JadeKnight
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Heh, no internet for three days and things get going. Ah well, looks like I have to do a little catch-up. I'm still a little tired from this weekend, but I shall post soon.
Walking Dead RP OOC (for Halloween)
- Thread starter Wyld52771
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The Villains:
Keep in mind, we are not introducing these characters in the story yet, as we need to make sure the current scenarios become more set in stone and our group is more solidified. Like I mentioned earlier, however, I did have an idea of an opposing antagonistic group working against our main group. It will be a larger group than our own, with roughly two dozen members. They are extremely well armed and dangerous.
Writers currently with characters in this thread...feel free to make a secondary villainous character bio and make them your own if you so choose...it may be fun to explore your evil side here...but keep in mind, these would be secondary characters when first starting. Your main character should still be your main focus. (If you decide later on that you like the enemy better, we can always kill the original character off....would make for fun role play. *chuckles*)
New posters may choose to write with either group once we introduce the opposing group into the IC thread, but at THIS point, anyone currently joining will be in the current group.
The next two posts I put here are going to be two character bios for members of this enemy group....a detailed bio for the leader, and one member of his inner circle. I will be playing Wayne Dobbs…the leader of our villains, but if anyone wants to take over the role of "Bull", feel free.
Keep in mind, we are not introducing these characters in the story yet, as we need to make sure the current scenarios become more set in stone and our group is more solidified. Like I mentioned earlier, however, I did have an idea of an opposing antagonistic group working against our main group. It will be a larger group than our own, with roughly two dozen members. They are extremely well armed and dangerous.
Writers currently with characters in this thread...feel free to make a secondary villainous character bio and make them your own if you so choose...it may be fun to explore your evil side here...but keep in mind, these would be secondary characters when first starting. Your main character should still be your main focus. (If you decide later on that you like the enemy better, we can always kill the original character off....would make for fun role play. *chuckles*)
New posters may choose to write with either group once we introduce the opposing group into the IC thread, but at THIS point, anyone currently joining will be in the current group.
The next two posts I put here are going to be two character bios for members of this enemy group....a detailed bio for the leader, and one member of his inner circle. I will be playing Wayne Dobbs…the leader of our villains, but if anyone wants to take over the role of "Bull", feel free.
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Warning...this is a long detiled post. Character bio kinda got away from me, but it was fun to write. 
Character Profile: Wayne Dobbs
Appearance: Wayne is a strikingly handsome man in his early twenties. He is about 5' 9" tall and roughly 150 lbs. He has shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a broad, earnest looking face, with the beginning scruff of a reddish blonde beard, and he smiles easily. He wears a slightly tattered, worse-for-wear police uniform, with the badge on his chest and the police issue .38 special displayed prominently.
Background: It was once said that there are over thirty active serial killers in the United States at any given time. Before the outbreak, Wayne Dobbs was one of them.
Wayne was unusually intelligent, and brought up in a religious, middle class family in a small town not too far from the Twin Cities. There was no abuse in his family…no mistreatment whatsoever…but Wayne always had a fascination with death. As a small child, he began like many serial killers do…by experimenting on animals. The neighbor’s dog, a stray cat here and there…nothing that was ever tied to him.
As he grew, this no longer satisfied him. His first major kill was when he was eight…while on a camping trip, he murdered his five year old cousin by drowning her in the lake, holding her under the water until she no longer moved. When he was twelve, he murdered his own family by starting a fire in his own house. He stood outside, watching the building burn until the authorities arrived. The fire was ruled an accident caused by the fireplace...not one person suspected the frail looking, soot covered boy at the scene as anything more than a tragic survivor.
For the next three years, he was a ward of the state. During those three years, Wayne amazed his teachers with his intelligence and aptitude…he excelled in any sort of academic study. It was also during this same time frame that he lured another boy into the woods and stabbed him to death with a pocket knife. He buried the body, and it was assumed his victim had run away.
When Wayne turned eighteen, he’d become a very charming young man. He had a natural charisma, made friends easily, and was popular with the ladies. He had earned himself a full scholarship to the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee, ironically going to school for degrees in human behavior…majoring in Psychology and minoring in Sociology…and it was there that he also refined his killing skills.
The first body was recovered about twenty miles north of Milwaukee, dumped near a little town called Grafton…a young woman who they identified as a prostitute, whose body sliced open and mutilated. Police called it a torture killing, and assumed it might be drug or gang related…until a few weeks later when a second victim turned up, this time a young mother of two who’d resided in a suburb of Milwaukee. There was no connection between the two victims, and no apparent pattern other than both being women. Two months later, another victim was found…this time a sixteen year old boy.
It was then that talk of a serial killer began to appear in the newspapers and on the nightly news. Over the next six months there were two more victims, and the FBI was called in to assist. It didn’t help…Wayne seemed to have an expert knack in covering his trail.
