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    When you moved to Georgia, you expected a good life. Full of treats, farms, nice people, and maybe some friends. That might have worked out for a few. Until a day ago, something bad happened. Bodies, rose from the ground. Inhuman. And it was scary. Now, they're after you.
    But that happened? And what are these things?


    The outbreak. Apocalypse.
    Where ever you were, someone told you to “run!” And leave. Flee. Wherever you went, there were other survivors. Most have gathered in the store complex. Others in the church-house, and smaller groups scattered around the city. Where have you gone?




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    Entering the town; Georgia. Vast lands, wheat fields, and nice people. This is the entry from the town. The roads lead in and out of town, and towards more rural country.
    The town; It grew darker due to the seemingly 'toxic' mist. It's not harmful, but it will always be there. It used to be busy, and loud, but now it's quiet, and desolate.
    The farm trail; Once you've made your way out of the town, it'll be a while, and then you will come across dirt roads. They usually look like this, stretching for a long tim until you reach the farmhouse. The houses are usually looted with some food, and weapons. A good place to go.
    The river; The river is deeper into the forest. Behind the group of trees, is a small clearing, and that is the forest camp. It used to have a few visitors, but not many know about it.
    The big spit; It's a smaller store, but nevertheless, stocked. But there are a few walkers inside, so beware.
    The forest; Just the ordinary forest. Walkers are scattered around, so beware.



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    Derek Alexander Williams ![hr][/fancypost]

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    » FIRST NAME « "Derek."
    » MIDDLE NAME « "Alexander, after my dad."
    » LAST NAME « "Williams."
    » NICKNAMES « "Just Derek is fine, thanks.."


    » AGE « "... 25."
    » GENDER « "Do I really look female to you?"
    » RANK « "I'm handy with a sniper, and I've learned to use handguns and rifles fairly well."
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    » LOOKS « Square jaw, broad shoulders and a good build. Derek shaved his dark hair to keep it from getting in the way of seeing, he also had brandy colored eyes and dark skin.
    » SKIN « Dark
    » EYES « Brown, Rounded
    » HAIR « Black and cut very short
    » HEIGHT « 6'6
    » WEIGHT « 205 lbs
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « A tattoo he kepts hidden on his right shoulder.
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    » Team « Doesn't matter.
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « He insists that his main focus is to keep himself alive, but it appears that he's actually quite caring towards others and is rather selfless.
    » LIFESTYLE « "Simple enough... I don't need much, and I'd rather have less and be doing well than a lot and be in a tight situation."
    » HOMETOWN « answer
    » JOB « Before the apocalypse Derek was a college student majoring in biology at Stanford U.
    » DREAMS « "Survive this hell. After that... if there is an after that... I'm not so sure anymore."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « Quiet, cynical, and also protective.
    » HISTORY « WIP
    » FEARS « answer
    » DISORDERS « answer
    [hr]» PARENTS « answer
    » SIBLINGS « answer
    » SEXUALITY « answer
    » LOVE INTEREST « answer
    » PARTNER « answer
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « answer
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « answer
    » FACECLAIM « answer
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
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    #dustylooky

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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ajax Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


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    » FIRST NAME « "... Lucian."
    » MIDDLE NAME « "Ajax. My father was a fan of Greek mythology, and it so happens he named me after a character in a Greek tragedy who kills himself."
    » LAST NAME « "Wolfgang. Doesn't really matter anymore, now does it?"
    » NICKNAMES « "My little sister used to call me 'Lucy' to make me mad. Never thought I'd ever miss it.


    » AGE « "Twenty four."
    » GENDER « "In a world with no laws, you should think about watching your mouth. I'm male."
    » RANK « "I'm a gunman, and I'm very skilled at it too."
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    » LOOKS « Starting from apex to toe, the most recognisable thing about Lucian is perhaps his piercing blue optics. It is not necessarily even always the colour in which they sparkle, but the fact that his right eye as an abnormal brown spot on it -- a result of a genetic mutation called 'heterochromia.' His countenance is framed by dark, sometimes tousled, semi-curly hair. Depending on the length he allows it to go, his hair can became rather curly over time. His chin is chiseled and his jawline is prominent. Lucian has a very “shoulder centric” look to his body meaning he has broad shoulders and a very tight, lean waist packed with muscle. All in all, he has a physique described as a mixture between 'ectomorph' and 'mesomorph.' Muscular and lean, all the same.


    He has chest hair, which depending on what shirt he is wearing, may or may not be noticeable, and a skin tone is pale to slightly olive depending on the season. Facial hair blankets his jawline and a portion of his neck, and whether he shaves it depends on how long it gets; he never lets the facial hair get any longer than a mere 5 o'clock shadow. Overall, his physique is toned and muscles, resulting in a height of five inches over six feet and over two hundred pounds of weight.



