizumi

Age: 19-ish

Hometown: NONE

History: Before the world became more bearable to live in, Syren Shizumi was living a life of migration. Having been born into a family of traveling gypsies, he never truly could say he had a life. Every day was difficult for a troupe of gypsies, and being the only boy born to a traveling group, it can be miserable.
The troupe he belonged to, known after the zombie incident as "The Plague", were a group of circus-like performers. At least, that is what they considered themselves. All year, they would move from state to state, setting up small town fairs in tents, offering services such as human contortion, hypnotism acts, and fortune telling. Magic shows and illusion acts were prevalent, and though they made little money, they were able to get by.
Syren, who was raised by his crystal orb using mother and with no father to speak of, was taught the art of fortune reading using Tarot Cards. He oddly enough enjoyed using his cards, shuffling them and grandiosely spreading them out for customers to be awed by his deft of hand. He did it so well, he made most of his monetary quota the first day of the fair often times, so with excess cash, he would put it away for a rainy day.
Upon his 18th year of living (the date of his birth was up for major debate, since the date is never recorded in the troupe), he was allowed to go into to town for supplies. Upon his way, he stumbled by a shop, selling amazing baubles and beautiful trinkets. But it wasn't the stained glass or stuffed pets he was looking at: stacked neatly on the table, almost purposely on display, was a set of Tarots he had never seen. Hand carved demons and angels, all with elegant calligraphy and startling detail. However, the price was outside of his range. But he had to have them. He looked at the small stack of metal, and decided if he couldn't have them, he would at least use them once, and for the first time, on himself.
He gently picked up the pile, the weight comfortable in his hands. He shuffled them like he usually did, humming the song his mother did when high rolling customers came in, and dealt himself a basic three card spread: past present future. He opened his eyes to look at his fortune, and was filled with panic. He prided himself in fortune telling, and although the future held many paths, he would usually get close to what would happen:
Halphas was his past. The message was easy to interpret. Halphas was an angel who looked into the affairs of prosperity and peace, but he always urged preperations for war or conflict. Usually, Halphas would show up before a great personal calamity, during a time of respite. Syren was on break, a long waited respite from his usual duties.
Furfur was his present. Furfur represents evaluation in most cases, but also brings with him a loud message: a storm threatens, and current situations needed to be questioned. Syren was in unfamiliar territory, and though he did not feel threatened, the atmosphere of no people around him was unsettling.
Malphas was his future. Malphas was a demon of impending war, and his appearance was a strong meaning of danger. Immediate danger.
The wind picked up outside, bringing with it the scent of rotting flesh. Syren, the cards still in his hands, stepped outside the shop and cringed as another breeze intensified the smell. There were no people around; only the scent of the dead.
(this was before he got on the plane, and was probably what he was dreaming of on the plane before he woke up in the wreackage.)

Luxury Item: A deck of Tarot Cards, made of thin sheets of tarnished silver.

Attributes
Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 3
Charisma: 2

Accepted! That last paragraph was really well-done. I'm excited to see what you do with descriptive wording like that. :D

Spoiler:

A zombie RP.... I love it! This will be my placeholder...

Trainer Arc

Alejandra Vasquez​

Age: 25

Hometown: San Antonio, Texas

History:

Spoiler:

Alejandra was born in the buzzing life of San Antonio, Texas, where she grew up with the developing city that upgraded their traveling system. She wasn't particularly happy with life there, nor was she stubborn about it. She did though set her sights on going to Harvard, not to be the first to graduate collage, but because she had her sights on anthropology. So once she finished high school and was finally accepted to Harvard, she moved to Boston, Massachusetts. Now a grown woman, life was just the same for this twenty five year old scientist; getting her masters degree on anthropology in Harvard University. She worked two part time jobs to pay off her debts/loans, and refused help from her parents. She didn't keep in touch with her family, nor did she made any kind of friends. She saw how conspicuous people could get, plus, she wanted her own sense of independence. Before the disaster, she was struggling to pay her bills and have enough money to afford food. At first when the press released the news that a virus brought out the dead, Alejandra shrugged it off, considering that many fictional shows used this idea and were hit tv series. But over time, she realized this was the real thing.

