Posts by sehun.m4a

Here's the form. Make sure to get approved before you start.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Apperance: (description or picture, whichever you prefer)
What you were doing before the apocalypse started:
Family members: (if you don't have any, explain what happened to them)
What you're doing now:
Other:

**All of the characters will meet. It doesn't have to be right away and you don't have to have a "lasting relationship."

*The undead started walking a couple of weeks ago
*Electricity and running water have stopped working
*Food is scarce (hunting is your best option)
*The undead cannot see or smell but they can hear well
*A person bitten by one of the undead becomes one of them
*To kill one of the undead you must destroy the brain

1. No heated disagreements/arguments OOC
2. No Gary sue/Mary sue
3. No absurd powers (like mind reading, superhero strength, the ability to slow time, etc..)
4. DON'T KILL OTHER PEOPLE (but you can have a zombie or a group of zombies attack another person. However, if someone has been inactive for about a month without a valid excuse, you have permission to kill them)
5. Try to stay as literate as possible, so limit the use of "u" "i" "ur" and try to know the difference between your and you're ^^
6. Have fun above all else! Good luck!

Name: Cari Maves
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Long dark brown hair, blue-grey eyes, 5'6. Isn't really chubby, but isn't a toothpick either.
What you were doing before the apocalypse started: Going to school and getting decent grades.
Family members: Twelve year old sister named Susanna ((if anyone wants to kill her at any point, go ahead)). Both parents disappeared after the dead started to walk.
What you're doing now: Moving from house to house with Susanna, trying to stay alive and hopefully find some more survivors.
Other: Can come off as cold due to a troubling past. Can also be violent at times without realizing it.

I hug my sister tightly, trying to quiet her sobs. She cries almost every night.

We're lying in another stranger's bed. It's cold and unwelcoming, just like all the others. This is the tenth house we've been in now. We have to move every two to three days. We only go from house to house in search of food and supplies, so when we've cleaned out the place, we leave.

My sister sniffs and looks at me with her deep blue eyes. I know what's coming. She'll ask the question that's so hard to answer. "Where is Mom and Dad?"

Every time she asks this, my heart breaks a little. I don't want to lie to her, but if I tell her the truth, she'll shatter. So my reply is as it is every night, "I don't know."

I can see a tiny spark of hope in her eyes as she rolls over in the bed and falls to sleep. I was never the optimist though, and I'm still not. I know they're dead, but I don't know how my answer could give anyone hope.

I face the ceiling and close my eyes, drifting asleep to the moans of the undead.

OOC: All of you are approved~ Good luck trying not to get your face eaten off ^ ^

If you guys have any questions along the way, feel free to ask.

OOC: Both of you guys are approved! Thanks for signing up! ^ ^

My eyes slowly open and I sigh. We have to move again today. I groggily climb out of the bed and shake my sister awake. We need to check the whole house over to make sure we didn't miss anything.

I change into one of the few extra pairs of clothes that I have, slip my black combat boots on, grab my backpack and descend down the stairs with Susanna trailing close behind.

"I'll check the kitchen, living and dinning room. Can you check the other extra rooms on this floor?" I ask Susanna.

She nods and dashes off to what I believe is the laundry room.

I search the living room and dining room and find nothing. No surprise. I don't really like re-searching the houses, but it's necessary. I stride into the kitchen and the first cabinet that I open contains a can of peaches. I stare at it dumbfounded. How in the heck did we miss this?!?!??!?!?!?!

I sigh and put the peaches in my bag. My heart sinks when I see our dwindling supply of food. Maybe we could find a store? No. They've probably all been cleaned out. I guess I'll just figure things out as they go.

I search the rest of the kitchen and don't find anything else. "Susanna are you done?" I call out to her.

She comes running in with an abundance of excitement displayed on her face. "Look what I found!" Her hands in front of me hold a 9mm Glock, a wicked looking dagger and a pocket knife.

"Where did you find these?"

"There was a special space under the floorboard. I stepped on a spot on the floor and it made a really weird noise, so I investigated and found these. There are six boxes of bullets for the gun and another dagger in the space too. I didn't bring them out because I couldn't hold them all..."

"Well let's go get them then. But first of all, I need that gun."

Susanna pouts and reluctantly hands it over.

I'm familiar with this Glock. My mother used to let me shoot it so I would know how to defend myself. Although she never told me where she kept the gun at the house... I'm not really sure what her logic was with this. I check to see if it's loaded and it is. A smile creeps onto my face as I put the gun in the waistline of my jeans. "Okay, now I want you to show me to the special space you were talking about."

Susanna leads me into a room and shows me the space. It's small, but big enough to keep a few weapons and extra bullets, like the person who lived here did. I take the bullets and put them into my backpack then inspect the dagger. The blade is looks about seven inches long and insanely sharp. I slide the knife into the side of my combat boots and it fits perfectly, not poking or anything.

I turn to Susanna,"I want you to keep that dagger and pocket knife with you at all times, okay?"

Susanna nods a puts the pocket knife her pocket and the dagger in the waistline of her pants.

I turn around and head towards the door. I place my ear next to it and listen for any of them. Silence. I open the door slowly and inspect the area. None of them are around. Susanna and I walk out of the house.

We walked through the neighborhood as quietly as we could, looking for our next house. Everything seemed really quiet compared to the last couple of days. Maybe they have moved further into the city? Moved out towards the country?

I see a house we haven't been in yet and head towards it, staying on high alert and trying not to get too paranoid.

I approach the house and twist the doorknob. Unlocked. I open the door and hear a person's yelp and some movement.

I look at Susanna and she gets the message to stay outside. I pull out the dagger in my boot and grip it tightly. The less noise I make the better.

