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Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
By: bio.android Date: October 22, 2010, 9:08 pm
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Okay, so everyone knows the rules? No? Okay, fine, I'll post
them you whiney sons of Brandon's tits.
1. No Godmoding (controlling other's characters)
2. No invincible characters. Yes, every human in the group (and
possibly outside) is a carrier, and therefore cannot be turned.
However, after being eaten and set on fire, they'd better
fucking die.
3. Made-up characters ARE allowed, but don't make
4,021,700,782,001,892,325,782,009,090,077,777,673,918,430,015 of
them, please. (Have two or less)
4. If you have a made-up, please TRY to play an existing
character. This makes things easier and more organized.
5. Romance, violence, sex, bloody murder, guts, organs, all of
it is allowed. Just no random rape and random killing of someone
else's characters, please.
6. Don't get into random fights, call names, etc. It's annoying
and unneeded.
7. The zombies in here will not include the Special Infected.
Just imagine your run-of-the-mill Solanum zombie but with the
ability to run and jump. This is to make it more realistic.
8. Please, try not to do profiles. I prefer intros, and please
try to make it at least three paragraphs long. It doesn't have
to be a scene from the roleplay at all, just make it describe
your character. A good intro is about 4-5+ paragraphs, but I'll
accept three if you're used to profiles.
9. Please, just have fun. That is the point of writing, eh?
Okay, so here's the character list:
Coach-
Ellis- Micah Laine
Rochelle-
Nick-
Bill- bio.android
Francis- Elyon Feyette
Zoey- bio.android
Louis-
Made-ups:
Rainbow (bio.android)
~.~
So, here's my charrie's intro:
Rainbow stood in the center of the street, staring down at the
dead body of a man. He was, however, not a man the last time he
took a breath, the last time he stood and walked. He was a
zombie, a member of the undead. Though it seemed like it, this
was not a fantasy story for the critically paranoid. This was
Rainbow's new life. Her dark red hair blew in the wind, the
black bottom layer going unstirred. She stared into the wind,
blinked slowly. She opened her marvelously-colored eyes, one
bright aqua blue and the other a glowing emerald green. Her
splendid eyes were filled with thought and grief, not normal
emotions for her optimistic state of mind. Her white retriever
dog, Everest, nicknamed Evvie, seemed to sense this. He nudged
her, whining softly.
Though it had seemed only a joke, a silly quirk to her
behavior, Rain was now glad she had read the Zombie Survival
Guide published years before the attack. This virus differed a
bit from what the book had stated, but the information was
nonetheless helpful in teaching her to survive. Being an
aspiring author, filling in the parts the guide left out was not
a problem for Rain. In the Z Day invasion, the writer, creative,
shut-in types seemed to be the best fit to survive due to their
intellect and improvisation skills.
The only two downsides to Rainbow's survival were her addiction
to coffee and her vegan lifestyle. She was still able to get her
coffee fix on occasion, and she carried dairy-free creamer with
her so the reunion with caffeine wouldn't be so bittersweet. Her
vegan diet now consisted of mainly granola and water, sometimes
fruit or veggies if she could find them fresh. The cuisine of
the post-apocalyptic zombie paradise wasn't choice, but it was
enough to sustain life. Sure, Rain had dropped a few pounds, but
she wasn't yet deathly thin. Evvie was fairing better, eating
scraps of food wherever it was available
Her stomach growled, she was hungry. Feeling her middle, she
grew concerned when she felt a couple ribs with only a minor bit
of pressure. She needed to find a safe place for her and her
companion to recharge for the next fight and to eat. Luckily,
the street was devoid of any undead, making it easy for the two
to make their way to shelter. They took cover in what looked
like a broken-down book store with small windows. Rain blocked
up the entrance, and since there was only one with no emergency
escape door it was easy. The windows in front were either too
small for anything to slip through or boarded up.
Evvie was resting on an old shelf, panting and digging his nose
into his paws. Rain smiled at him, took out a packet of granola
clusters from her light blue bag. The bag had a sketched-looking
rainbow design on the back. Rain pulled another item out, a
brown sack full of doggie treats shaped like bones. From it, she
pulled two treats and set them in front of Everest. She pulled a
nearby chair to the front of the shelf Evvie had planted himself
upon. Scarfing down the first treat and savoring the second,
Evvie whined quietly in hunger. Rain was sympathetic, but
couldn't feed him much more until they raided another grocery
store. In guilt, she pulled another bone-treat from the sack
before putting it away and gave it to Everest. He seemed to
almost feel guilty, but gobbled it anyway.
