Posts by colonelscout312

Hello everyone!

Name: My name is William Johnson

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Personality: I am shy with new people, creative, like to act and write. I want to make movies when I grow up. I am a Christian and I am stubborn.

History: I was homeschooled and lived in grand rapids MI my entire life, till they died a couple weeks ago. Now I am enrolled in public school.

Crush: (Open)

Gf: None, I was never that good with girls

Sexual orientation: Um... Is it not obvious from what I just said? Straight

Other: I play the violin.

No, not really. Glad to meet you Radi.

Name: My name is Owen Rogers

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Personality: I am shy with new people, creative, like to act and write. I want to make movies when I grow up. I am a Christian and I am stubborn.

History: I was homeschooled my entire life until now.

Crush: (Open)

Gf: None, I was never that good with girls

Sexual orientation: Um... Is it not obvious from what I just said? Straight

Other: I play the violin.

Are people still able to join? If so, here is my form:

Name: Owen Rogers
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Looks{Real Pics}: (no available pics, I will try and get some up later)
5'11'', long brown hair, blue eyes, white skin, strong but skinny.
Personalty{No Find Outs, And 2 Full sentences}: Owen is shy around new people. He is a good guy, plays the violin, likes to act, write, and direct movies. He is a Christian.
Whats Your Rank?: poor class
What Room Are You In: room 1 for poor class
Best Friend: none
Don't Really Like: none
Turn Off's: Not sure
Turn on's: Pretty girls
Crush: None yet
Wanted To Mate With: N/A
Other: Bounces his leg sometimes

A taxi brought Owen to the manor.
"We're here" The driver said,waking Owen from his sleep.
"Thanks" Owen said, paying the driver his money. Owen walked in with his head down. His parents had just died and he was sent here by his uncle. So, this would be his first school, ever.

Owen looked around.
"This place is huge!" He said aloud, not quite sure where to go, or what to do.

(ooc) Can you put a link to it on this thread?

This is a call of duty themed rp, in which we are soldiers in the army of our choosing in world war 3.

Background: The Zerog have come, a threat. A group of people dedicated to taking over the world. They waited and built up they're forces, right under our noses. They have taken everywhere but the U.S., The UK, Canada, Russia, and Brazil. The countries that have been captured have formed rebellions, but the Zerog forces are strong. The countries who fight against them have unified into one government, the alliance.

Available ranks:

5 Star General ~ 1 Available
General ~ 2 Available
1st Sergeant ~ 3 Available
2nd Sergeant ~ 3 Available
Colonel ~ 3 Available
1st Lieutenant ~ 3 Available
2nd Lieutenant ~ 3 Available
Captain ~ 3 Available
Commander ~ 3 Available
Private ~ Unlimited Available, Jake

Form:

Name:
Rank:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:

My Form:
Name: Jake
Rank: Private
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: American
Appearance: 6'2", brown hair, Buzz cut, brown eyes, strong but agile

Thanks guys, and yes kermie, you can call me scout for short.

Name: Stormpaw
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
age: 17 moons
Looks: Cream pelt, white belly, blue eyes
Personality: Kind, brave, Generous, loves kits
Mate: none
Crush: none
Kits: wants
Turn On's: Loving words, physical touch, kind girls
Turn Off's: hateful words, people who think they're all that

Stormpaw walked around the camp. He was a new apprentice and wasn't sure what to do.

Stormpaw sat down, still not sure what to do. He looked around for a little while.

name: Bruce
gender: Male
age: 14
specialty: Very good shot
Looks:

Bruce looked through his whole house. His family was gone. Blood was everywhere. He grabbed his dad's 12gage shotgun, hunting rifle with a scope, and handgun. As well as ammo, food, and water. He also packed a camping tent. It was a miracle he had survived this long.

Bruce snuck around carefully. Looking for survivors. He saw a group of zombies trying to get into a house. From what little he knew about zombies they looked like walkers. He got his rifle ready and climbed on top of a building. He shot one in the head, than another, and quickly moved to another building. He continued this till most of the zombies were dead.

Bruce snuck down to the ground. He shot the 2 remaining walkers in the head with his shotgun. He burst open the door of the house.

He searched the house. Someone had been here already. He managed to find a broadcasting station that was still working. He sent out a call for help on the radio, hoping someone would hear.

"My name's Bruce, I'm fourteen years old and a survivor." He said scared.

"I'm at an old radio station, I'm not sure what the name is. "