Presumed Dead {OOC; Horror, Survival, Zombie RP}

☢The Main Roleplay Thread☢


{"Read a story of a family who will never be in the RP at all... Or will they?"}

Spoiler: The Normal, Grisly Wednesday

September 7, 2016

It was a normal Wednesday morning for the Scott household.

Fifteen year old Addison hogged the only bathroom in the hall, painting her face to look like a doll while ten year old Jacob did the potty dance outside. He banged on the door a few times, only to have the reply “Go away, Jacob!” Seven year old Annie had been sent back to her room the third time to change into something normal for school; rainbow stockings, bright blue cowboy boots, purple shorts with a black tutu, a green tank top over a white turtleneck with orange mittens with a cat’s face on them did not fly with mom. Four year old Bobby was helping himself to a serving of cat food on the floor, and eighteen month old Annemarie was busy flinging oatmeal across the room from her high chair.

Mrs. Scott, or Janet, was putting out the fires left and right. She made Addison get out, and Jacob was able to make it on time, Annie settled with a plaid skirt, a black button up blouse with white knee highs and black loafers (something mom picked out the night before), Bobby was escorted to the table to help himself to pancakes instead, and blue berries was replaced by the oatmeal, which Annemarie devoured right away.

Mr. Scott, or Dean, was sitting at the table with his two youngest children, reading the paper and drinking orange juice. He was oblivious to the chaos, which was fine for Janet. Dean worked odd shifts after all and hardly had the time to relax. The TV blared in the background of the noise of the morning, which was the daily report.
The news lady talked in a serious tone. “There has been a report of a strange illness floating around the United States. It seems to start off as a flu with a fever, nausea, and some cramping, irritability, lethargic, and then the symptoms become increasingly worse over time-”

Dean looked up from his paper, staring at the TV screen before him. A few of his co-workers went home with flus yesterday.

“-vomiting, shaking,glassy eye look, and even some patients claim they see hallucinations. Some even show violent behavior. And this all happens within a 24 hour period-”

Jacob and Annie stormed into the kitchen, fighting over a seat by their Dad. Dean hushed them, raising his hand up to tell them to be quiet. The kids gave each other a raised eyebrow, shrugged, and then Jacob shoved Annie on the floor.

“Ow! JACOB!”

“Shh, quiet!” Dean seethed, giving a cold glance at his children before looking at the screen
Janet raised an eyebrow as she dried her hands with a dishcloth, standing behind the table. Usually she did not pay attention to the news, but she never seen her husband react this way in a while. Annie sulked and moved to another chair, sitting down with a huff and folding her arms over her chest.

“-a couple of medical staff has been attacked by these patients, biting them and scratching them on faces and arms. It seems those that come in contact with the infected become sick in under a couple of hours. Again, normally behaved people are acting like cannibals with this odd flu floating around-”

“Ugh, Jacob, you put a stink bomb in the bathroom again-”

Addison was hushed immediately. She raised her eyebrows and folded her arms over her chest, glancing at the TV screen.

“It is advised that if you are experiencing a flu, please do not take it lightly. Please go to the doctor immediately for an evaluation of your health. It is unsure if this is linked to Ebola, the Bird Flu,the Mad Cow Disease, or the Swine Flu, but we will keep you posted.”

“Sounds serious,” Janet stated in a low voice, clearing out the breakfast dishes.

“Do you think the people that got sick turned into zombies?” Jacob asked with wonderment.

“Ew.” Addison made a face as she grabbed a piece of toast and nibbled at the corner of it.

“I’m serious! The news lady says that the sick people bit the doctors and act all weird.” Jacob stretched out his arms and kinked his neck to the side, moaning as if he was the walking dead.

“Stop it, Jacob, you’re scaring me,” Annie said, hunching in her chair.

“Alright, finish with your breakfasts,” Dean said, finishing off his cup of orange juice. “We’re heading out shortly.”

Janet’s attention was turned to the window. It was strange, but she swore she could hear screaming. She walked towards it, and saw people running down the street. Raising an eyebrow, she looked down the street and listened intently. There were no gunshots, or smoke… People were panicking, running out of their homes. “Honey…”

Dean looked up, seeing Janet staring out the window. His eyebrow creased in worry. “What is it?” he asked, sensing something was wrong.

