05-19-2007, 02:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-19-2007, 02:41 PM by Calibremon.)
OOC: I'm starting the RP in hopes that people will join in later.
Name: Natasha
Age: 21
Species: Human
Orientation: Bi
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Description: Dresses in jeans and a white t-shirt, both stained with blood. Her hair is waist length and dark brown, and her eyes are a light hazel color. Alex's little sister.
Personality: Tasha is a pessimist, believing the only way to survive the zombies is to fight a way out to civilization. she can be depressing at times, but that is only because deep down she feels vulnerable, thanks to the zombies.
-Weapons- (Natasha collected her weapons from the house, taking whatever her brother hadn't already claimed)
Melee: Crowbar (Heavy beating instrument)
Close Range: .22 Rimfire Pistol (small calibre, low velocity sport handgun)
Long Range: Crossbow (heavy-duty hunting bow with a lightweight, carbon-fibre frame and scope)
Other:
IC:
Class Level: 1 (start off easy)
Alex watched through a pair of binoculars from the roof of his house, humming a morbid little tune as he did. Down the street, a few rotted, stumbling corpses were shuffling towards his house, obviously smelling his fresh meat on the gentle breeze. Alex had retired to his rooftop long ago; around him were boxes of food and bottles of water. Enough for a week or two at least. Next to him, a ladder sat, pulled up off the ground which prevented the smarter zombies from getting up to him.
"How close are they?" a voice called. Alex turned to look at his sister.
"half a mile maybe..." he said. "Why?" He blinked as a soft whistling sound zipped past his ear and into one of the zombie's skulls down the street. His dark-haired sister stood up, smiling grimly.
"That's why..." she said, pulling back the string of the crossbow.
Name: Natasha
Age: 21
Species: Human
Orientation: Bi
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Description: Dresses in jeans and a white t-shirt, both stained with blood. Her hair is waist length and dark brown, and her eyes are a light hazel color. Alex's little sister.
Personality: Tasha is a pessimist, believing the only way to survive the zombies is to fight a way out to civilization. she can be depressing at times, but that is only because deep down she feels vulnerable, thanks to the zombies.
-Weapons- (Natasha collected her weapons from the house, taking whatever her brother hadn't already claimed)
Melee: Crowbar (Heavy beating instrument)
Close Range: .22 Rimfire Pistol (small calibre, low velocity sport handgun)
Long Range: Crossbow (heavy-duty hunting bow with a lightweight, carbon-fibre frame and scope)
Other:
IC:
Class Level: 1 (start off easy)
Alex watched through a pair of binoculars from the roof of his house, humming a morbid little tune as he did. Down the street, a few rotted, stumbling corpses were shuffling towards his house, obviously smelling his fresh meat on the gentle breeze. Alex had retired to his rooftop long ago; around him were boxes of food and bottles of water. Enough for a week or two at least. Next to him, a ladder sat, pulled up off the ground which prevented the smarter zombies from getting up to him.
"How close are they?" a voice called. Alex turned to look at his sister.
"half a mile maybe..." he said. "Why?" He blinked as a soft whistling sound zipped past his ear and into one of the zombie's skulls down the street. His dark-haired sister stood up, smiling grimly.
"That's why..." she said, pulling back the string of the crossbow.
