RUN! ZAMBIES! (Zombie Apocalypse RP, Open!)

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    Well, well, well. Looks like SOMEBODY got themselves stuck in a zombie apocalypse. Shame on you. Well now your only way to survive is to find others. Now how am I supposed to do that, you ask? Well i'll tell you! You just have to not die long enough to find someone! Woo! Funtimes! Anyway, here's the form:
    Name:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Looks:
    Personality:
    Crush/BF/GF:
    Weapons:
    Other:


    My form:
    Name: Alex Stone
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Looks: Short brown hair, blue eyes, black t shirt and hoodie.
    Personality: Nice, Sarcastic, Friendly
    Crush/BF/GF: Open/NO/Open
    Weapons: .44 Magnum, Crossbow, Machete.
    Other:


    Rules:
    No Powerplay/Godmodding
    No killing other players characters
    Minimum of three characters.
    Character can only carry three weapons (doesn't matter if they're all ranged, all melee, ETC.) But NO OP weapons or unrealistic scenarios. (EX. Bob has an RPG and Two SMGs or Bob stumbled across a huge bunker filled with food and water and weapons)
    Put Sandwich Pie in other if you read.



    That's all! Now have fun and try to not die!

    Name: "Alexandra Wolf. Call me Alex."
    Age: "Only fifteen."
    Gender: "Look who just made it on my bad side!"
    Looks:[img width=382 height=510]http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.…-black-blue-white-bag.jpg[/img]
    Personality: Alex is a definite tomboy. She can be pretty serious, and is actually pretty intelligent, if you look past her occasional recklessness. She likes to think ahead and if she can't strategize, she just goes into things blindly and wildly. This causes her to get into fights pretty easily, and so does her temper. Past her tough exterior, she's nice and funny, and kind of selfless, putting others' safety before her own. She constantly tried being independent, not wanting to feel weak in any way.
    Crush/BF/GF: "Myeh."
    Weapons: "I have a pistol. Not sure what kind, though. I also have a knife and what I believe is a 22 rifle. I only use it for special situations, however."
    Other: Not much else.

    Name: Michael / Christopher, Chris for short
    Age: 15 / 11
    Gender: Male / Male
    Looks: Michael has Long black hair, green eyes, six feet tall. Both Michael and Alex Camo shirt, pants and jacket they salvage from an old Big 5. Also they have used dirt and some paint to cover their skin. Alex has dirty blonde hair with green eyes, is four and a halt feet tall.
    Personality: Michael is a good person, when it was just him and his brother, who he did everything he could to keep him safe. He is suspicious of anything walking except his brother and will sacrifice you if means the brothers survive / Alex is a kind person is who is fiercely loyal to his brother, but thinks his brother is a little over protection at times and is hasn't fully grasped what the apocalypse means besides there are zombies.
    Crush/BF/GF: Open / Don't think so.
    Weapons: A hunting rifle, a bowie knife, and a military grade slingshot / A hunting bow a little to big for him and a bowie knife.
    Other: These two are brothers. Before the apocalypse Michael and his dad were hunters.

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    Name:
    "Alexandria Brighams, just call me Alex."


    Age:
    "I'm sixteen, babe!"


    Gender:
    "...wow. Just... wow."


    Looks:
    "Pfft."


    Personality:
    Alexandria is a gentle, yet spunky girl with an ever-present smile and a radiant demeanor. She is friendly to everyone, and will accept you for who you are. But just because she's gentle doesn't mean she's clean-cut. Alex is a rebellious, clever girl, also. She's the one you turn to if there was a tack on the teacher's chair, or when you're looking for something to boost your optimisticy. She is a great friend, and a bit on the flirty side. Her family had given her the nickname 'spitfire', and it totally fits.


    Crush/BF/GF:
    "Crush? Nah. Boyfriend? Died. Girlfriend...? Hell no!"


    Weapons:
    "I'm old school- got a switchblade and my dad's automatic pistol. I have no clue what it's called, but.. yeah."


    Other:
    SAMMICH PIE.
    AND HI MY SUPERNATURAL BABEY!



    Name: "It's Melody Carverd. Just call me Mel or Melly. I really don't care."
    Age: "I'm currently sixteen."
    Gender: "Is it not obvious?"
    Looks: "You sure you're not blind?"
    Personality: "I'm a quiet girl. I work best when I'm alone. I can sneak around an army of the undead without being seen. I'm super smart. I'm on my own since my um...now undead boyfriend killed my friends."
    Crush/BF/GF: "Dude. My boyfriend's a zombie. I'm defiently single."
    Weapons: "I'm great with knives. Give me a shotgun, and I'll blow off a zombie's friggin' head."
    Other: Sandwich Pie. .-.

    I guess we can start.


    Alex sighed, not seeing anyone in this barren wasteland. He continued walking and noticed a house that hadn't been broken into. He curiously started walking over to it.

    Melody sat inside an abandoned home. She was curled up on the large couch, watching the fire slowly dying. She signed and rubbed the back of her neck. She hated the fact that she was alone. She couldn't take this silence. She missed her mom, her dad, Joey... She shook her head, getting rid of the sadness. She got up and went into the kitchen to raid the cabinets.

    (We have too many people named Alex I just realized holy crap. I'll change mine's to Olivia xD)
    Olivia Wolf
    Oli walked the streets, holding her pistol tightly. She needed to find another roof where she could hide for the night. She had her rifle, which was really only useful when she sat in one spot. Her pistol and knife were really only for slowing zombies down. She rushed over to a house, not trusting the inside, and made her way onto the roof. She dropped down and sat, putting the rifle down so she could rest.

    Alex walked to the door and knocked. "Hello? Anyone here....?" He asked.

    ((Lol. I was just about to say something bout that. XD))


    Melody sat on the counter, searching through the cabinets. She muttered to herself, tossing empty cans aside. She found a can of beans and looked at it. "Beans for lunch? Why not!" she murmured. She broke the top off with her knife, not trusting any can ooeneing devices. She grabbed a plastic spoon out of a drawer and went back to her cozy spot on the couch. She jerked around, hearing a voice. "Holy mother of cows!" she exclaimed, grabbing her knife. ((She has such a way with words))

    Oli heard some yelling in the house below her and stood up instantly. She holstered her pistol and picked up her rifle, climbing down one handed. She walked around to the front door and aimed down the sights. She removed the scope and put in her pocket when she was on the roof.

    Melody sighed and went to the door. She yanked it open after peer I through the window next to it. She held her knife up. She couldn't trust anyone anymore. She gave the boy a questionable look.

    OOC: I changed my Alex to Chris.


    Michael looked around to his brother Chris who was on a rooftop over the other side of the street. It was a standard thing for them whenever they came into town for the occasion resupply when they couldn't get enough wild game or their medical/ammunitions supply ran out. Michael looked around he heard a loud noise nearby. Signaling for Chris to follow on his rooftops they climbed/ ran over the rooftops towards the sound incase someone needed help.

    Olivia Wolf
    Oli turned a corner and saw Alex and Melody. She still held her gun up and asked, "You guys aren't psychos, right?" She knew that it wasn't smart to trust anyone who even seemed harmless. Her own father taught her that, by using her as a distraction when this all started. She had to do something she wasn't proud of to get back into the house and get to her father's weapons.