Surviving Marathon

The apocalypse starts this week, so everyone get their shit together. Starts Wednesday fo sho. I'm excited everyone looks pretty cool except for ABAHFY I think he'll be dead first. Anyway everyone mark their calendar its gonna be good.

Epic!!!

Do you need more Maniacs? I could write two characters if you want.

Please do. lol Don't make me be the one lonely maniac.

Profile: Maniac
Name: Octavian Johnson
Age (20+): 27
Gender: Male
Proffesion before apocalypse: Artist/Gravedigger
Starting Weapon: Iron Shovel
Local or Outsider: Outsider
History: Octavian stumbled into town ten years ago, penniless and insane. The local vicar took pity on him and gave him shelter in the church's graveyard where he became the resident caretaker. He suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder and currently has four alternate personalities-
Windle - Mean and cunning, don't turn your back on him. Octavian develops a limp under this personality.
Lady Godiva - Octavian's feminine side. Speaks with an odd accent. cool and scientific, she's a surprising side to Octavian.
Octavian himself - A penniless artist driven to insanity by something in his past. He is cowardly and meek, cowering from the rest of the world inside his head. Yet, his artwork reveals surprising beauty.
Mister Carcer - This personality didn't come to the fore until the zombie apocalypse hit. Carcer reveals all of Octavian's pent up anger and destructiveness. Playful and savage, he is eager to take the world to hell. A stone cold killer with brains, he is the Hyde to Octavian's Jekyl, and when he wants dominance of the body, Octavian can't always hold back...

What made you snap: Octavian snapped a long time back. Perhaps some backstory will be made evident later in the storybook..
Why your in Marathon: Nowhere else to go
Appearance:

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If you still can, please save me a survivor spot. I cannot copy the character sheet on this wreched device! If you can save me a spot, Ill post a profile ASAP tomorrow around 8 or 9 ish tomorrow morning if possible. If not, it should be around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Thanks!

That's insane, tr3x (pun only slightly intended). That's a great character and I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited about not being the only maniac. lol

(Sorry That I forgot A Name!! )
Profile: Survivors
Accepting 16
Name: Marcus Moorson
Age (10 ): 29
Gender: Male
Proffesion before apocalypse: Electrical Engineer (Mainly robotics)
Skill (1): Gunsmithing is a hobby.
Local or Outsider: Outsider
Up for love?: Yes
History: Grew up in Massachusetts, went to MIT, Then went to an area about 50 miles from marathon, just to flee to Marathon during the Apocalypse
Why your in Marathon: Fled from the Zombies.
Appearance: There will be a link to the picture. click it, and you will be brought to the website that shows the picture. Im sorry, it was the best I could do.

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I never been in a RP before on YWS. I'll try it.

(Suvivor)
Name: Alyssa Brown
Age (10+): 14
Gender: Female
Proffesion before apocalypse: Student at a Middle School and Voluntered at a Humane society.
Skill (1): good aim.
Local or Outsider: outsider
Up for love?: Yes
History: She was born and raised in a small town in Colorado. Alyssa had very few friends and acted very mature for her age. She lived on a small farm with a few animals, and her parents were abusive to her. They didn't care what she did or when (She also went hunting for Elk and Deer for food). She never went to school since her parents never had the money for it. Her parents had died from an illness and was adopted by a nice, rich family. Her adoptive father had a new job in Marathon, Texas, and moved over there...They died too from a car crash.

Alyssa is a strong brave girl, who takes on any challenges and love shooting guns. She doesn't fear pain and does naything she is told. When her adoptive parents died she learned to live a solitary life, and never trusted adults.
Why your in Marathon: Moved there.
Appearance:

(We're allowed to start right? Oh, and the asian guy was just an NPC to set the death and destruction mood)

Seal Brooks- North 3rd Street

The hum of my motorbike was the only familiar thing in the world anymore. In the distance, plumes of smoke sprouted from the flaming ruins of the gas station. The insatiable moaning of dozens of undead surrounded my senses, coupled with the gruesome visage of decaying corpses. Screams rose like the surges of the tide, before their creators were silenced by the wrath of the hungry.

I pulled a tight turn on the left towards Captain Shepard Inn where drunken patrons closely resembled their undead counterparts. Reaching nigh on 80 mph, I hit the brakes outside French Company Grocery, with a plan to grab some supplies. Every zombie movie ever ran through my mind: what I needed was canned food and lots of water. The storekeeper, an old asian man started screaming at me, but I couldn't register a word.

What did get my attention is that he had a revolver in one hand, and was pointing it at me.

"Listen, buddy.. I'm not the one you should be using that on" I said in what I hope was a calming tone. He looked me over than lowered the gun.. before a car swerved in through the window and hit him square on. The gun flew from his hands and discharged in one of the aisles.

The driver stumbled out, blood pouring from his brow and he collapsed on the floor. I blinked once, trying to wrap my head around the situation, before scrambling into the aisle and picking up the gun. I raced into the cooler, grabbed a bottle of water and ran back to the driver. He had a mustache and greased down hair and grey pinstripe suit.

I ripped off some of my shirt and poured the water on it, using it to clean the gash on his forehead. I raced back to the medical aisle, tearing some cut treaters and pain killers out of the racks. I rubbed some Neosporin into the gash, and he murmured and shook.

With a sharp intake of air, he awoke on the floor and coughed. "Who..who are you?" he stammered.

"Seal Brooks, your savior" I replied. "And who are you?"

"Jack Gnad. I need to get out of here, and your'e coming with me"

I wanted to refuse, to put up this visage of some independent warrior, but a zombie apocalypse wasn't the time to care about first impressions.

Instead I nodded and looked outside to see if any more undead wanted to pay us a visit. A single figure was apparent at the end of the street, guessing from physique, and the fact that she was running, I guessed she was a unzombified female.

"I'd probably do more good with that gun than you would" Jack said behind me. I turned and glared at him.

"Too bad, you should find your own"

He returned the glare, than stood up and self-applied a band-aid. I stepped outside and waved to the girl. "Hey! No undead over here" As she got closer, I was able to decipher her form. She couldn't of been older than sixteen, and she had blonde hair.

"What happened?" she asked once she got there pointing at the car.

"Jack's just a bad driver I guess. I'm Seal, and we're getting out of here"

"Alyssa Brown" she said. "And if your'e getting out of this town, count me in"

This post was messed up >< I have a better one on the fourth page of this. :D

Waiting on Shamrock...

Actually, we were waiting on Shamrock to start chapter 1. That was where we figured we could begin the invasion and actually set up the quarantine and all that good stuff.

Oh, so I guess it won't actuly start until Sham post? Alright then.

just.. pretend his post came before yours and we'll just go from there. it was kind of our fault for not specifying.