While readying to dispose of his sixth victim, fate seemed to finally go against Wayne. He was pulled over by the highway patrol for a burned out taillight. When the policeman came up to the window, Wayne remained calm, but something about Wayne didn’t sit well with the police officer. He had Wayne get out of the car, and asked him to open his trunk. Wayne feigned compliance…until the proper moment, when the trunk opened and a corpse was revealed. It was then, that Wayne acted, shoving the cop forward and bringing the trunk down atop his skull, knocking him unconscious. Although messy and unplanned, Wayne had found another victim. He dumped the corpse from the trunk and replaced it with the unconscious officer. When the officer awoke, he was stripped naked and tied to a table, becoming victim number seven.
Wayne tortured the officer for two days, with knives, power tools, and other maniacal implements. When the officer finally succumbed to his ghastly wounds, Wayne went upstairs, and on a whim, he found himself standing in front of a full length mirror, admiring how the dead officer’s uniform looked on him. He gathered together the items he’d need to transport and dispose of the body…but when he came back down to the basement, he found the body seemingly alive again, writhing and thrashing against its bonds, gnashing its teeth. The outbreak had started.
Wayne played with the walker in the basement for another day, before discovering that a wound to the brain killed the creature for good.
Over the next two days, the outbreak began to spread, and Wayne was in a state of glee as he watched walkers devouring the human populace on the TV news. Still, he realized eventually he would have to leave Milwaukee…the large city would soon be overrun. He fled, driving west.
Soon, he could hear no more on the radio in his car, and his car ran out of gas. He holed up in an old church, after murdering the priest who resided there. The priest had thought he was a policeman, and trusted Wayne right up until the moment the knife was driven home.
Wayne decided to continue to wear the uniform just for this reason…people looked at him as an authority figure, and trusted him.
Others came to the church, and soon Wayne found himself in a position of being in command of nearly fifty survivors, as people looked to a police officer for help. His natural charisma, combined with his background in psychology and human behavior, gave him the ability to manipulate and control the traumatized survivors. Within days, he had his followers doing whatever it was he asked of him, foregoing their humanity for a false sense of safety. Those who tried to leave were killed, and their items distributed among the others.
The group moved on, travelling to Fort McCoy, finding the military base overrun with walkers. Wayne sacrificed over half the members of his group, but achieved his goal…gathering a large stockpile of supplies, weaponry, fuel, and vehicles. He basically made himself into a warlord figure, and the survivors following him into soldiers bound only by one rule. His rule.
As for Wayne’s view of the apocalypse…he is enjoying it immensely.
Character Profile: Wayne Dobbs
Appearance: Wayne is a strikingly handsome man in his early twenties. He is about 5' 9" tall and roughly 150 lbs. He has shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a broad, earnest looking face, with the beginning scruff of a reddish blonde beard, and he smiles easily. He wears a slightly tattered, worse-for-wear police uniform, with the badge on his chest and the police issue .38 special displayed prominently.
Background: It was once said that there are over thirty active serial killers in the United States at any given time. Before the outbreak, Wayne Dobbs was one of them.
Wayne was unusually intelligent, and brought up in a religious, middle class family in a small town not too far from the Twin Cities. There was no abuse in his family…no mistreatment whatsoever…but Wayne always had a fascination with death. As a small child, he began like many serial killers do…by experimenting on animals. The neighbor’s dog, a stray cat here and there…nothing that was ever tied to him.
As he grew, this no longer satisfied him. His first major kill was when he was eight…while on a camping trip, he murdered his five year old cousin by drowning her in the lake, holding her under the water until she no longer moved. When he was twelve, he murdered his own family by starting a fire in his own house. He stood outside, watching the building burn until the authorities arrived. The fire was ruled an accident caused by the fireplace...not one person suspected the frail looking, soot covered boy at the scene as anything more than a tragic survivor.
For the next three years, he was a ward of the state. During those three years, Wayne amazed his teachers with his intelligence and aptitude…he excelled in any sort of academic study. It was also during this same time frame that he lured another boy into the woods and stabbed him to death with a pocket knife. He buried the body, and it was assumed his victim had run away.
When Wayne turned eighteen, he’d become a very charming young man. He had a natural charisma, made friends easily, and was popular with the ladies. He had earned himself a full scholarship to the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee, ironically going to school for degrees in human behavior…majoring in Psychology and minoring in Sociology…and it was there that he also refined his killing skills.
The first body was recovered about twenty miles north of Milwaukee, dumped near a little town called Grafton…a young woman who they identified as a prostitute, whose body sliced open and mutilated. Police called it a torture killing, and assumed it might be drug or gang related…until a few weeks later when a second victim turned up, this time a young mother of two who’d resided in a suburb of Milwaukee. There was no connection between the two victims, and no apparent pattern other than both being women. Two months later, another victim was found…this time a sixteen year old boy.