    » SKIN « "What does it matter?"
    His skin tone can range from olive to tan, and sometimes gets rather pale in the winter months.
    » EYES « "... I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for you or assume you're just being ignorant."
    His eyes are fundamentally blue, with his right eye having a random blotch of brown.
    » HAIR « "Really? Just look."
    His hair is a dark brown; sometimes appears black in certain lightings, but black hair doesn't exist, so it is safe to say it is brown.
    » HEIGHT « "Skip the tall jokes."
    6'5.43" ft
    » WEIGHT « "... too heavy for you."
    225.67 lbs.
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « "I guess you could say my body is a canvas."
    Lucian is adorned with the tattoo(s) of a dark forest on his left arm and his right wrist.
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    » Team « "Yeah sure, I guess 'team' is a good way to describe it."
    Group B
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « Lucian doesn't trust others often and rarely trusts himself. By all means, he is confident in his motives and skills when it comes to shooting, hand-to-hand combat, or any sort of act that involves violence, cunning, and/or stealth. On an emotional level, Lucian has been detached for most of his life and doesn't really know how to go about voicing his fears and confiding in people, so he bubbles it all in, which is ultimately bad for his wellbeing. Due to thus, he hides behind a façade akin to that of a stoic, quiet guy of few words and little emotion.
    » LIFESTYLE « "I've been taught during the duration of my career to do with little I have, so I live with as minimal materials as possible."
    » HOMETOWN « "Portree, Isle of Skye; it's a large island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland."
    » JOB « "I am -- I mean was a C.I.A agent."
    » DREAMS « "In this brave new world, it would be wise to refrain from dreaming; your dreams are bound to be snuffed out like weak candlelight."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « answer
    » HISTORY «
    4:43 AM
    Lucian warily crept into the dimly lit room of his father's bed, shadows lapping at him from the far corners of the room. The flashing images of the television kept the hungry darkness at bay, and for that he was glad; he'd never been so scared of the dark until this eerie night. The urgent voice of a female field reporter brought his undivided attention to the television screen. The woman's mouth was moving, but he could hardly hear her over the screams of fear, anguish, and agony from the masses of people who fled just behind her. He stepped closer to the TV to better hear her voice: "The abnormal disease that was once contained has become pandemic and as you can see chaos --" she was abruptly cut off as a nearby building's windows burst and fire came pouring out. An unnerving boom! shook the house to its foundations and Lucian jumped slightly, his eyes instinctively flying to the window adjacent to where his father's bed was placed. Smoke and fire curled out into the atmosphere, and he knew then and there that the very building out there in the distance was the same building that exploded on television. The chaos was in his city.


    "What's going on?" He crept warily down the stairs, his heartbeat now beating right behind his ears like a drum, and his own breathing became ragged and laboured. "Dad!?!" He wandered into the office, where the computer screen was still on and he could make out an article concerning a cordyceps fungus. Tossed haphazardly aside was a newspaper article titled "Patient Infected with Unknown Disease Turns Savage." His shaking fingers reached for the newspaper article, but just then a lightbulb popped and the power went out, leaving him in the dark. Now he was terrified. He glanced at the glass doors that led out to the backyard, as now the moon was his only source of light. Just then he made out the figure of his neighbour running toward the house, and as he drew closer and closer, he could hear the sounds he made; he sounded like a crazed animal -- inhuman. "Randy?" 'Randy' came running manically toward the glass doors and Lucian realised then and there that he meant to break in.


    As "Randy" came closer and closer, Lucian grabbed a baseball bat and prepared for the worst. He steeled himself as his neighbour came bursting through the screen, the loud crash of shattered glass shocking Lucian just long enough to throw him out of his focus and then suddenly Randy was on him, snarling and growling, blood seeping from his mouth, and eyes rolled back in his skull. And Lucian felt hot, steaming blood on his face.


    Chapter I
    Lucian was a test-tube baby. His mother, an empowered CEO, was unable to produce children without risking her own life, so Lucian was created in a petri dish and later injected into a surrogate mother. Lucian is entirely biological to his parents, as it was his mother's eggs and his father's sperm that were used, but he developed in the body of a different woman... w.i.p



    » FEARS « answer
    » DISORDERS « Lucian has Schizophrenia, a mental disorder in which he hears and sees things that are not really there, and some of the things his mind can come up with are terrifying. He keeps this a secret from anyone and everyone and ventures off to the pharmacies in the midst of the nights to retrieve his medications without anyone noticing. He also has multi-personality disorder, but these episodes are extremely rare and only brought up in serious traumatising conditions.
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    » SIBLINGS « answer
    » SEXUALITY « answer
    » LOVE INTEREST « answer
    » PARTNER « answer
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « answer
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « answer
    » FACECLAIM « answer
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky

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    » FIRST NAME « "Octavia, don't ask me why."
    » MIDDLE NAME « "Harley. My parents were big fans of Harley Davidson bikes - as am I."
    » LAST NAME « "Griffin, it's an old English name."
    » NICKNAMES « "Nowadays I tend to go by Harley, though I also respond to Griffin. No one besides my brother actually knows my first name."