Janet shook her head. “I’m not sure…” she fiddled with her tiny golden cross around her neck. Her motherly instincts were kicked into gear, but she didn’t understand why.

He stood up and joined her by her side. He saw neighbors leave their homes, rushing to put bags in their cars or just taking off down the street. Dean laid a hand on Janet’s shoulder, and then left the kitchen. He went through the front door, out to his lawn, and then stopped. Down the street was a sea of people, walking in an odd way. He watched as some went to the houses, and ran into windows or doors, pressing their hands on them and clawing down as if they had forgotten how to use the door.

He could smell decay in the air, and he felt a lump in his throat. One neighbor hobbled to their front door, only to be swarmed at once by the strange group of people. He heard her screams rip through the air as hands dug and tore at her body.

Dean almost froze in place, watching this horrible scene before him. He couldn’t believe it. It was as if the world stood still. Was this just a practical joke? It had to be.

Suddenly, he came back to when he saw the swarm was coming closer. He had to move, fast. He bolted in the door, going for the toddler in the high chair. “We need to go, now!”

{"For those who hate reading."}
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If you couldn’t guess, this is a zombie apocalypse, survival RP.

There will be death. There will be hardships. There will be carnage.

Are you up for the challenge?

So a strange illness has broken out in a general area of the United States. We’re staring at the point where things had gotten crazy, and everyone is reeling from having their lives turned upside down so suddenly.

Points to keep in mind:

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  • There is no electricity
  • No radio
  • There are generators and gas
  • Some cars may work, some may not, some may have zombies in them
  • Have to be creative
  • The government fell into anarchy
  • Every man for himself
  • So far everyone knows that zombies are around
  • If zombies bite or scratch you, prepare to turn into mindless zombie
  • Zombies travel in hordes or trickles of individuals
  • Weapons can break, guns run out of ammo
  • Survive or Die
  • Find others you can trust, stick together
  • This is a laid back RP, yet you must use your head

We are going to start out in a general location, and it is this; Wooded Area just on the outskirts of a city. Some cabins are lying around, farm houses, junk yards, mobile homes, abandoned cars, etc. Zombies are sparse for now, but they are around. No one is safe. The further you get in the city, the more zombies and hooligans you will find. It’s better to stay away from there, despite the abundant supplies around.

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1. Don’t talk about the fight club (jk)​
2. Godmodding forbidden; controlling other characters not as your own through posts without the creator’s permission [this includes murder/untimely deaths], complete immortality [zombies die too man], being One Punch Man [meaning obliterating people/things in one hit out of the blue. Build up to it] ​
3. Give people heads up about timeskips [can’t have some be walking around in daylight while others are still in nighttime going “Uh… why you all awake ? Daylight…. Yo…? What happened, when? “]​
4. Be respectful of other survivalists/creators​
5. Expect death and carnage​
6. With that, keep that PG-13 as possible [KHVs Rules and all]​
7. Take super mature scenes elsewhere [Hot romance/Sweeney Todd scenes. I don’t want to be your mother and monitor your behavior… Or make sure you put stuff in spoiler tags and warn people… Just… yeah. Elsewhere. Please.]​
8. One character to start off with. [Perchance if they die, you are free to make a new one if you wish. If this becomes a successful RP, I might allow more characters to be made. But to not add confusion, restrain thyself to one character… for now. ]​
9. FEEL FREE TO SPAWN ZOMBIES! MAKA CAN NO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT ALL TIME. ZOMBIES CAN POP OUT OF SNOW LIKE DAISIES. PLEASE, FEEL FREE. [just give your characters breaks here and there, darling.]​
10. ^Above rule stated, if you have a new zombie in mind to add, something the characters have never experienced before, please come to me first and tell me about it. I dun want people being mad at someone else for coming up with something… not everyone is a fan of. This is mostly to protect you. ​
11. Questions? Ask me. Concerns? Tell me. Comments? Say them. Communication is key in an RP. If you are not happy with something, or have a new idea to try, let me or the group chat try to work with you. ​
12. Rules will be added if problems continue to occur. This is to ensure quality of this RP. It’s laid back, and I want it to be fun, but I will put my foot down if necessary. ​
13. Weapons break, guns run out of ammo, ya gonna be hungry sometimes. In other words, it’s gonna be one of those realistic type RPs​
14. INACTIVITY FOR TWO WEEKS WILL RESULT IN INSTANT ZOMBIFICATION (aka, death and deletion of your character). Feel free to make another character if you want to join again later, otherwise, please communicate with me if something is going on in your life and you can’t be active. Inactive RPers hold up everyone, and kill RPs slowly. No thank you​