It was then that talk of a serial killer began to appear in the newspapers and on the nightly news. Over the next six months there were two more victims, and the FBI was called in to assist. It didn’t help…Wayne seemed to have an expert knack in covering his trail.
While readying to dispose of his sixth victim, fate seemed to finally go against Wayne. He was pulled over by the highway patrol for a burned out taillight. When the policeman came up to the window, Wayne remained calm, but something about Wayne didn’t sit well with the police officer. He had Wayne get out of the car, and asked him to open his trunk. Wayne feigned compliance…until the proper moment, when the trunk opened and a corpse was revealed. It was then, that Wayne acted, shoving the cop forward and bringing the trunk down atop his skull, knocking him unconscious. Although messy and unplanned, Wayne had found another victim. He dumped the corpse from the trunk and replaced it with the unconscious officer. When the officer awoke, he was stripped naked and tied to a table, becoming victim number seven.
Wayne tortured the officer for two days, with knives, power tools, and other maniacal implements. When the officer finally succumbed to his ghastly wounds, Wayne went upstairs, and on a whim, he found himself standing in front of a full length mirror, admiring how the dead officer’s uniform looked on him. He gathered together the items he’d need to transport and dispose of the body…but when he came back down to the basement, he found the body seemingly alive again, writhing and thrashing against its bonds, gnashing its teeth. The outbreak had started.
Wayne played with the walker in the basement for another day, before discovering that a wound to the brain killed the creature for good.
Over the next two days, the outbreak began to spread, and Wayne was in a state of glee as he watched walkers devouring the human populace on the TV news. Still, he realized eventually he would have to leave Milwaukee…the large city would soon be overrun. He fled, driving west.
Soon, he could hear no more on the radio in his car, and his car ran out of gas. He holed up in an old church, after murdering the priest who resided there. The priest had thought he was a policeman, and trusted Wayne right up until the moment the knife was driven home.
Wayne decided to continue to wear the uniform just for this reason…people looked at him as an authority figure, and trusted him.
Others came to the church, and soon Wayne found himself in a position of being in command of nearly fifty survivors, as people looked to a police officer for help. His natural charisma, combined with his background in psychology and human behavior, gave him the ability to manipulate and control the traumatized survivors. Within days, he had his followers doing whatever it was he asked of him, foregoing their humanity for a false sense of safety. Those who tried to leave were killed, and their items distributed among the others.
The group moved on, travelling to Fort McCoy, finding the military base overrun with walkers. Wayne sacrificed over half the members of his group, but achieved his goal…gathering a large stockpile of supplies, weaponry, fuel, and vehicles. He basically made himself into a warlord figure, and the survivors following him into soldiers bound only by one rule. His rule.
As for Wayne’s view of the apocalypse…he is enjoying it immensely.
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Character Profile: Duncan "Bull" Collins
Appearance: Bull is a intimidatingly large man, standing roughly 6'4" and weighing close to three hundred pounds...most of this pure muscle. Bull is wearing large steel toed combat boots, jeans, stained white tee shirt, an army fatigue jacket. His keeps his head shaved and the most distinctive feature about Bull's face is a large knife scar that trails down the side of his face, from his temple to the bottom of his jaw line. He carries a .44 Magnum, but is most often seen carrying a battered riot shield and a large sledgehammer, which he uses on walkers...but when dealing with humans, he prefers to use the overly large brass knuckles he always carries on him, as well as the steel toed boots.
Back ground: Even before the outbreak, Duncan was not someone to mess with. Duncan was born in Chicago and had a rough childhood. His father was a small time drug dealer, and his mother worked the streets as a prostitute. Duncan was not particularly smart, but he pretty much raised himself, and with the role models he had, it was inevitable that he would make bad choices. At a young age, Duncan suffered terrible rage issues, and was in and out of trouble, spending most of his formative years in juvenile hall for violent crimes...mostly cases of assault and battery, and also theft. As he got older, he earned the nickname "Bull" from his friends for his large size and aggressive nature...and his crimes also got more serious.
At age sixteen, after a long violent crime spree, he was caught and sentenced as an adult to ten years in prison for armed robbery and rape. While inside, he killed two other inmates by beating them to death in a brawl. It was this brawl that scarred his face, one of his opponents using a makeshift blade. Claiming self defense, and due to the fact that his victims were also violent criminals, he did not serve any additional time...although it was argued by some that the severe nature of the injuries given to the dead men was not the work of someone only defending himself.
After his release, he entered the employ of a mid-level loan shark as a bodyguard and enforcer, breaking kneecaps of those who didn't pay up on time...or beating to death those that could not pay back what was owed. He found a sadistic enjoyment in this work. It was during this time frame when the outbreak began.