    » AGE « "Eighteen, why is there a problem?"
    » GENDER « "What, you think a girl isn't capable of being a Gunman? Would you like to see me prove you wrong?"
    » RANK « "As I stated before, I'm a Gunman."
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    » LOOKS « "You have eyes, don't you? Good. Use them." Harley has a slim figure, with broad shoulders and curved hips. Her shape would be described as something of athletic, which gives her an aura of both beauty and strength. Her deep, challenging eyes are a greenish blue with flecks of hazel around the irises. Often, she is told to have very cheeky lips, which add to the fieriness of her personality and attitude. Despite her feisty and almost foxy appearance, she is also described as gracefully pretty, with her dark blonde hair and delicate eyebrows she is both a powerful young woman, and an elegant one at the same time.
    » SKIN « "I suppose you're blind then?" *sighs* "light olive."
    » EYES « "Greenish blue, like my father's."
    » HAIR « "Long, dark blonde. That I get from my mother."
    » HEIGHT « "I don't think I've ever really measured, though I suppose around five foot seven."
    » WEIGHT « "One-thirty. Average for someone of my height."
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « "My ears are pierced, if that's what you mean. And I also have a tattoo on my wrist." ( click )
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    » TEAM « "I'm part of the Loners."
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « "If that's the kind of question you ask everyone you meet, I'm surprised you don't have a bullet in your head already." Harley definitely portrays herself as confident, but in all honesty, she is a little uncertain of herself and has doubts, even if they don't show.
    » LIFESTYLE « "Fantastic. My daily routine consists of blowing up heads and watching the people around me fall like flies. Moron." Harley lives off the simple things, and rarely gets attached to anyone or anything. Because she knows how times have changed, she is trying to manipulate her outlook on life in order to survive.
    » HOMETOWN « "I was born in a small district called Finchley in Northern London."
    » JOB « "I was working as a bartender before I moved to The United States. When I got here though, I worked part time as a waitress."
    » DREAMS « "Survive this bloody mess. And if I don't, then I hope at least for my younger brother."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « "Do you honestly believe anyone has the time to evaluate themselves nowadays?" Harley is a tough, fierce, daring, and very vengeful girl. Despite the apocalypse, she manages to keep her sense of humour, even though it's slightly shifted towards a darker edge. Because of how things have turned out, Harley puts up a barricade to purposely block out any possible relationship. She thinks that if she does let someone in, and she does start to care for them, then they're just one more thing she can have taken away from her. Aside from the barricade, Harley is the kind of teenager who likes mischief and pushing people's buttons. Her competitiveness allows for her to challenge others without hesitation, and often enough, this causes tension between her and whoever she's prodded. Overall, although Harley may not be the kindest of girls, she is always one to stand by her family and those she trusts.
    » HISTORY « "It doesn't matter any more, there's no going back."
    » FEARS « "If I told you, then they would just be more things you could use against me." Heights, death, fake people (i.e. mannequins, wax figures, etc).
    » DISORDERS « "I think everyone is a bit off now." [i]Minor anxiety.
    [hr]» PARENTS « "They're both dead." Delphinia Rose Griffin - mother - died when the apocalypse started, Marcus Alan Griffin - father - died in a car accident when she was twelve.
    » SIBLINGS « "Just my younger brother, Gus."
    » SEXUALITY « "I'll give you a little hint... I like someone who comes with baggage." Straight.
    » LOVE INTEREST « "Love? In this hell? That's funny." Will develop.
    » PARTNER « "I'm happily alone." Hopefully later on.
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « "No."
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « None at the moment.
    » FACECLAIM « Lauren Cohan.
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    Do I Wanna Know by: Arctic Monkeys
    Arabella by: Arctic Monkeys
    Knee Socks by: Arctic Monkeys
    Florescent Adolescent by: Arctic Monkeys
    One For The Road by: Arctic Monkeys
    Old Yellow Bricks by: Arctic Monkeys
    Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? by: Arctic Monkeys
    Snap Out Of It by: Arctic Monkeys
    R U Mine? by: Arctic Monkeys
    Crying Lightning by: Arctic Monkeys

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    » MIDDLE NAME « answer
    » LAST NAME « answer
    » NICKNAMES « answer


    » AGE « answer
    » GENDER « answer
    » RANK « answer
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    » SKIN « answer
    » EYES « answer
    » HAIR « answer
    » HEIGHT « answer
    » WEIGHT « answer
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « answer
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    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « answer
    » LIFESTYLE « answer
    » HOMETOWN « answer
    » JOB « answer
    » DREAMS « answer
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    » HISTORY « answer
    » FEARS « answer
    » DISORDERS « answer
    [hr]» PARENTS « answer
    » SIBLINGS « answer
    » SEXUALITY « answer
    » LOVE INTEREST « answer
    » PARTNER « answer
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « answer
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « answer
    » FACECLAIM « answer
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    Citrus ![hr][/fancypost]