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Code:

Name:
Nickname: [optional]
Photo ID: [Appearance]
Age:
Personality:
Brief Bio:
Occupation?:
Special Skills: [4-6; Think survivor, fighting, medical, or creative skills that would be helpful]
Weapons of Choice: (3)
Theme Song: [Optional]
Other Tidbits:

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• Maka Albarn
• Aelin FireHeart
• Glen
• Captian Arch
• Hexin

• 
  Name: Kytheria Z. Farrow
  Nickname: Kat, Kye, K.Z. [a play on Casey]
  Photo ID: doop
  Age: Twenty-one
  Personality: Observant, sarcastic, tends to get serious quite often, cautious of others until she knows them better, loyal and protective once trust has been established with those she comes in contact with, generally alert of her surroundings. Often keeps to herself and only involves herself when she's needed. If you get on her bad side, she tends to hold a grudge for quite some time.
  Brief Bio: It had been survival from day to day for Kytheria since she could remember. If she wasn't dealing with issues at home, she was dealing with them at school or places she worked when she turned sixteen. She found solace in writing books under a pen-name; namely romance, horror, or fictional books. With that hobby, she often found herself wanting to get away from society for a while and disappear in the woods for a weekend. It was there she learned skills to survive, like making a fire and setting up camp, and often included her experiences in her notebooks. She was away on one of her camping trips when the flu epidemic began.
  Occupation: Secret Creative Writer and Intermediate Survivalist
  Special Skills: Able to get a fire started with flint and steel, can build a shelter from things off the land if needed, can identify edible and medicinal plants to eat/use, has some archery/crossbow skills (her parents forced her to try a sport, she chose archery), always researches/question/plans everything and writes it down in notebooks, able to handle gore normally (hunting/gutting small game experience), thinks quick under stressful situations, light on her feet.
  Weapons of Choice:
  Carbon Express® X-Force® Advantex™ Crossbow, Machete, hunting knife
  Theme Song: Light Em' Up
  Other Tidbits: She has a hiker's backpack on her now
  
• 
  Name: Dante King
  Nickname: Mr. Awesome (But no one calls him that)
  Photo ID: This
  Age: 27
  Personality: Dante is full of himself and believes that he is the best at everything. He loves to show off and flirt with anything in a skirt. He is a very touchy sort of guy, as in he is always hugging you or hitting you or something like that. He also thinks every insult is just a light hearted joke.
  Brief Bio: Dante was a lackey child, his parents, rarely home. Without anyone around he found himself getting bored and trying to create new things for himself. His family never had much money so he never got too many toys. This lead to him recreating his toys and making them into something different. He wasn't good at this, but he liked to think he was. So as he grew older he made a career out of this. He managed to sell just enough of his inventions to move out, but then it went downhill and he wasn't able to sell as many. Barely able to afford his small apartment he started a job as a pizza delivery person on the side, it was a few months after that, when the sickness began to spread.
  Occupation?:Inventor (Failed), and Pizza delivery man
  Special Skills: Can make something sort of useful out of nothing. He is good at scavenging for things and seeing the use in items. He knows how to take a part most things and find useful little pieces out of them. He is good with tools of all sorts. And he might have had a few rough years in which he learned to pick locks
  Weapons of Choice: A horseshoe on a wire (kinda like a mace type thing), The panago pizza car topper sign, a sling mini catapult type thing that lights a match and sets a mickey on fire to toss it (Works about half the time, the other half it falls at his feet and he is running from a fire
  Theme Song: Here you go
  Other Tidbits: N/A
  