Slowly, she prepared her supplies to have with her before the gravity of the situation densed. She also made sure to pack herself some good books, for Alejandra needed something to occupy her mind as everything happened. Truth be told, she actually felt happy that this was going on; maybe people will finally see their errors in life. When she realized Boston wasn't safe anymore, she got her things and researched areas that hadn't been affected. At the time, Washington state seemed like a good choice to go, so she left her place to fly there. She didn't even bother to worry about her parents until that point, and she wanted to check on them. But Alejandra knew it was a matter of time before they shut down the flight system, so she only gave them a brief call, although they didn't answer. She sent a silent thank you to her father for teaching her how to shoot and for her mother on how to cook with almost anything available. Just then, she got a call and she answered. It was her father weeping on the other end: he told her that there was no point in coming to Texas, and she understood well that her parents were goners. She promised her father that she'll do whatever it takes to survive, since she owed them that. With that, they said goodbye and she boarded on the plane with no regrets, although it did worry her greatly who exactly will be in the refuge. She wasn't exactly the person to work well with, after all, she spents years on the solo trail. Her thoughts were interrupted on the plane when brief coughs occurred.

Luxury Item: Any kind of book

Attributes:
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 3
Charisma: 1

Accepted! Thanks for applying. :)

 

[moon]

You don't really describe much about what the world/country is like or how long time has passed since the outbreak, so I didn't really know what to put there. Did it happen over a few hours, like, after our plane took off, or has it been going on slowly for months or days or?

 

[Klippy]

You don't really describe much about what the world/country is like or how long time has passed since the outbreak, so I didn't really know what to put there. Did it happen over a few hours, like, after our plane took off, or has it been going on slowly for months or days or?

Oftentimes in zombie lore, it's unknown what's going on. There are always scattered reports about the level of damage and infected population, so I am letting you all fill in those blanks with what your character has heard rumors of. A lot of the information we will hear will be rumors or hints, but I can say that it's been several weeks since the initial reports of the infection began. At the point our story begins, it's not known exactly what's going on, but it's clear enough to people that things aren't good so most are finding ways to get to refuge camps or hunkering down.

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Also I'm considering beginning this within a day or so. :D I am gonna prepare some starting posts and then we'll begin, so anyone that wants to apply or has an application to finish, now would be good! If you don't make it for the initial GM post, there will be a different introduction point for your character (i.e. instead of being among the group at the plane crash site, your character will need to reach the shelter after the group leaves the crash site).

 

[moon]

Cool! Just remember some people (like myself) likely won't have time to post every day.

Also, your old IC thread is still there, unapproved, so lemme know if you want me to accept it :3

 

[Klippy]

Cool! Just remember some people (like myself) likely won't have time to post every day.

Also, your old IC thread is still there, unapproved, so lemme know if you want me to accept it :3

I hear you! I'll try to be patient. ;)

And not just yet! I wanna prepare my stuff for our start so I can get it posted quickly after. Soon enough, I'll pester you. :)

 

[Elara]

So here is my SU! I hope it's acceptable! Sorry, I can't post the picture of the Avatar I'm using... some kind of forum restriction until I post 15 times...

Name: William Baker

Age: 21

Hometown: Manchester, United Kingdom

History:
A bright and cheerful young boy from the heart of Manchester; William, or Wllie, as his mom would lovingly call him, never wanted for much growing up. His mom and dad both had steady jobs that provided just enough for the family to get by with the necessities of life. It wasn't a glamorous life, but it was a happy one.

For as long as William could remember, he had to survive on his wit and charm in school. What he lacked in muscles and speed like most young men prided themselves on, William counted on humor and the ability of outwitting others to get what he wanted. Growing up, he was a nerd who came into his own with age. He found he had a tenacity and proficiency in debating and wiggling his way out of tough situations.