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    » FIRST NAME « "Citrus."
    » MIDDLE NAME « "… Brinley.."
    » LAST NAME « "Clark. Why didn't you just ask for my full name instead of asking for them in a separate order…?"
    » NICKNAMES « "I used to be called Orange by my family back in New York. I guess nobody else has thought about calling me that."
    » AGE « "I think I'll be sixteen in October. Or fifteen. I don't know. Either way, I could be a legal driver-whether that's with a permit or license- in a matter of days… but, laws are gone…" She'll be fifteen.
    » GENDER « "I am a girl. A teenage girl, watch your back…"
    » RANK « "Second-in-command of the Loners. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I can't hold goals for myself… without school, I can't really get a job other than one that involves combat."
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    » LOOKS « Citrus has long blonde hair that his full of volume, yet looks like a mess in the morning when she wakes up. Her eyes are gray-blue, a stunning shade against her skin and eyelashes; which aren't very long, she says. She tries to keep herself physically appealing- having gone out and found a decent pair of tweezers and a handheld mirror to keep in her backpack. Her hair is usually tied up into a ponytail or braid; only let down during cold weather like during the winter and autumn nights. She's fit and healthy; since she endures so much combat during all of this. But, who doesn't? The girl has a nice wardrobe considering the circumstances, though has only a few pairs of clothes that she normally wears. Citrus keeps her nails short. Her breasts aren't very large compared to any other girl you might find that's her age, but she doesn't complain. Often wears combat boots, and is cleanly shaved. She also wears a dog chain necklace with her brother's name on it- Jay.
    » SKIN « "Pale olive, I guess..?"
    » EYES « "Last time I walked by a mirror, which was about two weeks ago, I believe they were blue."
    » HAIR « "Blonde. With dirty blonde highlights… if I could find hair dye somewhere-maybe sneak over to that store- I'd dye it brunette…"
    » HEIGHT « "Five-two, I think. At least, that's how tall I was six months ago… I might be taller now- at least, I hope so."
    » WEIGHT « "I, really, have no idea. But I'd probably weight more if I ate three meals a day." 128 lbs.
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « "I only have two piercings on my ears- and this really secret tattoo on my stomach. It says in some fancy writing, 'Refuse to Sink'. I got it a couple months ago.. figured it'd go nice with the way I live… I also have braces, if that counts…"
    [hr]


    » Team « "Loners. I wish I lived in some other group… but, I like my position…"
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « "Honestly, I respect myself as much as I can, but it's difficult when you kill people for the sake of 'surviving'. What the hell? They want to survive, too!… Anyway.. I do think I care for others to an extent; if it threatens my well being, then.. well.. tough shit. I survive so, one day, I can really see if this damned apocalypse ever comes to an end. Also, to make me family proud- even if they are no more than flesh-eating walkers now."
    » LIFESTYLE « "I live to impress. To survive. To commit to myself, and live up to what my family wanted for me- the best for myself."
    » HOMETOWN « "A suburb of New York. Still kinda in the city, I guess."
    » JOB « "... If I could find one, I'd take up on it. But, sadly, I don't have one, which gives me a couple hours of freetime every day."
    » DREAMS « "To simply live. Whether that's with others, one other person, a family, or... I don't know. I just want to live.. and see the end of the apocalypse.."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « Citrus puts herself before others if she doesn't love the ones she's around. It may go by unsaid, or she'll be open about it. Like, maybe there's only five guns and there's seven people- she'll stick one under her arm, and then hand the rest out, before turning away to basically tell the others to fend for themselves. She's opinionated, though it may not be verbally that she shows what she thinks. Citrus can refer to violence if she thinks her point isn't getting through; and doesn't do to well when she's embarrassed. Though she's an overall happy girl, she does turn into a-as she's been told before- 'selfish bastard'. She tries to care for others, as long as it doesn't risk her life. She's strong and stubborn, not wanting to try things that are different unless really put under pressure, or she feels that she needs a change to keep from going insane. Loves to love but also just lives to live. So, basically, if she has to hate someone or something, she will.
    » HISTORY « Citrus' family were attacked in their home in New York. A swarm of the walkers just came in and attacked her family, and group. Her brother's last living breath was used to tell her to keep strong. The rest of the groups' were used to agree- except for her mother and father's. Her father said that she had to leave right now, and her mother's was just a murmur as Citrus ran out the door. "Remember, little Orange Blossom, fend for yourself. Survive…" She'd turned around to look at her mother, already noticing that her group's breath was growing raspy. Turning into Walkers… "Refuse to sink."
    » FEARS « thanatophobia-fear of death
    claustrophobia-extreme or irrational fear of confined places.
    slight philophobia- fear of falling in love
    » DISORDERS « gets anxiety and stress sometimes
    [hr]» PARENTS « "… I miss them."
    » SIBLINGS « "…"
    » SEXUALITY « "Pansexual, why?"l
    » LOVE INTEREST « "… I don't have one?"
    » PARTNER « "What's that supposed to mean? Like, spouse or something? Sorry, don't have one of those either."
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « "HAH- no."
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « --fall in love
    --loose someone close
    --get a pet
    --become leader
    --maybe move to another group
    » FACECLAIM « Acacia Brinley Clark
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    Still Breathing - Mayday Parade
    Terrible Things - Mayday Parade
    may add more
    --if she ever falls a bit out of her normal self or is pushed to do something or ever realizes she's starting to care/love someone, my muse will probably bump up a bit.