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  Name: Nasir
  Nickname: A Guy ("I know a guy who can hook you up")
  Photo ID: [Appearance]
  Age: 26
  Personality: Bit of an a*****e, very rude and bossy. Doesn't like loss of control, and if he doesn't get his way he will resort to whatever means necessary to get it, unless it directly endangers him.
  Brief Bio: Nasir is a drug dealer, relatively well known to many of the users in the city. Before the mysterious illness struck, he quite often visited the shadier areas of the town, selling his supplies for an excessive amount of money. Once the sickness hit, however, he found his clients no longer wanted to meet out in the open. Many people were afraid to go outside, so he had to start visiting them. It was a pain in the ass for him and he hated it, but so long as he was making money there wasn't a damn thing Nasir wouldn't do.
  Occupation: Uh...."medicinal supplier"
  Special Skills:
  -Has basic self defence training due to his dangerous occupation
  -Knows some very shady people in the city, and as such has the potential to acquire some of the not-so-legal things that can be hard to come by otherwise
  -Knows how to hot-wire a car
  -Knows basic first aid
  Weapons of Choice:
  -Dagger
  -A revolver, with exactly six shots.
  -Knowledge of every curse word known to mankind.
  Theme Song: WIP right now.
  Other Tidbits: God damn this guy was very, very nearly Tobias instead. This seemed more fun.
  
• 
  Name: Gareth Cartwright
  Nickname: Hates nicknames.
  Photo ID: Here
  Age: 29
  Personality: Distant and prefers silence to talking. Gareth is indifferent to the concerns of others and does his best to keep out of anyone's business and keep others out of his. Despite this, he will always be the first to jump in when he sees someone in harm's way.
  Brief Bio: Gareth has had more than his fair share of "life experience" for a man of his age. He had a brief stint in the military where he received an honorable discharge. When he returned home he took the odd job here or there until tragedy struck his family. Gareth left his hometown and moved from place to place, never wanting to look back but always seeking for the peace of mind he once held.
  Occupation: In between jobs at the moment.
  Special Skills: An excellent tracker and marskman. Gareth is very physically capable person in terms of strength and stamina.
  Weapons of Choice: Hatchet, 4-Round Bolt-Action Hunting Rifle
  Theme Song: Presence
  Other Tidbits: Call him Gary and you will be punched.
  
• 
  Name: Lionel RIPP
  Nickname: RIP
  Photo ID:
  Age: 39
  Personality: (Forgive my lack of words) Relaxed, talkative, but somewhat tight-lipped when he doesn't feel/find the need to speak. A little hyper-active on the inside with a tint of ape-**** crazy. He's well-rounded as a typical good guy, but he'll do what he needs to do to survive... Only becomes explosive in personality when pushed over the edge. (Gotta do what you gotta do right?) Has keen insight, and can learn things quickly. (Kind of have to now unless you're just that lucky)
  
  Brief Bio: In his younger days he was just a typical Caucasian man trying to make a living with what little fortune he has. Often times he'd find himself at bars with co-workers after a job, and often times he'd find himself with bruised face outside of said bar. E.R. was a place of peace for him every once in a while. As he got older, he became wiser and stopped acting like his usual jackass self. Manned up and eventually found himself a nice woman to spend his life with. He softened up because of her and found himself a job to make their ends meet. Working with contractors has made his hands rough, given him far from normal strength/endurance, from the hardship of lifting planks, boards, handling tools, splinters, on sight accidents. Was on a work trip and He was actually on his way to the work site when **** all of a sudden hit the fan. Lost his bag o'l tools too save for his pipe wrench. When you're surrounded by those cannibals, you just grab what you can to defend yourself and go. Has no idea of his relatives or loved one's whereabouts or whether they're even alive now. Has been making his way back home ever since, hoping Bae is alive.
  
  Occupation?: Worked with a contractor in home renovation, or construction. When he first started off he knew very little, but time tempers skill. Carpentry, electrical, A/C installation, construction. Mind you he knows how to do the work and can do it well enough, but he isn't specialized in any.
  Special Skills:
  1) Brawler. Not a combat specialist, but has been in enough brawls to know how to defend himself against tough folks. Ever see those 80's-90's action flicks? Most don't know martial arts, but still kick ass. Lulz
  2) Basic Nursing Skills. Use needle and thread for stitches, how to use an I.V, proper sanitizing procedures, c.p.r., can use small surgical tools, understands some labeling for specific medications(and amount of mili to grams required). Understands orthopaedic procedures; primarily popping joints back in place or applying self made casts to support broken bones, sprained joints or muscles.
  3) Handyman. Handy with tools, like duct tape, nuts and bolts, screws, wrench, etc. Knows his way around 14 gauge wires, and basically anything requiring fixing like with construction (Carpentry) or repairing non-functional pieces of hardware.
  4) Basic Gun Knowledge. Knows how to handle a gun. Clean a gun, and fix a gun. Applies to handguns, rifles, and revolvers only.
  Weapons of Choice: Heavy Duty Pipe Wrench.
  Theme Song:
  Other Tidbits: Will smoke if you give him one. Carries a photo of bae with him always.
  