Taking three granola clusters out of the bag, Rain put the
container away and began to eat her meager rations. Though it
was more than she had on some days, the taste of food in Rain's
mouth almost made her more hungry than she had been previously,
but the nutrients in her system would sustain her for at least
the rest of the day. Brushing the crumbs from her white shirt,
off of the rainbow-colored chibi-bot's head, she stood and
stretched.
“Evvie, it's about time we head out to find a permanent
shelter... Or at least a place to stay for the night,” she said
in her light English accent and headed for the door.
~*~
OoC; Now, just post up your intros and I'll start at the first
scene.
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Re: Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
By: Jā Date: October 27, 2010, 10:03 am
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Damian really hated the world he was thrown into. It was shitty,
and even though it was worse off in the non-infected land, he at
least didn’t have to run for his life every chance from
flesh-eating zombies. It really made him angry. But alas, he
wouldn’t be able to awake from this nightmare called “Reality”.
Damian was a 6’2” tall French-born, Kansas boy that had grown up
in the Missouri-side of Kansas City. He had chin-long, platinum
blonde bangs with black koon-stripes in his bangs, and his
sideburns which covered his ears ever so slightly—which were
gauged to 4, and a blue, double-spiked loop. He was wearing a
skintight black t-shirt with the remnants of a rainbow and the
words underneath it reading: “EAT MY RAINBOW”. His pants were
white skinny jeans that were worn and there were holes in both
knees and the upper part of his left thigh. His shoes were
merely, simple, green slip-ons that had worn soles, and a hole
or two were worn into them.
Right now, he was leaning against an abandoned apartment complex
door, his bangs waving slightly from a random breeze, which
revealed his covered eye. If anyone were to meet him for the
first time, they would notice and/or comment on his eyes first.
His left one was a pale, milky green and the other was a bright,
sapphire blue. His lightly tanned skin glowed from the
overhanging shine of a streetlight, and his eyes glimmering as
well as he stared at the flickering light.
On the ground beside him was a large, red Adidas duffle bag
filled with all kinds of “absolutely necessary” supplies, and
had an Automatic Shotgun, and fireman’s axe laying, crossed on
it. He stared down at it, and then back up to the dreary sky; a
Livewire Mountain Dew in his right hand. Lifting it to his lips
and then emptying the rest of its contents into his mouth, and
then threw the plastic container to the side, it clattering to
the ground. Bending down, he grabbed he strap of the bag, put it
over his hand onto his shoulder, grabbed the axe—which also had
a strap—put that around his head onto his other shoulder, and
then picked up the shotgun, and cocked it., removing all the
useless shells, and then quickly reloading it, cocking it once
more.
Now… Off to find that goddamn airport.
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Re: Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
By: Elyon Feyette Date: October 28, 2010, 3:12 pm
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Lurking in the shadows Aralyn swiftly ran along the streets. The
moans of zombies closing in on her. She had to find shelter
soon, or face them with her machettes and hand guns. She may be
a self trained assassin, but she wore out after a few hundred
zombies. But how many coud be following her?
"No matter..." She said to herself, "If those bastards come near
me, they know what they have coming."
She kept her pace jumping over objects in her way, climbing and
thrusting herself over buildings. Hopping from one building to
another. She knew there was a chance of her survival if she kept
moving from the horde. She jumped down a fire escape on a old
building, there must have been people alive in there once. For
when she glanced in the darkened windows she saw empty food
boxes and wrappers scattered on the floor. Blankets off in the
corner in a messy pile, and writing on the walls. She figured it
was either obituaries of lost friends or relatives, or the
writers last thoughts and moments.
She ran down more stairs on the fire escape but suddenly she
stopped. Noticeably but briefly she saw something walk in the
hallway to a different room, and Aralyn's gut told her to
investigate. She pried open the window as quietly as she could,
and went in. She pulled out her gun and walked down the hallway
ready to shoot at whatever came by.
"Who's there?" She called in a monotone, "Say something if you
are alive..."
She continued from the hallway into a old kitchen scanning the
room with her gun infront of her vision.
"Hello?" She called a bit louder, but not loud enough to attract
any zombies from outside.
A can rolled across the room and Aralyn made her way to it. She
looked at it then looked where it came from. A storage closet,
and to make it worse it was dark. She turned on the small
flashlight she taped to her gun and pointed it into the closet.
"I know you are in there. Come out or I come in and shoot..."
A moment of silence nothing more than the breathing Aralyn
emitted from her half open lips. She heard another clang, and
out came a dog. She lowered her weapon to the pup and reached
down to gently touch its head.
"Hey little fella..." She cooed to it, "Where'd you come from?"
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