Please Post your profiles here before you post in the RP! heart Thank you kindly!
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:51 pm
Please use this skeleton for your human character - please and thank you! All you have to do is copy the code!
[b]My name is... [/b][insert name] [b]My Puppet Master is...[/b] [Gaia User name] [b]I am[/b] [u]age[/u] [b]years old..[/b]. [b]A little about me..[/b]. (Insert at least 1 paragraph about your character's personalty.) [b]My survival strategy is... [/b](Please list your characters personal strengths) [b]My likes and dislikes are...[/b] (At least two things your character likes, and two things they dislike) [b]I look like...[/b] {You can use an image here if you like, or simply describe} [b] Skeletons in my closet...[/b] (a brief history of your characters back ground! at least one paragraph please!) [b]My lover is...[/b] Usually won't start out with one, but if you gain a lover later
My name is. Ulrik Bardin My Puppet Master is Mech-Killer I am Human Maleage 28years old... A little about me. When Ulrik was 18 he joined the Army soon after he was selected for a special asignment. The military not trusting in anything had created a special unit within its rankes called "The Shadows". Ulrik was one of the first people to be selected to be apart of The Shadow. he underwent the Genetic test's. For 2 years he was molded into the perfect soldier becoming intune with his Sinthi suit. For years he served in far off countrys being apart of the shadow unit Stalker 1 team he had the hardest assignments but even so he lost few from his team. That all changed once the lights turned. When the world ended most of the shadowes servived being deap underground and where apart of the initial resitence . They where murdered brutaly. After the loss of teams 2-4 they sent stalker 1. After fearce fight the ET's pulled there trump card. the ability to maintain caporial forms. they ate thrue the walls of the mountain to assault Stalker 1 from all sides. Ulrik escaped only from the actions of Stalker 1 Alpha Ruby "heart" his second in command and also his lover being eaten alive to slow own the creatures and detonate the facility. after that he became a wanderer . My survival strategy is. ambush then fade VS ET's and scavenge and make everything else. He is strong and fast with a quick wit but emotionaly scared and hard to trust anyone My likes and dislikes are..Likes quitness and order Hates betrayel and distrust I look like Sinthi suit covering his entire body and bristling with wargear. {You can use an image here if you like, or simply describe}
My name is... Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana My Puppet Master is... DJ Hope 1990 I am23years old... A little about me... Ariana is a complicated figure. She is at the moment, one of the leaders of a small camp of humans she began, just outside the city of New York. She is nurturing, but strangers make her apprehensive. She is hard to earn trust with, but once you get to know her she is gentle, affectionate, and actually easy going. My survival strategy is... Trust nothing mysterious, always trust your eyes, senses. My likes and dislikes are... Ariana hates ET's, and hermit type humans. However, she loves music, and her small family she put together after the initial purge. Skeletons in my closet... She was 20 years old when the lights began to rain down. She was a rising celebrity, her voice, a new sensation. Three days after, her twin sister, Alexandria was in labor with her second child when the world exploded, Ariana was taking her to the hospital and humans around them on the road began to burn, and be devoured by strange beings that rose from the ground in bright lights. Traffic was jammed, and Ariana half carried her sister who was giving birth to the side of the road. Alexandra's small three year old son, Sage was with them. Alexandria had a hard time with the surgery. Ariana swore that she would care for the newborn daughter, whom Alexandria named Faith, and Sage. Alexandria died holding her son and her daughter, whispering that she loved them, and to be good for Aunt Ariana, and died while Ariana held her. She never even got to bury her. An ET found them and she had to take the children, and run for their lives. They roamed for months, avoiding people, who fought and tried to mug them for months. It was in Central park...covered by trees, and ET's tend to stay away from it. For the years past,she began to bring people in. She now has a small camp of about 20people - 5 of them young children including Sage and now three year old Faith living in Central park, and they all acted like a unite, a family. Ariana sees it as her personal responsiblity to care for these people. I look like...
My lover is...N/A right now.
Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 1:22 am
My name is... Ivan Simonov My Puppet Master is...Tireur Isole I am26years old... A little about me... Being from where he was, ruined cities, crumbling towers, and the ever-present threat of death were nothing knew to Ivan. His experiences before the whole world became like his home led him to be mildly distrusting of others, earning him the nickname "Biryuk," Lone Wolf. Thanks to that life, the only two things that comfort him are his rifle and the quiet music that he pulls from the strings of his violin. My survival strategy is... Take only what one needs, trust only when convenient. I am a fan of...High places and clean ammo Things that bother me are...Large groups of people and dark, cramped spaces I look like... Skeletons in my closet...Ivan was born in America, where he grew up learning to hunt and live in the wild, taught by his grandfather. His parents had died when he was young, crushed under a panicked mob when the nightclub they were at caught fire. His grandfather raised him as if Ivan was his own child, saying he was far brighter and more resilient than his father ever was.
When Ivan was eighteen, his father died of old age. Taking up the rifle he was given, a beautiful, if beaten and ancient Springfield 1903A1, he went to the Ukraine to find what else his grandfather had left for him, secreted away in the ghost city of Pripyat. Not a week after he had arrived, the country was under siege from Russia, as the attackers spread out in another desperate bid for land and power. Pripyat became a city contested, armies and resistance movements fighting for control. Ivan joined the resistance only insofar as to have a steady supply of food and ammunition. Five years he fought, hunted and escaped anyone who threatened to do him harm. On the fifth anniversary of the war, he found it; stuffed in a box, secreted under the stairs of an old husk of an apartment building was one of the last Stradivarius violins and a book of lessons. Included was a note from his grandfather.
Ибо, когда ночи длинные и тихие. For when the nights are long and quiet.
Ivan managed to escape that hell, and had been planning to just pass through New York when another hell took hold. The world exploded and vanished around him, strange beasts tore people asunder and devoured the remains. Using a lifetime of survival instinct, Ivan escaped upwards, moving from rooftop to rooftop, balcony to ledge, only coming down to street level when he had to. Three years had passed since he came home, and three years had passed since he last felt home.
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