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    RYDER ![hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]there comes a time when you realize[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]no one can be saved .[/fancypost]



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    » FIRST NAME « "Ryder, no, I don't horseback ride."
    » MIDDLE NAME « "... Cassiopeia. After the vain queen in Greek mythology, who boasted about her unrivaled beauty... My parents hadn't the slightest clue of the myth- just thought it pretty."
    » LAST NAME « "Stuart, an English name."
    » NICKNAMES « "Try creating a nickname from Ryder."


    » AGE « "I believe I'm 21... Possibly 22 now. Sad, isnt it? I've already lost it."
    » GENDER « "You won't get around too long if you keep at it."
    » RANK « "I'm the leader of Group B. May come in handy to remember my name."
    [hr]


    » LOOKS « One thing that stands out about Ryder is her eyes. Her orbs are a warm chocolate brown, almost seeming gold in precise lighting, framed by dark lashes. The quintessence of 'puppy dog eyes'. Her locks match her optics, being a dark brown with natural highlights, reaching to her bosom in slack waves. Her skin is a bit tanner than most in the colder seasons, but doesn't stand out. She has small dimples, with a clear complexion. Ryder stands roughly at 5'6, average height for her age. She has wide eyes, a curved nose, pouty lips, and a slightly long neck. She is slim, yet fit and nimble. Ryder is a bit curvy, yet nothing unnatural or attention drawing.
    » SKIN « Her skin is a creamy tan color, but growing paler as the season progresses. She has a clear complexion, though with slight dimples.
    » EYES « Ryder's eyes are a quintessence of 'puppy dog eyes', being a wide chocolate, framed by thick dark lashes.
    » HAIR « Her hair matches her optics, a deep brown with highlights. Her locks reach her bosom in slack curls.
    » HEIGHT « She is roughly 5'6; average height for a woman of her age.
    » WEIGHT « About 120lbs, being slim yet fit.
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « She had her ears pierced before, but never wears jewelry except a tiny chain around her neck. She also received a tattoo on her lower back, when she was underage, of a quote.
    [hr]


    » TEAM « Group B
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « Ryder, being very self-aware, knows herself well. She holds herself high, and her reputation. She believes herself as she is, though can often judge her actions a bit harshly under the amount of stress she is under.
    » LIFESTYLE « She used to live in a small house, earning her job as a pediatrician. She was fairly paid, and always used her money wisely, living alone in a small house on the country side. Now, Group B an herself, all reside on the more barren and country side of the area. They visit the storefront when needed, and keep to themselves- not wishing any more trouble. They all live on a large farm, sharing the large wooden house, with a small barn, and acres of cleared areas.
    » HOMETOWN « Ryder was born in southern Texas, in the rougher part of town. It sure explains her slight accent.
    » JOB « Before the world turned to sh*t, thanks dumb humanity, she worked as a pediatrician.
    » DREAMS « "Ah, to survive? It sounds typical, but I do wish to survive. And if I do pass away, I wish for the group to carry on strong."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY «
    VALIANT
    -- The most blunt trait about her, Ryder is extremely daring. Not the daring as in "whoa- look at me balance on a crocodile!" But the sophisticated and wise type. She will not make dumb decisions to risk a single member, unless absolutely necessary. The young woman craves the taste of adventure, savoring the burst of pride in overcoming a feat. Although at times it can seem risky, she makes sure the plan is stable and realistic, and always runs many plans throughout her mind in a mystery of seconds. Paired along with her courage, she is a swift thinker. Whenever she finds herself in a sticky situation, she manages to web her way along and out, the group close behind her lead. The woman does have fears of course, no one is possibly fearless. Yet when opposed with great terrors- she makes an effort to overcome them and stomp them out, always seeking improvement in herself.
    INTELLIGENT
    -- This trait is desperately needed in every leader, or noble. She could be described as either wise or intelligent, as she has faced many challenges and obstacles she has solved or beat. She is not one for dumb, risky decisions; instead, she focuses solely on the main issue, and addresses it to pair it with a reasonable counter. Not only in quick decisions, but with her words. She is an incredible public speaker, her words empowering and leaving you feeling like you can change the world. But also one on one talks with her are a wise choice. She always has advice to give, and can be alike a counselor in the eyes of some.
    CONSCIOUS
    --
    FAIR
    --
    OPINIONATED
    --
    STRICT
    --
    » HISTORY « "Oh great, let the waterworks begin."
    Growing up in the rough side of Texas was never easy. It sure wasn't the story where the little girl wore dresses and pigtails, and played Barbie while yelling at her brother for being a pestering creature. She lived with her father and her little brother, who suffered from a mental disability. He could not properly communicate, had a weak heart, and his gait was odd. He would often suffer from seizures when straining himself. He grew up and was bullied harshly, even kids began to pick on Ryder for her brother. She was very protective of him, and so when a group of kids were throwing rocks at him and shoving him, she lashed out. Ryder has now blocked out that memory, and cannot remember anything but her wild screams and punches. Her brother was fine, but a few bruises from the rocks, but the boys were hurt. Their parents found out and she was severely punished- even threats of going to juvie. She was homeschooled, and very sheltered. Her brother passed away at the age of 10, when she was 13. She was devastated. Ryder went through a period or severe depression, without a will to speak or eat.
    Skip along 10 years, and she's a pediatrician, helping mainly disabled kids. Well, before the disease began.
    » FEARS «
    Claustrophobia
    -- the fear of having no escape and being in closed or small spaces or rooms. It is typically classified as an anxiety disorder and often results in panic attack, and can be the result of many situations or stimuli, including elevators crowded to capacity, windowless rooms, and more. She has a large fear of being crushed to death, or simply trapped in a tiny area. She cannot stand being locked inside a small bathroom, and suffers a panic attack.


