Post by Bridget Calynn on Feb 23, 2015 17:03:53 GMT
"You either like me or you don't, I could be your Ally and the kindest, toughest, most loyal person you'll ever know. Or your enemy and the meanest, nastiest, son of a bitch you'll ever have the displeasure of meeting. Your choice I'd choose wisely if I were you."
THE BASICS
NAME:
AGE: 37 years old
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4 ft
WEIGHT: 124 lbs
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual (Straight)
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Long black hair, deep coffee brown eyes and caramel toned skin.
WHO ARE YOU?
FIVE LIKES: Big guns, Boxing, Action movies, Strong power figures, being in control
PERSONALITY: Strong, outgoing, power hungry, tomboyish, blunt and outspoken, not afraid to say what she's thinking, isn't afraid of putting people in their place. A natural born fighter, not much of a leader but is good at giving orders. Quick to anger and resort to violence, takes orders easily, loyal...ect
GROUP: WoodBury
Grew up pretty rough as a kid, my asshole dad left when I was young. The last thing I remember him saying is how he regretted ever meeting my mother, and how he'd never wanted us kids.
Despite that casualty, I'd say my mom was better off. The guy was a fucking drunk,abusive, asshat.
My brother was always getting into trouble, Ma must've bailed him out at least 20 times for multiple crimes.
my Ma, I would've left his ass in jail to rot. She spent so much time and money
bailing him out, there were a few times she didn't have money for food. Or for
gas to get to work, but not once I never heard that woman complain...tough lady she was.
him time and time again that something like this would happen. Jackass didn't listen to a damn word we said.
look on my mothers face. She had the biggest, dumbest grin on her sweet face. Made my day shine a little brighter, that's one of the things I remembered about her. That smile...a smile only an angel could make.
- 1. A pack of cigarettes
- 2. A nice pair of orange shooting goggles
- 3. A Swiss army knife
- 4. National Guard Backpack
- 5. Desert Eagle 50caliber
- 6. Custom AR-15 Assault Rifle
- 7. Leather Fanny Pack
- 8. Walkie Talkie
- 9. Box of matches
- 10 Military water canteen (With water in it)
YOUR WHO'S WHO NAME: Shade Archer
SAMPLE POST
A strong looking, well built woman sat atop of the Woodbury's front entrance. A custom Assault Rifle swung across her shoulder as she paced steadily up and down the front wall. Not a sound was to be heard, except the drifting sound of silence. But than the sound of something moving, faintly echoed in the air. A walker came scuffling towards the wall, that got her attention. "What do we have here?" A smooth but gruffly voice, a voice that would give anyone chills.
The walker took notice of her and came hissing in her direction. Shooting it would've made far too much noise, so she put her gun down. Pulling a clean and well polished Swiss army knife from her pocket. With one swift gesture she was swooped over the wall. Coming down on her prime target.
It snarled and gnashed it's teeth. Driven by the primal instincts of hunger, longing to consume even a scrap of flesh. It stumbled towards her, reaching out with it's rotting hands and collapsing bones. Flipping open a small but deathly sharp blade, she encountered the walker and circled him like a vulture. The dead came at her, but she ducked and tripped it. Once her target was on the ground, she dug her soles into it's spine. Taking the knife and plowed her blade into it's skull. With the sharp cracking of bone and the sickening sound of pierced flesh the walker went limp. "Only in a days work." She stood and wiped off her prized blade. Those words were only ever spoken with a sneer.
"Only in a days work..."