Name: Raven Fujioka
Age: 19
Looks:Profile Pic, Long Black Hair, Blue Eyes
Personality: Short-Tempered, Bad Attitude, Nice At Times
History: Watched Her Mother Get Beaten To Death, Father Committed Suicide and She Shot Her Sister At The Age Of 12
Weapons: Katana In Profile Pic,
Other: Nope xP
Accepted, as we go on maybe other could join us, or maybe you could get them, this is a jump in anyway!
My form:
Name: Sam Blaus
Age:14
Looks: 
Personality: Shy, a bit Push over, and is scared most of the time
History: After wandering from out of nowhere, he finally reached a sanctuary with no one in it, and only finds himself getting found and left to die over and over by others, only to spectacularly find himself again picked up by others.
Weapons: [img width=510 height=320]http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net…/S2-Shank-Screwdriver.jpg[/img] Its a Shank Screw Driver
Other: He's Blind.
Name:Chase
Age:14
Looks:
(If possible Photo please.)
Personality: Short tempered, and efficiently serious
History: killed everyone he knew claiming they were a liability
Weapons:silver dagger and barbed brass knuckles
(If possible photo please.)
Other: nop
I Did An Edit To My Form
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Name:
Okashi
Age:
14 1/2
Looks:
[img width=349 height=510]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs7…_kami_chan123-d5wt2yv.png[/img]
Personality:
Okashi is best described as a loner, Though she has talking skills, She's bold, She is flexible, smart. But She has her flaws. She cannot swim, She can be cold as ice, She acts Like she's fine but She is not.
History:
As an only child, Things got boring, Her parents focusing more on work. They were a decent family- A nice big house, nice things, Around the block was a Skatepark that she'd go to everyday. One day in gym, they went to the pool. Never learning to swim due to being alone most of her life, she nearly drowned. A lot of people made fun of her for that, and Soon the girl Murdered Three of her class mates, Though still sane in some way.
Weapons:
Scythe
Other:
Name: Frigus
Age: 25
Looks: about six feet tall. Size 12 combat boots. Black sweatpants. White t-shirt. Black hoodie. Green scarf. Somewhat tanned. Fairly muscular. A handsome face. Deep blue eyes. Black hair in a short crew cut. A goatee.
Personality: Sadist towards those he hates. Fairly friendly otherwise. Considers himself a gentleman.
History: Despite his friendly nature, everywhere he went he was often treated like garbage. Eventually, he snapped when his girlfriend was raped, and killed the one he deemed responsible (idiot had been bragging about it). He is only half mad.
Weapons: dual Ump.45's, a Famas, and a CheyTac Intervention sniper rifle.
[img width=510 height=382]http://cdn.instructables.com/F…DVK2I3H2MYILV7.MEDIUM.jpg[/img]
Other: likes pie.
(where we start? i am excited for this thread)
Raven sat on a roof to a barn. She sighed and was twirling her small dagger in between her fingers, listening to the groans.
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Raven heard the commotiom and stuck her dagger in her pocket. She jumped down, brushing off her skirt and walked inside the barn
Raven took her katana from its case and started stabbing them through the back of the head.
A couple of groaners fell to the ground, then the shot was actually heard.
Frigus didn't hesitate to chamber the next shot, and he did not hesitate to fire it: he knew it would hit it's mark.
He hired a couple more times, then strapped the rifle to his back, grabbed his Ump.45's, and set them both to semi.
He walked to the fight, and began firing accurately, never wasting a shot, each bullet sinking itself into a groaner's skull.