    Nyctophobia
    -- a phobia characterized by a fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain’s disfigured perception of what would, or could, happen when in a dark environment. Ryder cannot stand pitch blackness. No, she is not afraid of the night. But when there is not a single dim light source, and it is completely black, he heart speeds up and she feels vulnerable.
    » DISORDERS « None.
    [hr]» PARENTS « "I lived with my father before he recently passed of natural causes. My mother passed in labor- so I need suffered her loss."
    » SIBLINGS « "... Henry."
    » SEXUALITY « "I'd consider myself Heterosexual, though love isn't exactly a priority."
    » LOVE INTEREST « "Let me get this straight. You expect me to be all dreamy eyed over some hunk when the dead are literally bangin' at the door?"
    » PARTNER « "No, no."
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « "Honestly, this proves no use."
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « -- nothing major for the whole plot. But I would like to incorporate her fears into the rp, and she suffers a panic attack. Just a sketch, currently.
    » FACECLAIM « Kate Beckinsale
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    Eh, I'll add these in later.

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    #dustylooky

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    Larsen Jay Jones ![hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]If you're still breathing[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]Your'e the lucky one .[/fancypost]



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    » FIRST NAME « Larsen
    » MIDDLE NAME « Jay
    » LAST NAME « Jones
    » NICKNAMES « LJ, Laura, Jay


    » AGE « fifteen
    » GENDER « female
    » RANK « member
    [hr]


    » LOOKS « Larsen has dirty blonde hair that reaches her neck and brownish hazel green eyes.She is only 4'11 and she is pretty short for her age.She has a six pack and creamy type skin.She looks scrawny and weak for her age.
    » SKIN « creamy
    » EYES « hazel
    » HAIR « blonde
    » HEIGHT « 4'11
    » WEIGHT « 99 pounds
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « none
    [hr]


    » Team « Group B
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « "Ummmm...I don't know,I like myself...shouldn't everybody?"
    » LIFESTYLE « Larsen lived in a house with her mother and Brother.She just danced,did gymnastics and stole.She was having fun doing the stealing, she made sure she didn't go too far,anything shiny and pretty,she would steal.She stopped after a while but she did as a special day thing like when she was really happy or very bored.She sometimes even dragged Dalton into her thing.
    » HOMETOWN « Dublin,Ireland
    » JOB « none
    » DREAMS « "Uhh..to rule the world."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « Larsen is very quiet and goes with anything but she does point out something about it and what's crazy about it.If there isn't anything she just goes along with it and just smiles.She doesn't trust anyone but her brother and herself, of course.She is never a downer for anyone.
    » HISTORY « Larsen was born in Dublin, Ireland with one twin brother ,Dalton.She was a bit younger than Dalton and she didn't mind.She started doing things like dancing and doing gymnastics when she was two, she did it with Dalton of course.She was always slightly behind Dalton and she always hid behind him.She relied on him and he relied on her.The twins had a weird relationship that had a lot of fights and hugs along with silent treatments.Larsen was good at stealing,she was good thief,she didn't still to valuable things but she stole.
    » FEARS « Athazagoraphobia[fear of being forgotten]
    Coulrophobia[fear of clowns]

    » DISORDERS « none
    [hr]» PARENTS « dead
    » SIBLINGS « Dalton(twin)
    » SEXUALITY « Straight
    » LOVE INTEREST « none
    » PARTNER « N/A
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « none
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « none
    » FACECLAIM « camren Bicondova
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    click

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    #dustylooky





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    [font=bookman oldstyle]Dalton Jackson Jones ![hr][size=8][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]Underneath the Skin[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]There's a human .[/fancypost]



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    » FIRST NAME « Dalton
    » MIDDLE NAME « Jackson
    » LAST NAME « Jones
    » NICKNAMES « DJ


    » AGE « fifteen
    » GENDER « male
    » RANK « Member
    [hr]


