Post by madelineporter on Dec 15, 2010 18:51:57 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Kris
How many years roleplaying?: 8
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Madeline Porter
Age: 19
Hometown: Hoxsie, RI
Current Location: Somewhere in the Carolina's
Bio:
Madeline was born and raised in a small town in Rhode Island called Hoxsie. It was so small that it only had one traffic light and there were no schools in the actual town, the students had to go to neighboring towns for their education. Madeline wasn't a 'star' student but she made the required B's to be on the cheer leading squad. She was the homecoming queen her Senior Year, and came in second as prom queen, losing to her best friend. Her life growing up was that of an all American girl, she was smart, popular, and everyone loved her because she wasn't stuck up about it.
When she Graduated highschool, Madeline wanted to get away from the stuffy town she lived in to go to college. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, but she decided to go to her other's Alumni, Rhode Island College, in Providence. It wasn't a huge city which is what she wanted, but it was big enough to satisfy her want.
Her first day at school she met Tess Lauderdale, who was her roomate. The girls clicked right away, and became good friends, working at the school bookstore for their student work program. When the sickness broke-out she had been working stocking shelves when the broadcast went out over the campus wide television channel. It hadn't reached near them yet, but the police were shutting down the state sending everyone home.
Instantly she went to find Tess, and they took her car (which was a jeep liberty) and went to go find their families and get away.
Likes:
Sleeping
Fashion
Cooking
Fantasy Books
Friends
Quiet evenings
Wine (shh she is underage but she still likes wine)
Dislikes:
Drunks
Obnoxious people
Open water
Dorming
Strengths:
Rational (to an extent)
Loyal
Random facts
Cheerful
Weaknesses:
Family
Children
Dark
Bugs
Anything Else?
-On their way to Georgia
Roleplay Sample: Jacob was tired to say the least. When you were the only person in charge of trying to keep yourself alive, as well as the livestock it was tiring work. He had spent much of the daylight out in the barn reinforcing a sliding door that the walkers had taken out in the middle of the night before he was able to reach the animals. They had killed the last few sheep that he had managed to keep alive this entire time and it frustrated him to the point of brutally beating the now lifeless corpses until he couldn't feel his arms anymore.
So the whole day was spent feeding the horses, and the last handful of chickens while cleaning pens. He managed to pile the bodies into a wheel barrel and dumped them in a long abandoned pond that was full of dead grass now. Then night feel he put the steel pipes up around the windows and barbed wire around the doors to atleast deter the walkers long enough for him to be awoken. Since this 'sickness' Jacob had become a very light sleeper, to the point a strong gust of wind rattling the house woke him up out of a dead sleep.
Now he had just stepped out of an old water trough he had drug up from the barn full of boiled clean pond water. Granted the water was cold now, but it was still nice to get the grime of the day off his body, especially the dried blood of the walkers. Grabbing a can of mandarin oranges off the counter he pulled the tab on the lid and tossed the lid in the trash before throwing his shot gun up on his shoulder and heading to the living room in a towel.
This was his nightly routine, bathe, eat a canned food item, and watch for walkers. Flicking one light on, like he did every night incase his family happened to return and needed to find thier way, he plopped down on the couch infront of the picture window and began to eat. He had long ago finished his tin of food and moved on to the candy bowl in the center of the coffee table when he spotted something.
It was a full moon outside, and his house was in an open field. It was hard to miss movement. Scrambling up off the couch quickly, he grabbed a pair of discarded pajama pants from the night before pulling them on as he stared out the window. It was coming closer, and moving rather slow. I hope that is a fuckin' deer, he muttered before opening the front porch door quickly, and shutting it quietly as he crept out onto the wrap around porch with his shot gun aimed.
Hiding in the shadow he crouched behind a wicker chair and just waited for the thing to get closer. It definitely wasn't a deer, it was on two legs, which meant a human unless an outbreak of intelligent monkeys broke out that he missed. Which honestly wouldn't shock him with all this other shit going on. When it got closer it was obvious it was headed toward the house, and Jacob stood up pumping his gun and raising it to fire.
But he hesitated.
The 'walker' had a bag on it's back, and something in it's hand. He hadn't seen any walker like that before. Turning his heel to observe the rest of the land he saw no others accompanying this one, which was odd because when one showed usually two or three more were with it.
Could it possibly be another 'alive' person? Or someone from his family? That thought sent his spirits soaring, but he wasn't going to hop over the railing and go running to them with open arms he had to be sure. If this wasn't a walker, or family, it could be another human that wanted his things, which was just as dangerous.
Stop right there, or I will shoot you firs' and ask questions later, Jacob called as he stared at the figure down his barrel.
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