Bull fled the large city, heading northwest into Wisconsin. Near Madison, he encountered a group of survivors led by a man named Wayne Dobbs. It was not long after joining with them that he became Dobbs's bodyguard and enforcer as well, continuing the line of work he'd left back in Chicago. He is loyal to Dobbs because Dobbs saved his life and saw potential in the brutal Bull. Bull enjoys the relative safety and comfort of their large group, as well as being in a position of authority over the others and getting perks with that position.
Appearance: Bull is a intimidatingly large man, standing roughly 6'4" and weighing close to three hundred pounds...most of this pure muscle. Bull is wearing large steel toed combat boots, jeans, stained white tee shirt, an army fatigue jacket. His keeps his head shaved and the most distinctive feature about Bull's face is a large knife scar that trails down the side of his face, from his temple to the bottom of his jaw line. He carries a .44 Magnum, but is most often seen carrying a battered riot shield and a large sledgehammer, which he uses on walkers...but when dealing with humans, he prefers to use the overly large brass knuckles he always carries on him, as well as the steel toed boots.
Back ground: Even before the outbreak, Duncan was not someone to mess with. Duncan was born in Chicago and had a rough childhood. His father was a small time drug dealer, and his mother worked the streets as a prostitute. Duncan was not particularly smart, but he pretty much raised himself, and with the role models he had, it was inevitable that he would make bad choices. At a young age, Duncan suffered terrible rage issues, and was in and out of trouble, spending most of his formative years in juvenile hall for violent crimes...mostly cases of assault and battery, and also theft. As he got older, he earned the nickname "Bull" from his friends for his large size and aggressive nature...and his crimes also got more serious.
At age sixteen, after a long violent crime spree, he was caught and sentenced as an adult to ten years in prison for armed robbery and rape. While inside, he killed two other inmates by beating them to death in a brawl. It was this brawl that scarred his face, one of his opponents using a makeshift blade. Claiming self defense, and due to the fact that his victims were also violent criminals, he did not serve any additional time...although it was argued by some that the severe nature of the injuries given to the dead men was not the work of someone only defending himself.
After his release, he entered the employ of a mid-level loan shark as a bodyguard and enforcer, breaking kneecaps of those who didn't pay up on time...or beating to death those that could not pay back what was owed. He found a sadistic enjoyment in this work. It was during this time frame when the outbreak began.
Bull fled the large city, heading northwest into Wisconsin. Near Madison, he encountered a group of survivors led by a man named Wayne Dobbs. It was not long after joining with them that he became Dobbs's bodyguard and enforcer as well, continuing the line of work he'd left back in Chicago. He is loyal to Dobbs because Dobbs saved his life and saw potential in the brutal Bull. Bull enjoys the relative safety and comfort of their large group, as well as being in a position of authority over the others and getting perks with that position.
Hope these work for you all...as I said, not introducing these characters in our IC thread until later, but figured would at least give you an idea of what's in store for our current characters in the future...being harried and chased by some VERY bad people.
Feel free to give any constructive criticism or state any ideas you might have pertaining the last couple posts that might improve the story moving forward.
~ Wyld
Feel free to give any constructive criticism or state any ideas you might have pertaining the last couple posts that might improve the story moving forward.
~ Wyld
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I like them and I really hope they don't arrive soon!
Thanks! Glad you liked it....I tried to put quite a bit of thought into him. In the actual show, we've seen people who were formerly good people turn into villains...often wondered how someone who was truly evil BEFORE the outbreak began would handle a zombie apocalypse. Wayne was this thought process explored.
Glad you like them, and no worries...they won't show up until well after our group dynamic is established.
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That is why I made Mathilda a "housewife" ...
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First, I love the characters that you've created wyld! I have a very interesting character that I've created for stories and I've been thinking of posting her here. She'd be an ideal bad guy.. lol
Second.. Ldy, I'm sorry for the little mess up in the rp the other day. I think you and I posted at the same time, and so when I realized it.. I tried to edit it. Now Jessa has to try to smooth things over with Nikki. I was thinking that maybe Jessa could help Nikki with Shadow since she has some CNA training (I thought that would be something she would have done when her mother became really sick. She's no where near a doctor, but she should be pretty good with stitches and things.)
Also, I've read the rp a few times and I was curious if Shadow did get bitten or if it could be a cut that he got while running through the woods or something.
Second.. Ldy, I'm sorry for the little mess up in the rp the other day. I think you and I posted at the same time, and so when I realized it.. I tried to edit it. Now Jessa has to try to smooth things over with Nikki. I was thinking that maybe Jessa could help Nikki with Shadow since she has some CNA training (I thought that would be something she would have done when her mother became really sick. She's no where near a doctor, but she should be pretty good with stitches and things.)
Also, I've read the rp a few times and I was curious if Shadow did get bitten or if it could be a cut that he got while running through the woods or something.
