Apocalyptic Paradise {RP/SIGNUPS} {OPEN}

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    Realm Of the Decidueye-



    IC:

    Darkened were the days of this world, pitied by greed and the infliction of harm to others. It seemed to be that we lost everything we valued: Kindness... Trust... Love... Without these things could we as Homo Sapiens be whole again. The anchor that held our race into place, it has been broken. We all must survive against our own self doubt, and against the damage inflicted by others. There is no safe place, there is no hidden utopia that will change our lives at all- Despite rumors spreading across our lands... We are monsters, no longer what we used to be.


    Carriers of plague roam the streets of my old city, conquering everything in their path. These ill-struck beings no longer show emotion, as they are dead inside. They can no longer register being hurt, and because of that, they have become the military's greatest eradication weapon. Unfortunately, the plans to lower the planets population backfired to say the least. Nothing is going well, and the military has created an apocalyptic event. Five years later and things are still looking grim. This is where I come in....


    Our base- A walled off military styled bunker- is secured from the infected. Days have past, and so far we have been doing fine. In the echoes of every night's silence, it is almost like you can hear the screams of the damned, trying to escape as the infected ones plaque them with illness. No one can survive the illness... First you start with light headaches, then by the end you cannot feel or register emotion anymore, leaving you to go insane. A single scratch will ruin your life, and you'll never be able to start anew...


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    ♚ makaio



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    Name: James Kallickulum

    Age: 36

    Gender: male

    Sexuality: straight

    Rank (Leader, deputy, medic, etc...): front line shooter, but when that's not needed, just whatever is needed

    Strengths: good at following instructions, he doesn't care if he sees blood, his own or someone else's, he's been forging metal since his high school years so he's got some muscles on him, he's pretty good at climbing

    Weaknesses: he gets attached to certain items, and really takes it hard when he loses those things, if he does get injured or something he tends to try to keep it a secret, even if it is serious, it doesn't matter if you're supposed to be his leader, he'll tell you when he things you're full of it, and may even disobey orders if he deems that it's a bad enough plan

    Likes: big booms and big guns, he's also into the finer things in life, like .45-70's when the .44 just won't do, he also likes being able to sit down and enjoy the night with a bunch of friends

    Dislikes: losing things, being away from home for long, and having to take medication

    Personality: he's rather nice man, if someone's having a hard time and needs to talk to someone, he'll make sure they know that they can talk to him, when he's alone, or thinks he's alone, he'll start grumbling to himself, probably because he's lost a little bit of himself at some point, or because he's depressed

    History: he went to school in a little town that taught things that kids might actually use in the future, like if you wanted to be in a band, there was a band class, if you wanted to forge metal, you could take an agricultural class, he took both band and the ag class, he played the double trigger trombone in band, and learned how to forge from the internet and from that class, than when everything hit the fan he lost his family and he started wondering the world, looking for meaning again, than he showed up on the doorstep here one day

    Other: he has depression, presumably from when his family died, although there were only a few bodies found so he still carries hope that the rest made it out like him, so that's one of the reasons he's still around