{"Just roll around a little, and you'll be fine!"}

NO ONE IS DEAD YET, YAY!​

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• Normal Zombie

• 
  Name: "Average Zombie"
  Class: Normal Type
  Physical Traits: Human appearance, decaying blue/yellow/cream flesh, drags feet while walking, some growl, some gurgle, can smell it from far away
  Speed: Slow walk to speed-hobble walk
  Best Way To Kill It: Head-shot- 90% result in instant death
  Special Notes: Can move postmortem unless head is severed, attracted to light of any kind (fire, flashlight, headlights), loud noises (clapping, singing, music, motors, shouting, gun shots, etc.), moves faster to warm flesh vs. freshly killed, seems attracted to blood as well, speed is affected by temperature (colder it is, slower it is)
  

 

Awesome! One character down, two or three more, and we can probably get the ball rolling with that many to begin with. Everyone can join anytime they want! c:

 

Name: Nasir
Nickname: A Guy ("I know a guy who can hook you up")
Photo ID: [Appearance]
Age: 26
Personality: Bit of an a*****e, very rude and bossy. Doesn't like loss of control, and if he doesn't get his way he will resort to whatever means necessary to get it, unless it directly endangers him.
Brief Bio: Nasir is a drug dealer, relatively well known to many of the users in the city. Before the mysterious illness struck, he quite often visited the shadier areas of the town, selling his supplies for an excessive amount of money. Once the sickness hit, however, he found his clients no longer wanted to meet out in the open. Many people were afraid to go outside, so he had to start visiting them. It was a pain in the ass for him and he hated it, but so long as he was making money there wasn't a damn thing Nasir wouldn't do.
Occupation: Uh...."medicinal supplier"
Special Skills:
-Has basic self defence training due to his dangerous occupation
-Knows some very shady people in the city, and as such has the potential to acquire some of the not-so-legal things that can be hard to come by otherwise
-Knows how to hot-wire a car
-Knows basic first aid
Weapons of Choice:
-Dagger
-A revolver, with exactly two shots.
-An axe, taken from the son of a female dog that bit him
-Knowledge of every curse word known to mankind.
Theme Song: WIP right now.
Other Tidbits: God damn this guy was very, very nearly Tobias instead. This seemed more fun.

 

Accepted~

Accepted too~

Welp, that makes three other characters, plus mine... So that makes four. I think we're ready to start, but sheesh. This looks so clicky...

Seriously people, feel free to join. We're probably going to get the ball rolling tonight, but you can join in whenever you're ready.

 

Roleplay just opened up. Feel free to make a character and join in!

Don't be intimidated by the first post. I'll make mine shorter as we go along. I just wanted to put details in that would be useful and helpful for everyone else's first post.

 

Name: Lionel RIPP
Nickname: RIP
Photo ID:
Age: 39
Personality: (Forgive my lack of words) Relaxed, talkative, but somewhat tight-lipped when he doesn't feel/find the need to speak. A little hyper-active on the inside with a tint of ape-**** crazy. He's well-rounded as a typical good guy, but he'll do what he needs to do to survive... Only becomes explosive in personality when pushed over the edge. (Gotta do what you gotta do right?) Has keen insight, and can learn things quickly. (Kind of have to now unless you're just that lucky)

Brief Bio: In his younger days he was just a typical Caucasian man trying to make a living with what little fortune he has. Often times he'd find himself at bars with co-workers after a job, and often times he'd find himself with bruised face outside of said bar. E.R. was a place of peace for him every once in a while. As he got older, he became wiser and stopped acting like his usual jackass self. Manned up and eventually found himself a nice woman to spend his life with. He softened up because of her and found himself a job to make their ends meet. Working with contractors has made his hands rough, given him far from normal strength/endurance, from the hardship of lifting planks, boards, handling tools, splinters, on sight accidents. Was on a work trip and He was actually on his way to the work site when **** all of a sudden hit the fan. Lost his bag o'l tools too save for his pipe wrench. When you're surrounded by those cannibals, you just grab what you can to defend yourself and go. Has no idea of his relatives or loved one's whereabouts or whether they're even alive now. Has been making his way back home ever since, hoping Bae is alive.