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No worries darlin things like that happen. Besides IRL people don't always do what others think is best. We both survived and she is a bit too worried about Shadow to care about that anymore.
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Okay, I thought I could go ahead and post my villain's bio. I've used this character quite a bit in other things, but I've had to edit it a little to make it fit this. If you all think something needs to be changed, then let me know
-Character Bio-
Name: Valaria Sanders
Age: 19
Appearance: Valaria is barely taller than 5 ft and weighs roughly 110 pounds. She has long black wavy hair and blue/grey eyes that look almost silver. She has pale skin that looks even more pale compared to her black hair. She usually wears really girly clothes like skirts with leggings and boots. When people see her, they usually think she looks innocent, almost angelic,and that's what she wants them to think. In fact, she even wears her hair in pigtail braids a lot in order to make them think that.
Biography: Valaria's father died before she was born, so she only grew up with her mother and stories of her father. Her mother was a devote Catholic and enrolled Valaria in private Catholic schools beginning with pre-k. Valaria hated it and would often times get into trouble in school.
Her mother knew that something was wrong with Valaria from an early age. For starters, she didn't play with dolls the way that most little girls did. She would pull their arms off and stab the dolls with scissors, all the while humming child songs like "I'm a little tea pot." This behavior only worsened when she got older. She would often bring children home from school only to torture them in some way. In her teens she began bringing people home from off the street, "seducing" them into thinking that they were going to get lucky, only to torture them in ways that she had her dolls when she was younger. She especially loved cutting them so that she could taste their blood. She said that she could taste their fear in the blood. Eventually she would get tired of them and leave them tied up for her mother to find. After her victims had died, her mother would get rid of the bodies. She didn't know of any other way to help her daughter.
Valaria's first encounter with a walker was when she came home and found a walker fighting with her mother. At first she just watched what was happening, fascinated by the scene. Her mother saw her standing there and begged her to help. Finally Valaria took a pair of scissors and stabbed the walker in the head. The sight of the blood on the scissors fascinated her, as did the walker itself.
Her mother had gotten bitten in the fight with the zombie, but rather than helping her mother, she tied her mother up so that she could watch her change. She sat down and watched for hours as her mother slowly died then the body revived. She spent a couple of hours playing with the walker, cutting off an ear, tearing off a finger, and even carving the body open in an attempt to see the heart. When she got bored with the walker that had been her mother, she ended it with the scissors also.
She decided to head out into the world, looking for more victims.. for people weren't really people to her.. they were only playthings.. brought on the earth for her enjoyment.
-Character Bio-
Name: Valaria Sanders
Age: 19
Appearance: Valaria is barely taller than 5 ft and weighs roughly 110 pounds. She has long black wavy hair and blue/grey eyes that look almost silver. She has pale skin that looks even more pale compared to her black hair. She usually wears really girly clothes like skirts with leggings and boots. When people see her, they usually think she looks innocent, almost angelic,and that's what she wants them to think. In fact, she even wears her hair in pigtail braids a lot in order to make them think that.
Biography: Valaria's father died before she was born, so she only grew up with her mother and stories of her father. Her mother was a devote Catholic and enrolled Valaria in private Catholic schools beginning with pre-k. Valaria hated it and would often times get into trouble in school.
Her mother knew that something was wrong with Valaria from an early age. For starters, she didn't play with dolls the way that most little girls did. She would pull their arms off and stab the dolls with scissors, all the while humming child songs like "I'm a little tea pot." This behavior only worsened when she got older. She would often bring children home from school only to torture them in some way. In her teens she began bringing people home from off the street, "seducing" them into thinking that they were going to get lucky, only to torture them in ways that she had her dolls when she was younger. She especially loved cutting them so that she could taste their blood. She said that she could taste their fear in the blood. Eventually she would get tired of them and leave them tied up for her mother to find. After her victims had died, her mother would get rid of the bodies. She didn't know of any other way to help her daughter.
Valaria's first encounter with a walker was when she came home and found a walker fighting with her mother. At first she just watched what was happening, fascinated by the scene. Her mother saw her standing there and begged her to help. Finally Valaria took a pair of scissors and stabbed the walker in the head. The sight of the blood on the scissors fascinated her, as did the walker itself.
Her mother had gotten bitten in the fight with the zombie, but rather than helping her mother, she tied her mother up so that she could watch her change. She sat down and watched for hours as her mother slowly died then the body revived. She spent a couple of hours playing with the walker, cutting off an ear, tearing off a finger, and even carving the body open in an attempt to see the heart. When she got bored with the walker that had been her mother, she ended it with the scissors also.
She decided to head out into the world, looking for more victims.. for people weren't really people to her.. they were only playthings.. brought on the earth for her enjoyment.
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Hmmmmmmm....