    » LOOKS « Dalton looks nothing like his twin, he has dark brown eyes and brown hair, with freckles scattered around his face.He has one thing in common with his twin though, their six pack but besides that they are nothing alike at all.He is only 5'3,he is very short for his age.
    » SKIN « tanish
    » EYES « brown
    » HAIR « brown
    » HEIGHT « 5'3
    » WEIGHT « 123 pounds
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « none
    [hr]


    » Team « Group B
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « "well...I like myself,I respect myself..I think too much of myself but that's a good thing right?"
    » LIFESTYLE « Dalton lived in a house with his twin and his mother, he was always happy and like his sister he danced.He did a lot of things with his sister.Dalton was less serious and he is still not as serious as he could be but he is.He relied on his sister a lot and he still does nothing really changed for him,in personality wise though.Dalton has changed a lot though just not his personality.He is still happy as long as he is with his twin Larsen.
    » HOMETOWN « Dublin,Ireland
    » JOB « none
    » DREAMS « "umm I don't know."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « Dalton is super sweet and nice, he goes with anything without a argument.He is very social but he never really trust anyone but Larsen and only Larsen.He tries to be the happy one all the time but there's sometimes when he is the quiet one and the serious one but it barely ever happens.
    » HISTORY « same as Larsen
    » FEARS « Monophobia[fear of being alone]
    Coulrophobia[fear of clowns]
    » DISORDERS « none
    [hr]» PARENTS « dead
    » SIBLINGS « Larsen(Twin)
    » SEXUALITY « BI
    » LOVE INTEREST « "UMMM..."
    » PARTNER « "nope."
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « none
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « none
    » FACECLAIM « Cameron Boyce
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS « [color=gray]
    clickie

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    [align=center][font=arial][size=8][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0; height: 250px; width: 325px; overflow: auto;]reserve gunman of group b and leader of group a?







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    ❝ WEAR IT LIKE A BRUISE OR BLACK EYE ❞
    [font=georgia][size=8][color=white]
    You want apologies, girl, you might hold your breath
    before your breathing stops
    forever, forever
    the only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips
    I hope they taste of me
    forever, forever


    - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Fall Out Boy
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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8][color=white]fancy [c] Night_pelt



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: bold; font-size: 72px; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: -6px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Ariel Bloomer[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: 14px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 9px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]the child of chainsaws[/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=5px; border: dotted 5px black; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-transform: lowercase;][align=left][font=arial][size=18][color=black]&&IC
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    [font=arial][size=8][color=black]TEXT[/fancypost]    		 [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=5px; border: dotted 5px black; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-transform: lowercase;][align=left][font=arial][size=18][color=black]&&OOC
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    [font=arial][size=8][color=black]TEXT[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border: dotted 2px black; overflow: auto; width: 85px; height: 65px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=black][font=georgia]female
    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border: dotted 2px black; overflow: auto; width: 85px; height: 65px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=black][font=georgia]tough as nails
    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border: dotted 2px black; overflow: auto; width: 85px; height: 65px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=black][font=georgia]weapon of choice is a deer skull
    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border: dotted 2px black; overflow: auto; width: 85px; height: 65px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=black][font=georgia]roleplayed by Mikey
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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)la bokeh

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:1; color:default; font-family:nyala; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-2.5px; margin-bottom:-15px;]si tu pense que chui quelqu'un qui va vous laisser me sacré[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:1; color:black; font-family:nyala; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-2.5px; margin-top:-10px;]bien, t'est plus fou que j'imaginais.
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    Finished my first form.
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    Amelia Rose Lawrence ![hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]You always have a choice[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]You can either roll over and die, or keep on fighting. No matter what. .[/fancypost]



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    » FIRST « Amelia
    » MIDDLE « Rose
    » LAST « Lawrence
    » NICKNAMES « "Most call me Amy, rarely do I get called Rosy."


    » AGE « "Twenty, if you must know."
    » GENDER « "You might want to get your eyes check, dear."
    » RANK « Member
    [hr]


    » LOOKS « Amelia has long, dirty blonde hair that comes down about mid-back that she usually keeps up in a pony-tail. Her eyes are a mix of blue and green and resemble the calm ocean. She has a light tan and clear skin. She is a little above average in height and has a slim figure. She has lean muscles that are noticeable, but not so much to look masculine.
    » SKIN « She has lost her dark, beach induced tan as the months go by, but she still has a light tan that brings out the blue of her eyes.
    » EYES « A mixture of blue and green.
    » HAIR « Long, dirty-blonde, constantly wavy.
    » HEIGHT « 5'10
    » WEIGHT « 125
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « A tattoo on her shoulder blade and her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears earrings anymore.
    [hr]