Occupation?: Worked with a contractor in home renovation, or construction. When he first started off he knew very little, but time tempers skill. Carpentry, electrical, A/C installation, construction. Mind you he knows how to do the work and can do it well enough, but he isn't specialized in any.
Special Skills:
1) Brawler. Not a combat specialist, but has been in enough brawls to know how to defend himself against tough folks. Ever see those 80's-90's action flicks? Most don't know martial arts, but still kick ass. Lulz
2) Basic Nursing Skills. Use needle and thread for stitches, how to use an I.V, proper sanitizing procedures, c.p.r., can use small surgical tools, understands some labeling for specific medications(and amount of mili to grams required). Understands orthopaedic procedures; primarily popping joints back in place or applying self made casts to support broken bones, sprained joints or muscles.
3) Handyman. Handy with tools, like duct tape, nuts and bolts, screws, wrench, etc. Knows his way around 14 gauge wires, and basically anything requiring fixing like with construction (Carpentry) or repairing non-functional pieces of hardware.
4) Basic Gun Knowledge. Knows how to handle a gun. Clean a gun, and fix a gun. Applies to handguns, rifles, and revolvers only.
Weapons of Choice: Heavy Duty Pipe Wrench.
Theme Song:
Other Tidbits: Will smoke if you give him one. Carries a photo of bae with him always.

 

I think it's good? Hm.

Let's put it this way; He's a fighter, what kind of nursing skills does he have? Basic first aid; patch wounds, treat shock, Heimlich maneuver, CPR, heat stroke, drowning, etc? Can he use a thread and needle to stitch something up? What about starting an IV, could he do that?

Handyman... Fix broken stuff and knows his tools. What about carpentry, too? Since in his bio you said he was in construction and renovations. Carpentry is a useful tool in the apocalypse; can help fortify a settlement, build shelters, and keep fences up and strong enough to keep out the monsters. He could have unusual strength too since that would build up his muscles, be helpful with heavy lifting and whatnot, plus endurance for hard labor and fighting.

Just some ideas. You can go ahead and start your first post, but I'm going to leave your character alone and not add it to the others if you still wanna shoot ideas back and forth to smooth it out.

On a different note, dang. Kytheria is like the youngest character so far. xD

 

Not yet we're not.

 

Ok I think his profile is good now?

 

Tis perfect. I'll add him to the roster.

 

Name: Kuro
Nickname: Black Cat
Photo ID:

Spoiler

Age: 19
Personality: Ridiculously chilled for a teen surviving in the zombie apocalypse. Like he's laid back to the point where people would think something wrong with him mentally, that or his ridiculously good at coping with this hell of world they live in now.
Occupation?: Truant, not much of an occupation, but it's his
Special Skills: Parkour, Running, Improviser, bringing the good vibes
Weapons of Choice: Steel pipe (gotta go old school), Pistol and smoke bombs he made himself.
Theme Song:

Other Tidbits: Random lucky things tend to happen whever he's around, do with that as you will Maka.

 

Yaaaaaay! One of my favorite RPers!!! ^~^

Everything is good here. Feel free to post any time. If you need help, lemme know. You know where to find me.

 

[heavily wip]
Name: Aiden Arc
Nickname: En
Photo ID: [Appearance]
Age: 19
Personality:
Brief Bio:
Occupation?:
Special Skills: [4-6; Think survivor, fighting, medical, or creative skills that would be helpful]
Weapons of Choice: Wakanda
Theme Song: [Optional]
Other Tidbits:

 

Erm... It's not complete. o_O Unless you were going to come back to it and edit it later, then that's okay. I just need it completed before you start off. ^~^ Please and thank you.

Derp, I was just informed what wip meant. xD I was thinking of "watch me wip, watch me neigh neigh". ANYWAYS! Carry on