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Name: Randall Culver
Age: 22
Description: Randall is a pale, sickly looking nerd. He even wears thick glasses (he doesn't need them, but they fit his personality). 5'5" 110lbs red hair freckles pale blue eyes, and so white some people think he's albino.
Bio: Randall grew up reading every book he could get his hands on. From fiction to physics. If it was printed and bound he read it. He finished the non fiction section at his local library by the time he was 9 and started hanging out at the local colleges debating the tenured professors, and usually winning. He had the highest score ever on the MENSA test actually pointing out three questions that had errors in them.
The only thing physical he did in his life was study martial arts. His father felt he would be bullied and forced his son to learn to defend himself. as with everything else he was a fast learner and had earned black belts in 19 different styles of Martial Arts. Preferring to avoid fights he always played meek and weak, only having to fight once in his life killing the larger man...or so he thought.
The man was not breathing and had no pulse as verified by 3 cops, 2 EMT's and the medical examiner. As they investigated the incident the dead man stood up and bit the ME, and started feasting on his flesh. The other cops shot him countless times, but it wasn't until a sniper trained officer made a head shot that the man died again.
More cops arrived and so did several reporters who and another EMT crew. As everyone did their job and the rumors flew the ME stood up and grabbed a cop. The cop who had been there for teh first attack drew his gun to shoot the ME in the head, but his finger found the trigger balsting all 15 rounds into the crowd killing several people. The numbers of undead grew expoentionally.
Jumping into one of the police cars Randall raced off to a local survival store. Running in he maxed out every credit card he had (most of which were dummy accounts anyway since he just hacked in to the system) buying food weapons ammo and anything he thought would be useful, calculating the fall of the human race would take two weeks at most.
For the first week the National Guard kept his hometown safe. Then somehow someone was bit and brought in to the safe zone. Within 6 hours the safezone had more dead than alive walking the streets. Gathering the supplies he had he headed off to the closest military base hoping to find it still secure.
Finding the gates wide open and unguarded, he drove away. Spotting a library he decided to see if it was clear, figuring survivors would be looking for food, and weapons and would pass by a library thinking it had nothing to offer.
Moving in he moved around furniture barricading every door except the fire door which was solid steel and couldn't be opened from the outside. He had enough supplies to last throught the winter, and into the spring. He would spend his days on the roof watching the walkers and survivors struggle.
One day he saw a large group of survivors attack the walkers in the military base. He watched with interest and was surprised to see their casualties were so low. He didn't expect any of them to survive.
He watched as they loaded several vehicles with supplies and began to drive his way. Desperate for social contact he started Ran outside and tried to get the convoy to stop. Soon he was in one of the trucks his remaining gear in the back.
It wasn't until much later he realized the horrile mistake he made. Most of the people were normal folks just trying to stay safe and alive, but those in charge were sociopathic saqdistic animals. More than once he was going to be killed or mutilated by them to satisfy their urges, but he always came up with something to save his lfe, usually at the cost of anothers. He told himself he was justified in sacrificing others, believeing it was only his knowledge that kept them all alive.
He was loyal to Wayne, like an abused dog is loyal to his master. One day he's going to snap, and it'll come without warning.
Age: 22
Description: Randall is a pale, sickly looking nerd. He even wears thick glasses (he doesn't need them, but they fit his personality). 5'5" 110lbs red hair freckles pale blue eyes, and so white some people think he's albino.
Bio: Randall grew up reading every book he could get his hands on. From fiction to physics. If it was printed and bound he read it. He finished the non fiction section at his local library by the time he was 9 and started hanging out at the local colleges debating the tenured professors, and usually winning. He had the highest score ever on the MENSA test actually pointing out three questions that had errors in them.
The only thing physical he did in his life was study martial arts. His father felt he would be bullied and forced his son to learn to defend himself. as with everything else he was a fast learner and had earned black belts in 19 different styles of Martial Arts. Preferring to avoid fights he always played meek and weak, only having to fight once in his life killing the larger man...or so he thought.
The man was not breathing and had no pulse as verified by 3 cops, 2 EMT's and the medical examiner. As they investigated the incident the dead man stood up and bit the ME, and started feasting on his flesh. The other cops shot him countless times, but it wasn't until a sniper trained officer made a head shot that the man died again.
More cops arrived and so did several reporters who and another EMT crew. As everyone did their job and the rumors flew the ME stood up and grabbed a cop. The cop who had been there for teh first attack drew his gun to shoot the ME in the head, but his finger found the trigger balsting all 15 rounds into the crowd killing several people. The numbers of undead grew expoentionally.
Jumping into one of the police cars Randall raced off to a local survival store. Running in he maxed out every credit card he had (most of which were dummy accounts anyway since he just hacked in to the system) buying food weapons ammo and anything he thought would be useful, calculating the fall of the human race would take two weeks at most.