I take a few quiet steps in. I don't here any of the moans the things make, so I risk some words. "Hello? Is anyone here? We're not one of those things, I swear."

I stare at them in shock. We haven't seen anyone else since the things started to appear. Well unless they were being eaten. My heart races and fills with joy. We finally found someone else.

I slide the dagger back into my boot. "I swear."

Quest the Creature wrote:

//I know Wandernden quite well, so I know she won't mind if I turn you loose You're free to begin~//

OOC: Thanks Quest! I really appreciate it. I've had a lot of stuff going on. =.= And The Walking Dead, I freaking love your avatar XD

I heard some sound from outside and became puzzled. It sounded a little farther off, but the noise would definitely attract some of the things of they were lurking about.

I looked at the girl and, I'm assuming, her little sister and said, "I'm going to go check what's going on out there.... be right back." I looked at my sister, "Stay here."

I walked out of the house and towards where the sound was coming from. I walked a little ways down the street when I found them lurking around...... a rock? I just stood there staring at the things trying to figure what the heck must have happened.

I came to the conclusion that one of them must have kicked it or something. As I turned around to leave I tripped and fell, not making a lot of noise, but enough to make one of them turn their head around.

I took off and ran back toward the house as fast as I could.

OOC: And sorry I'm writing in first person...... I kinda suck at third.... I'm just going to write third person next time so I don't feel like an awkward turtle......

So um I'm up for anything? I tend to write in my free time, but I've never really participated in role-playing before? I hope you're okay with that /: (if you decide to role-play with me that is). I want to try role-playing because I feel like it will help me practice and develop my writing better. If you decide not to do this with me, that's completely fine!! I understand, since I'm inexperienced, that you might not want to role-play with me. And if you would want to see some of my writing to judge "what I can do"/my ability/however you want to put it, I can supply something for you as well.

real name: Jongin (stage name: Kai)
age: 21
gender: male
act/talent: teleporter (basically he crawls under the stage through tunnels and different passage ways and pops up through trap doors set in the stage and other areas of the venue with a cloud of smoke)
appearance:

costume:

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Name: Sam Oh
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Can come off as cold and cocky/moody at first, but once someone gets to know him, they discover that he is actually quite caring, sensitive, and fun. The reason he seems to be so abrasive is because he is shy and doesn't exactly have the best social skills.
Other: He can dance very well, yet few people know of this talent.

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Jayce twiddled with his pencil, haphazardly moving the thin wooden length up and down in-between his thin fingers. He had a few more minutes until the shrill late bell rang to signal the start of his biology class, but to him it could have been hours; the young man had always been too impatient for his own good. He released a drawn-out, overly dramatic sigh of exasperation and began tapping his pencil with irritation against the table.

Approximately thirty seconds later, two girls passed through the doorway of the classroom and claimed their seats together at the table they were assigned to, a table which sat two spaces forward and one space to the left of Jayce's. One of the girls, a milk chocolate brunette with tanned skin and pale hazel irises, glanced over at the young man with the hopes of being noticed residing in her eyes.

Jayce could suddenly feel a gaze heavily resting on him, and he almost let out a small, sickening laugh. He knew who this stare belonged to-- just another hopeless girl vying for his glorified attention. Jayce glided his head so he directly faced the young woman, and produced one of his infamous smirks as if it were second nature, which, at this point, it essentially was. Deeply flushed cheeks filled Jayce's vision, along with the hushed squeals and rapid, excited chattering that consumed his ears. He returned his gaze to the black table and rolled his eyes with a frown; all of these girls were so eager for attention and too easy to please.

He almost didn't notice her walk in. Almost. She delicately sat down in her chair at the wide table in front of him and tucked a section of dark raven hair behind her left ear. Here she was, Sarah, the only girl who had ever dared to reject him, sitting in front of him in a near mocking manner. Jayce still couldn't decide if this assigned seating arrangement was a blessing or a curse.

Everyday, Jayce is reminded of that afternoon-- the day he asked her to date him. He wanted to cringe every time he remembered how he was completely humiliated in front of his friends, and a sparse portion of the student population. No one, out of the countless girls he had asked beforehand, had ever even thought of denying him. Since that incident, Jayce had not been able to get Sarah out of his head. He wanted to figure this girl out-- needed to figure her out. He was one of the most popular, attractive-looking guys at their school; why had she said no?

(ooc: yeah I'm a pretty invested EXO fan myself (⌒ー⌒) )

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(Oh my gosh thank you so so much! ;A; I really love your writing style as well!!)

A small smile graced its way across Jayce's pale lips as he watched Sarah carefully finger through the pages of her sketchbook until finally deciding to settle her pencil on a black page. He constantly saw the girl drawing-- her hands gently leading the soft graphite, and occasionally ink, to caress against the white paper into a series of perfect lines. It was a treat to him whenever he managed to catch her cultivating a new sketch; he loved seeing her eyes dance restlessly as the orbs followed each pencil stroke, loved seeing her let loose these small, discontented sighs as she erased something that did not need to be fixed in the first place, loved seeing her tuck a dark piece of hair behind petite ears in order to free her vision, loved how when she was concentrating just hard enough, her tongue would protrude between full and rosy lips, and he especially loved the incredible, indescribable smile Sarah would finally release once the drawing was completed to her satisfaction.

Jayce longed so desperately to see some of her creations; he wanted to know what her thoughts held. The young man, as carefully as he could, peeked over Sarah's shoulder in hopes to see the progress of her most recent concept.

(Also, I am really sorry that this response is so late. /: Today turned out to be so busy and hectic that I didn't have a chance to even think about writing.)

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