    » Team « "Group B."
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « She knows that she is a straight-forward person. With all of the crap going on, who has time to beat around the bush? She is brutally honest and will tell you how she thinks of you. She is also compassionate to others even though it may not seem like it at times.
    » LIFESTYLE « Growing up she lived in a nice house and was able to afford the finest clothes. She was use to the pampered life style and when she moved out, her parents bought her a decent apartment. Now though, she has lost interest in all of her fancy items, even though she secretly desires to have them back, and only requires the necessities to get by.
    » HOMETOWN « "New York City."
    » JOB « "I worked at a coffee shop, and interned during the summer at my father's business."
    » DREAMS « "It use to be to travel the world, but now I just want to make it out alive."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « Amelia is a caring person, but some don't see it because of her brutal honesty. She is very protective and will fight for those she cares about. She tries to put on a brave front, so her brother doesn't worry, but when she is alone she tends to sink deeper in depression.
    » HISTORY « "Let's just go straight into then, huh?" She grew up on the wealthier part of New York, with her brother. Her parents were kind and always made time for them, but were often called to work. She had a small, but close, group of friends and life for her was pretty goof. When all hell broke loose, she was at home with her mother. Her father came in, but it wasn't truly her father. Soon, both of her parents were trying to attack her and she was forced to kill them. She still blames herself, but tries to hide it from her brother. Now she has a rigid demeanor and doesn't take anything for granted anymore.
    » FEARS « Phasmophobia- the fear of ghost. She is in constant fear of her parents coming back to haunt her. She often has nightmares of them, taunting her and callin her a murderer.


    Aquaphobia : fear of water. She isn't scared of the water as much as she fears drowning. She fears the idea of being able to see the surface, but unable to reach it in time to breathe.
    » DISORDERS « Insomnia: she rarely sleeps anymore thanks to the nightmares that plague her.
    Depression
    [hr]» PARENTS « Kaison Lynch Lawrence -Father
    Lydia Jane Lawrence-Mother
    » SIBLINGS « "Richard Samuel Lawrence, my older brother."
    » SEXUALITY « "Heterosexual."
    » LOVE INTEREST « "No one...yet."
    » PARTNER « "Don't have one."
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « "Just one, and it ended badly."
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS « -brother becoming seriously injured
    -relationships between groups become tense.
    » FACECLAIM « Blake Lively
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    Do I wanna Know-Artic Monkeys
    Take me to Church-Hozier
    Run- Snow Patrol

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    © dusty ♡
    #dustylooky




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    » FIRST NAME « Richard
    » MIDDLE NAME « Samuel
    » LAST NAME « Lawrence
    » NICKNAMES « "Jerks call me Rich, and I go by Sam."


    » AGE « "23."
    » GENDER « "Do you want a black eye?"
    » RANK « member
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    » LOOKS « He has dlight brown hair that comes down to his ears. He has greenish eyes and tan skin. He has a muscular build and if visibly strong. He has some scruff, but not enough to be called a full on beard.
    » SKIN « "Well, I'm not pale."
    » EYES « "They're green, I believe."
    » HAIR « "It's a light brown."
    » HEIGHT « 6'2
    » WEIGHT « 175lbs
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « None.
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    » Team « Group B.
    » OUTLOOK ON THEMSELF « He is a quiet and serious type. He likes to make sure he knows what going on and how to handle situations. He is very perceptive and would rather observe than be involved.
    » LIFESTYLE « He grew up like Amy, rich and stable, but his relationship with his father was strained. He felt pressured into becoming heir to the business and would often sneak out to get wasted at a party. When his parents died, he swore to remain sober and to protect Amelia in this time of crises. He rarely relies on anything anymore and will take what's given to him.
    » HOMETOWN « New York City.
    » JOB « "I worked at my father's business."
    » DREAMS « "To get Amelia and myself out of this mess in one piece."
    [hr]» PERSONALITY « He is the silent brooding type and will rarely crack a smile. He use to be a partyer, but know he is a serious person who plans out everything in advance. He is very protective and could be viewed as overbearing, but he does it for their safety.
    » HISTORY « Similar to Amelia's, but a little more twisted. He was more of a rebel child who got involved with alcohol and drugs. He was under pressure from his father and he sought relief. Amelia warned him against it, but he didn't listen. He was out getting drunk when his little sister was forced to kill their parent. he will never forgive himself for that. Now, he does everything in his power to insure her safety.
    » FEARS « He fears becoming a zombie. He would rather die than become one of them.
    » DISORDERS « "We've all become a little mad." Anxiety and Paranoia.
    [hr]» PARENTS « Same as Amelia. "I wish I was there..."
    » SIBLINGS « "Amelia, my little sister."
    » SEXUALITY « "Heterosexual."
    » LOVE INTEREST « "I haven't had the time."
    » PARTNER « "Nope."
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « "A couple of one night stands. I feel guilty about them now."
    [hr]» PLOT IDEAS «
    » FACECLAIM « Chance Crawford.
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS « [color=gray]
    Same as above.

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    [align=center][font=arial][size=8][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky

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    ❝ WEAR IT LIKE A BRUISE OR BLACK EYE ❞
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    You want apologies, girl, you might hold your breath
    before your breathing stops
    forever, forever
    the only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips
    I hope they taste of me
    forever, forever


    - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Fall Out Boy
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