For the first week the National Guard kept his hometown safe. Then somehow someone was bit and brought in to the safe zone. Within 6 hours the safezone had more dead than alive walking the streets. Gathering the supplies he had he headed off to the closest military base hoping to find it still secure.
Finding the gates wide open and unguarded, he drove away. Spotting a library he decided to see if it was clear, figuring survivors would be looking for food, and weapons and would pass by a library thinking it had nothing to offer.
Moving in he moved around furniture barricading every door except the fire door which was solid steel and couldn't be opened from the outside. He had enough supplies to last throught the winter, and into the spring. He would spend his days on the roof watching the walkers and survivors struggle.
One day he saw a large group of survivors attack the walkers in the military base. He watched with interest and was surprised to see their casualties were so low. He didn't expect any of them to survive.
He watched as they loaded several vehicles with supplies and began to drive his way. Desperate for social contact he started Ran outside and tried to get the convoy to stop. Soon he was in one of the trucks his remaining gear in the back.
It wasn't until much later he realized the horrile mistake he made. Most of the people were normal folks just trying to stay safe and alive, but those in charge were sociopathic saqdistic animals. More than once he was going to be killed or mutilated by them to satisfy their urges, but he always came up with something to save his lfe, usually at the cost of anothers. He told himself he was justified in sacrificing others, believeing it was only his knowledge that kept them all alive.
He was loyal to Wayne, like an abused dog is loyal to his master. One day he's going to snap, and it'll come without warning.
Overall, I do like Randall as a character in the villains group. Not ALL the people in that group are monsters...just people left without any better options for survival, doing what they have to. Randall is a great way to show this. I like the fact that he's intelligent...although he would quickly have to learn to tone that down around Wayne, lest be seen as a threat to Wayne's power and influence in the group.
There are a couple things I might suggest adjusting for the sake of realism..but I will leave that up to you, if you choose to do so. Although, to my way of thinking, it may be somewhat unlikely a cerebral character like Randall would have a black belt in martial arts, it is not beyond reason. Even two black belts would not be beyond the realm of impossibility...but nineteen seems like overkill if we're being realistic. A super genius versed in mastery level of nineteen forms of martial arts...Randall sounds like Batman without the muscle tone or suit. I have a hard time believing someone with that kind of skill set would ever be able to be involuntarily coerced into following Wayne...if he wanted to escape, he'd have the skills to do so. Honesly, my own personal opinion would be to lose the martial arts altogether...think he'd make for a more well-rounded character. A good, moral, and intelligent person trapped and dependent upon a group of sadistic killers...inwardly disgusted and terrified at their brutality, but forced to go along and disguise this for fear of losing his life. Looking for a way out, but not having an option of one, doing whatever it takes to survive...compelling stuff.
Not trying to be nitpicky here, or tell you what to do, so hope I am not coming off that way, and don't want you to feel like I am insulting you or questioning your creativity...in the end, it's totally your call. It's your character. Either way, like I said, think Randall will be a great addition to the story. Just trying to offer constructive criticism... I'd hope that anyone here would feel comfortable enough to do the same for me. That's the best thing about this OOC thread...the ability to give feedback.
There are a couple things I might suggest adjusting for the sake of realism..but I will leave that up to you, if you choose to do so. Although, to my way of thinking, it may be somewhat unlikely a cerebral character like Randall would have a black belt in martial arts, it is not beyond reason. Even two black belts would not be beyond the realm of impossibility...but nineteen seems like overkill if we're being realistic. A super genius versed in mastery level of nineteen forms of martial arts...Randall sounds like Batman without the muscle tone or suit. I have a hard time believing someone with that kind of skill set would ever be able to be involuntarily coerced into following Wayne...if he wanted to escape, he'd have the skills to do so. Honesly, my own personal opinion would be to lose the martial arts altogether...think he'd make for a more well-rounded character. A good, moral, and intelligent person trapped and dependent upon a group of sadistic killers...inwardly disgusted and terrified at their brutality, but forced to go along and disguise this for fear of losing his life. Looking for a way out, but not having an option of one, doing whatever it takes to survive...compelling stuff.
Not trying to be nitpicky here, or tell you what to do, so hope I am not coming off that way, and don't want you to feel like I am insulting you or questioning your creativity...in the end, it's totally your call. It's your character. Either way, like I said, think Randall will be a great addition to the story. Just trying to offer constructive criticism... I'd hope that anyone here would feel comfortable enough to do the same for me. That's the best thing about this OOC thread...the ability to give feedback.
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feistyphoenix
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Thinking of joining you guys but can't decide what sort of character to write. Suggestions?
