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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 4:30 pm
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Anastasia ┃ Morgan
❝ To live life, you have to love it. ❞
Tell Me The Basics...
You can call me... Anastasia, Anya, or Ann/Anna
Count the candles... 19
Can't you tell?... I am a woman
Check the scale... 180 pounds
Grab the measuring tape... 5' 4''
Body type: She has an hour glass figure and is a bit chunky.
Skin Tone/Color: Pale, with hint of a tan. When in winter time, and wearing light colored clothes her tan sticks out. Or else she looks pale.
Hair color and Style Auburn strawberry blonde hair, hip long. She normally wears it in a pony tail.
Eye Color Green hazel eyes that can appear amber like depending on her mood
Weapon(s): Compound bow and arrows, couple of 16'' long daggers, and 6 pocket knives
See my mask?... Thorn The Lone Shewolf
Let's Dig A Little Deeper
I've been given a gift... Keen hearing and having a good sense with nature
Keep it coming... Good looking guys, music, baking, sweets, her pets, liquors depend on her mood, and horse back riding.
Keep it away... Drunk men/women, dumb/stupid people, and thunder storms
Here's A Little History Lesson Learn from the past... She came from an honest hard working family. Living with her Grandparents and Mother. She knew her Father until he was thrown in jail then her Mother split up with him, when she was six or so. Now she lives with her family in a small house at the edge of the town called Blackhill, as the schools mascot is a bear. She graduated at the age of 18, so for the last year she's been working in a diner and a super market.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 4:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:33 pm
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Austin ┃ -------[X]
❝ To live life, you got to own it...❞
Tell Me The Basics...
You can call me... Austin Count the candles... 18 Can't you tell?... I am a man! Check the scale... 150 pounds Grab the measuring tape... 5'8" Body type: Slim, but fit. Skin Tone/Color: Flat down pale. Hair color and Style Solid Black, untamed hair Eye Color Jet Black, brown in sunlight Weapon(s): Combat spear with interchange able heads (axe head, and hammer head), and Crossbow See my mask?... Kishune
Let's Dig A Little Deeper
I've been given a gift... of parkour, a mind of a thief, and semi-merciless attitude. Keep it coming... surviving...and that's it! Keep it away... Cops, gang members, anyone who can get in his way.
Here's A Little History Lesson Learn from the past... Austin was a street orphan, born and raised on the street. He survived by pickpocketing and steeling from general stores. He has necer been caught by the police cause of his daily practice in parkour. One day he was cause my the police when he shoplifted from a general store. He was brought in and thrown in to a cell alone as he waited for paperwork to be done. As he waited he noticed that some the people in the other cell were groaning and acting weird. He didn't pay it much mind but an officer did and went up to them and baged on the bars to make them stop. The prisoners stopped for a moment then suddenly chared to the officer and grabbed him through the bars and pulled him against the bars and started biting at him Austin was freaking out atching this happen infront of him. Other officers then came up and started shooting at the people in the cell. when the officer was dropped one officer checked him as he groaned and suddenly lunged at the other officer who checked on him and bit him hard.The officers then started sshooting at them till they stopped moving. Calls stared to flood in about attacks taking place all throughout the town. As the officers were busy with everything he stole the keys off one them to open the cell. without anyone noticing him, he ran and escaped the police station. He continued running for his life since then.
Rika┃-------[X]
❝ To live life, you got to run for it!❞
Tell Me The Basics...
You can call me... Rika Count the candles... 10 Can't you tell?... I am a Woman! Hehe Check the scale... 77 pounds Grab the measuring tape... 4'8" Body type: Slim...Flat chested...sadly T~T Skin Tone/Color: Pale, but a little tan on areas her lab coat doesn't cover. Hair color and Style Dark Brown, ponytail. Eye Color crystal blue Weapon(s): unspecified. See my mask?... Kishune
Let's Dig A Little Deeper
I've been given a gift... Above than average mind...and slightly perverted. hehehe! Keep it coming... Anime, sweets, perverted stuff, and science. Keep it away... Zombies, worshipers...anything around that.
Here's A Little History Lesson Learn from the past... Before the zombies, Rika was an advanced student with a GPA passing most college students in town. She was renowned young scientist as well. She made elaborate gadgets and can be useful, if in the right hands, and had extensive knowledge on other scientific subjects. She even has a photographic memory.
One day she was invited to be taken over seas to help with studying of a new virus, but wanted to stay in her home town, so they send her note on the study to review. One day she found something that worried her. She then scheduled to head to the research facility. But once she was at the airport, her fears came true. Zombies were created and were spreading like wild fire across the world. Rika been on the run and hide since then.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 6:22 pm
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July 24th, year 2015. Hot summer, a dry spell and no tornadoes. Humidity makes the summer feel ten to fifteen degrees hotter.
She looked at the sky in hope for rain, though none had came for a good two weeks. A neighbor had been killed by the outbreak but she managed to snag a couple of horses. Looking around she made sure the fence stayed put and kept the horses in the make shift lean in. Her family had a couple of water wells inside their fenced property. She gone inside of the house and looked at her family, grandparents and Mother played a game of bridge. "I'm gonna make a run into town, we need more food.", she said. As they had grew part of their food even before the attack happened.
She just got stiff series of nods from her family. In the laundry like mud room she grabbed her compound bow with a couple quivers of arrows. Her hair was in a braided bun as she wore camo pants with tan and dark brown cowgirl boots, her top was a tanktop under a long sleeve camo colored tie dye shirt. She put a bandanna on over her hair, which made her look older and a bit more boy-ish. As her eyebrows grew back to their thick state; due to lack of people whom would wax eyebrows, with out eating your flesh. She knew how to use guns, but still had yet to draw zombies out of the pawn shops and other stores that had guns with ammo. She grabbed a small backpack filled with some old fireworks and liquor bottles that were still capped, but had rags with them. Strapping a couple of daggers into her boots that stuck out, but had clasps on the hilts so they would not fly out during a run.
She pulled her keys out and jumped into the beat up yet loyal Honda, it purred as she started it up. The music was low as she had two crowbars in her passenger seat. The drive to town took a good twenty minutes. But any zombie she saw, she would stop the car and open the sun roof to put an arrow through their eye; though she did two to be safe. Finally she stopped in an open parking lot and seeing no one or any zombies around left the driver door unlocked. Getting out she had one crowbar in each hand with an empty satchel like bag on her shoulder. Her foot steps were light as she headed down a street and pulled a second bandanna over her mouth and nose. Streets for the town size were clear for the most part. Damage from the National Guard and such was seen in different parts of the town. The worst of it seemed to be gone, but she knew the worst was still yet to come.
Slowly she stopped walking and putting out a string of Black Cats, that was a good two feet long. Though she added a candle wick to it to make the burning to go a little longer. Inside her sports bra was a lighter she kept at nearly all times. She knew the ugly things were still here but so were people, yet where was 'here'? Going back to walking she felt her six pocket knives press into her skin lightly yet naturally. The car was two blocks away now and she stopped at an alley that had a fenced area she looked around then put the Black Cats up. It did not seem smart well she was alone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:23 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:39 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 8:42 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 2:23 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 7:53 pm
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 2:29 pm
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