Although moderately content with the things he had, the son of a waste worker and nurse, William wanted more. He was a boy filled with ambition and promise, even if his charm did come with a crushing ego at times. He longed to be an attorney and during his tenure in secondary school, devoted much of his time and effort in pursuit of that cause.

His grades made his parents proud and everything was going swimmingly for his coming future. Unfortunately, he couldn't have the foggiest idea of what really waited for him to come. William's father died in a soul crushing accident for the young man. His mom, who then began a spiral into depression, could no longer be trusted to care for herself. Halting pursuit of his dreams, he moved with his mom to the US where the two could have the support of his grandparents.

Florida was a culture shock from what he was used to and his world would only get more complicated. News and rumors began to quickly surface from around the world of a rise of the dead. First official word came to him as he was stocking the shelves of a local grocer; his new job that he had to mainly keep busy as he cared for his mother.

The scene that awaited him when he got home, he'll never forget. Before the airports shutdown, his mother left a note that she was going back for his father, that now he was coming back to her, to them. This was not the note of a coherent mind and William knew that, as did his grandparents. He had to track down his mom and get home again. Somehow, he had to find her and knock sense into her.

Things happened so quickly and he never heard word from his mother again after that note. Flights were changed, some grounded others simply routed. As he himself plane hopped desperately in a bid to get home, he somehow found himself aboard flight 846.

Luxury Item: Licorice

Attributes:
Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 1
Charisma: 4​

 

[Klippy]

Spoiler:

So here is my SU! I hope it's acceptable! Sorry, I can't post the picture of the Avatar I'm using... some kind of forum restriction until I post 15 times...

Name: William Baker

Age: 21

Hometown: Manchester, United Kingdom

History:
A bright and cheerful young boy from the heart of Manchester; William, or Wllie, as his mom would lovingly call him, never wanted for much growing up. His mom and dad both had steady jobs that provided just enough for the family to get by with the necessities of life. It wasn't a glamorous life, but it was a happy one.

For as long as William could remember, he had to survive on his wit and charm in school. What he lacked in muscles and speed like most young men prided themselves on, William counted on humor and the ability of outwitting others to get what he wanted. Growing up, he was a nerd who came into his own with age. He found he had a tenacity and proficiency in debating and wiggling his way out of tough situations.

Although moderately content with the things he had, the son of a waste worker and nurse, William wanted more. He was a boy filled with ambition and promise, even if his charm did come with a crushing ego at times. He longed to be an attorney and during his tenure in secondary school, devoted much of his time and effort in pursuit of that cause.

His grades made his parents proud and everything was going swimmingly for his coming future. Unfortunately, he couldn't have the foggiest idea of what really waited for him to come. William's father died in a soul crushing accident for the young man. His mom, who then began a spiral into depression, could no longer be trusted to care for herself. Halting pursuit of his dreams, he moved with his mom to the US where the two could have the support of his grandparents.

Florida was a culture shock from what he was used to and his world would only get more complicated. News and rumors began to quickly surface from around the world of a rise of the dead. First official word came to him as he was stocking the shelves of a local grocer; his new job that he had to mainly keep busy as he cared for his mother.

The scene that awaited him when he got home, he'll never forget. Before the airports shutdown, his mother left a note that she was going back for his father, that now he was coming back to her, to them. This was not the note of a coherent mind and William knew that, as did his grandparents. He had to track down his mom and get home again. Somehow, he had to find her and knock sense into her.

Things happened so quickly and he never heard word from his mother again after that note. Flights were changed, some grounded others simply routed. As he himself plane hopped desperately in a bid to get home, he somehow found himself aboard flight 846.

Luxury Item: Licorice

Attributes:
Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 1
Charisma: 4​

Very awesome and definitely accepted! :) And yeah, you'll need a few more posts before you can include images.

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Beyond that, I am currently waiting for my IC thread to be approved and the first GM post is ready to go!

 

[Klippy]

We have been approved, everyone! :D

I have posted the very first GM post, so if you've been accepted (check the Players list if you're not sure), you can begin RPing! Good luck!