At this point, we're still having new folks in the first group...the villain group has not been introduced yet in the IC thread. Guess were it up to me, would wanna see something other than the stereotypical "kick ass zombie killer" kind of survivor. After a year after the outbreak, assuming everyone has some fighting ability, and can handle themselves and hold their own...but every character wading through a zombie horde matter-of-factly killing walkers like it's routine? No...not my thing, I guess. Would prefer more realism and diversity than that. We have a few soldier types...assuming they are going to provide the bulk of security to the group. As for my character, Nick is by no means a soldier, but is familiar with the area, and before the outbreak he was an avid hunter, so would be good at providing food if need be. We have two in group with some medical knowledge, and one with some know how in mechanics. Best choice of a character that would fit well...think of a skill not shown the group thus far that would be really helpful in a survival scenario, and build a profile around it...that would be my suggestion.
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Alright, i'll think on it and post something soon.
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I fully expect Wayne to beat his ass on a regular basis. Pissed about how smart this scrawny little shit is. But Wayne is smart enough to know that without Randalls knowledge, and skills... that the group would be a lot worse off and he just might not be in charge or alive.
I wanted him to be able to fight, but he only does if he has no other choice. The number 19 just popped into my head and I do agree it is a bit extreme. I might change that to 4 or 5. From when I was studing Martial Arts many styles are very similiar and if you study one for years, you can quickly advance in others since you have knowledge and skills.
Randal does have a photographic memory and an obsessive personality so when he starts to learn something he learns every facet of the subject. That's why I went a bit extreme with his martial arts training.
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Just don't shoot me in the back again.
Getting tired of losing conciosness everytime we interact.
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Just don't shoot me in the back again.
then stop stealing my shit!
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happy holidays
Hey guys and gals
Just thought I'd say happy Thanksgiving to rhr American ppl here and happy holidays to all those international friends.
Hey guys and gals
Just thought I'd say happy Thanksgiving to rhr American ppl here and happy holidays to all those international friends.
I'm really looking forward to when we add the villainous group...I see a ton of fun roleplay possibilities!
Wayne is on an equal playing field when it comes to intelligence with Randall, but he also has a knack for playing on people's weaknesses. Before the outbreak, Wayne was able to lure victims in the past by playing upon their trust, and then attacking when they were at their most vulnerable...no one ever saw the monster until it was too late. The only person I could see Wayne revealing his true nature to in the group, is Valaria...simply because she is just as much of a monster as HE is. Even Bull doesn't know what Wayne really is. However, given Randall's intelligence, I'd not be surprised if he would have figured out Wayne's true nature.
One of the things I really liked about Randall is that you alluded he has had a bit of a problem with low self esteem in the past, previously being bullied before learning martial arts. I am guessing that is still present to some degree inside Randall, which is one of the reasons why Wayne is able to still manipulate him to some degree...sometimes berating, other times rewarding, playing on the self esteem to get what he wants. Almost treating Randall like a favorite house pet at times. One that can do plenty of tricks.
I could see him liking to keep Randall around for a few different reasons. One, being as intelligent as Wayne is, he probably likes the fact that there is someone he can relate to on an intellectual level as equal. Randall's wide knowledge base definitely comes in handy...another thing they have in common...although different experiences produce different knowledge bases. Wayne would definitely try to take advantage of that...the things he isn't familiar with, almost certainly Randall will know. Between the two of them, I couldn't see much they couldn't handle, as far as gathering information.
Wayne is not a fighter...he's had to kill walkers, but he has no specialized combat training, and has never OPENLY killed another human. He's never had that need. (That's why he keeps Bull around...to handle any physical threats to him.) Because of this, although Wayne might psychologically torture Randall, he'd never attack Randall PHYSICALLY...at least not until he decides that he wants Randall to die...but I can't see that happening for quite some time, unless Wayne feels threatened by Randall.
I could see Bull not liking Randall very well. Bull has always been a bit of a bully and a thug. Bull would look at him as a bookworm and a wuss, given his overall general appearance, and also see Randall as a threat to his position. Bull would be the person that Randall would most need to worry about harming him, at present.
In fact, many in the group don't actually see Wayne as an "alpha" leader type...they know he's a leader, but some see him as more of an advisor. He actually delegates most of his commands to Bull to give to the others if they are straight up orders. Bull is just as much of a victim of this manipulation as anyone else. If someone doesn't like what they're being told to do, their ire typically falls on Bull, not Wayne. All problems go through Bull first. Wayne never feels any backlash. Wayne wants to be seen by the group as a benevolent savior. Bull is the "get it done" guy.
Most of the violence in the group is Wayne manipulating others to do violent acts...a suggestive verbal push here, a random comment there...all the while, the people he is manipulating think they are making their own decisions. They're like puppets on a string...and Wayne is silently is in a state of glee, watching their ethics and morality diminish bit by bit. He's creating monsters like himself...and it's been very effective. If Randall is seeing this, and realizing what Wayne is doing, I have no doubts that Randall will eventually try to escape...
