Post by rayblevins on Dec 24, 2010 5:48:57 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Tyler James
How many years roleplaying?: 3-4 years
"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: Ray Blevins
Age: 16
Hometown: Louisiana
Current Location: New York
Bio:
When Ray first heard the news of the Zombies he rallied his family and headed north. Once his family was plucked off one by one only he survives. His mother died first, she went for the Zombie head on and never came back, then his brother. He was only 10 and he didn't know how to shoot. He was left behind. Ray's sister shot herself and his father left him with nothing but his M1 Garand.
Likes:
- M1 Garand
- Women
- Music (Dubstep-Metal)
- Zombie killing
Dislikes:
- Pistols
- Hospitals
- Life
- Rats
Strengths:
- Basic Parkour
- Speed
- Light-footed
Weaknesses:
- Attachments - he tends to attach to people too easily, even though he gets hurt in the end
- Horrible aim
- Women
- ADD/ADHD
Anything Else?
Roleplay Sample: "I was a liutenant Colonel when it happened. I was leading a small Squad of five, inlcuding me. It was almost the end of the Zombie War as I remember, humans against Zombies it was horrible. It was the last Winter, the Zombies were frozen in many places, mostly Greenland, poor Greenland, they're still trying to get rid them. I don't remember what city I was paid to eradicate, but it looked fancy, I remember trying to eat the snow. Giant flakes of pure white snow were slowly drifting towards the powdery snow that buried our ankles and shins. The city was silent, except for the crunching noise of our footsteps in the snow. I assumed they were all frozen from the ice that formed off the large steel towers that loomed over the city, grey and white."
[Takes a sip of the coffee.]
"As I walked by an abandoned Foot Locker store, I heard glass crunching under something's foot. I stopped my squad and aimed my SIR (Standard Infantry Rifle) into the store's broken windows. There was a fluorescent light dangling by a few cords, just buzzing and flicking a faint light into the building. The squad was silent and all I heard was my footsteps nearing the building. The sign read, Foot Locker. I flicked my flashlight on and pointed it into the building. I called out, "Hello?! Is anyone there?" But nothing stirred. I figured it was just a piece of rubble that caused the noise so I lowered my weapon and turned to my squad."
[He sighs a long breath and continues]
"A great force slammed me into a light post as I turned to tell my squad that it was a false alarm, my helmet protected me from any harm as the large thing thrusted me onto the floor and claw at my chest armor. Then I fired. I knew I shouldn't have but I fired four rounds into the air, splattering the light post's light and sending glass all over the place and darkness enveloped the street. My torso was being pulled and torn and my weapon was knocked four feet away from me, I tried to reach for it, but the creature pulled me back against the Foot Locker window sills. My squad immediately flicked their flashlights on and opened fire at the giant attacker, it fell limp onto my arm and chest. They could've shot me, but I didn't care, I would rather die by a shot than getting mauled by a Feral Cat."
- Please explain, 'Feral Cats'
"These animals were once house pets, but during the War they grew to enormous numbers and size. They grew bigger, meaner, faster and deadlier by the year and the war was a lot of years. I remember reading a book about evolution and how animals evolved faster if in the wild or something, but I don't remember it exactly. I pushed it's carcass off of my torso and threw it aside. I stood up and felt my body for any injuries the cat gave me, but none were serious. 'Good God, Knox!' Joe exclaimed, 'Are you hurt?'
'No, no!'I said, I was still feeling around when I felt a large crevice in my Armor chest piece, just four inches from my neck. It was about 5 inches long and only a few centimeters deep. If that was my skin I surely would have died. I looked down at my attacker, it was probably a male, a few years old maybe. The bullet holes were bleeding profusely and already a thin layer of snow clung to it's hair. 'Bloody hell, Zombies aren't the only thing we need to worry about.' Another one of my squad members blurbed. It was hell."[/size] ~ Robert Knox (Veteran World War Z solider)[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
*Inspired by the book, World War Z*
