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    The world started to get dark. The world turned sinister. People turned into the evil undead. The devil has created hell on Earth. This was no disease, it was a curse. An undead curse. The world was overrun with this plague. It destroyed the Earth and more than half of its good people., but there are still survivors out there. They go through torture everyday and for what? To stay alive.

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    RP:http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1369101.new#new


    Name:
    Age:
    Personality:
    History:
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    My form
    Name: June Twinkle
    Age: 17
    Personality: June is quite smart and has mysterious wisdom, far behind her age. She is generous honest. She enjoys writing and making and solving riddles. She is a girl of few words. Most people would mistake her for a smug, mean girl, but she is pretty much the opposite. She is sometimes critical. She has a habit of underreacting to things.
    History: She grew up with her dad, who was a movie director. She had a nice life, until her mother returned home when she was 11. Her mom was very abusive. Her mom was arrested once again three months after she came back. Her dad was struggling with money, until when she was 15, he released one of the most popular movies of that year. She and her dad were able to move into a big house. They lived there and June had straight As in every class.
    Looks:
    [img width=510 height=456]http://hdwallpaper.ws/images/2…sh-New-Hd-Wallpaper--.jpg[/img]

    The world started to get dark. The world turned sinister. People turned into the evil undead. The devil has created hell on Earth. This was no disease, it was a curse. An undead curse. The world was overrun with this plague. It destroyed the Earth and more than half of its good people., but there are still survivors out there. They go through torture everyday and for what? To stay alive.


    SIGNUP:http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…topic=1369087.msg57702085


    IC: June walked down the streets. They were strangely empty today. Usually they'd be swarming with undead. She kept on walking. She kept her weapons ready to fight.

    Viola charged up. She swung her guitar sending a flash of lightning at the cat. The tiger roared in pain."Shut UP," Viola said angrily."You're gonna give away my location!" She took one of the bladed edges of her guitar and stabbed the cat. It was over then.

    Viola decided she needed to keep moving. Her stomach growled and she thought about the dead tiger.'Ew, gross,' she thought as she imagined herself biting into the corpse of the tiger. She kept walking through the forest. She needed some food and water.

    Viola's pink hair flowed in the wind as she looked for shelter or something that would benefit her. She found a lake. She bent down and drunk from it. She sent a shock through the water and within seconds, fried fish floated up to the surface. She picked one up and bit into it. She finished within a minute and got up, now filled with new energy. She looked at the sky. 'I hope it storms soon,' she thought. She sighed.'Maybe another cell tower,' she thought worryingly.

    A group of people wake up in a mysterious town. There are strange things, scary things, ghostly things happening. They are in the Kingdom of Warbler, but the question is how and why are they here and how do they escape?


    Form :
    Name:
    Age:(15-25)
    Personality:
    History:
    Combat Style:
    Weapons:
    Powers:
    Looks:


    My form:
    Name: Viola Crest
    Age:(15-25) 18
    Personality: Viola is quite smart and has mysterious wisdom, far behind her age. She is generous and honest. She enjoys writing and making and solving riddles. She is a girl of few words. Most people would mistake her for a smug, mean girl, but she is pretty much the opposite. She is sometimes critical. She has a habit of under reacting to things.
    History: She grew up with her dad, who was a movie director. She had a nice life, until her mother returned home when she was 11. Her mom was very abusive. Her mom was arrested once again three months after she came back. Her dad was struggling with money, until when she was 15, he released one of the most popular movies of that year. She and her dad were able to move into a big house. They lived there and June had straight As in every class. She then moved onto college.
    Combat Style: She is more of a defensive and supportive fighter. She can also be a good offensive fighter when she needs to.
    Weapons: She has a shell pink European hand fan, which has bladed edges and she can throw it in a boomerang like motion. It also helps her harness her powers.
    Powers: She has the power to heal any disease, virus, infection, or even cancer or a cut or a huge gash. She can control plants and make them grow full sized in less than 6 seconds, she also can sing beautiful enchanted nursery rhymes to send people to sleep.
    Looks:[img width=510 height=456]http://hdwallpaper.ws/images/2…sh-New-Hd-Wallpaper--.jpg[/img]

    Viola woke up. She looked around she was in an alley. She got up. She walked out of the alley to find herself in a town square filled with strangely dressed people.'Where am I,' she thought and walked into the square."On the strangest day that none other can compare, why does a girl find herself in a square," she thought outloud. She looked down to see that she was also strangely dressed. She was wearing a red dress with gold trimming, like what woman wear in medieval movies. From her waist hung a shell pink hand fan.


    Sign up: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1379259

    Viola looked at the other two girls."My names Viola," she said, softly smiling, unphased by the surprising burst of flame. She looked at the hand fan."I quite like this, I might keep it," she said to herself."Mine at home is a royal blue, but this could work."