EMP {literate roleplay}

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 4:28 PM

You're alone; well, at least you thought you were. Running away from the inevitable - that's what you're trying to do. Then it happened. The EMP. Electromagnetic Pulse. It swept through the land of the US, leaving a trail of death wherever it went. But, of the few who did survive, they were categorized into two groups; the spared, and the brain-zapped.

The EMP made some you adults/kids brain go haywire, making them become cannibalistic zombies. Those who survived, and never became a "zombie" are called the spared. The EMP also makes all electronics (even those who run on battery) go dead, literally.

You want to make it to the west coast, where a small town of the spared has grown. The town's called Rule. Rule is tightly strict; young adults must have an escort when going through town, security is high; almost everybody carries a weapon of some-sort, and they are always looking for the spared; they will go and take them from the hands of the brain-zapped if they needed to.

But, will you make it there? Or will you end up dead by illness, harsh weather, or the cannibals? Who knows anymore. The military won't help anybody but themselves; it's every man for himself now. And let me tell you, the zombies aren't our only problems now.

Deleted • 1 December 2012 at 4:35 PM

Rules:
~No godmodding - only take control of your own character
~Only 1 character max. No exceptions.
~No cursing, foul language, ect. You know what I mean.
~Use proper grammar, so use puncuation/capitalization when needed.
~And of course, follow ECs rules
~No Mary Sues. Everybody has flaws.

Forum (ping whispers, not connor)

Name (full; first, middle, and last):
Gender:
Appearance (no clothing, but include a detailed description so role-players can easily create an image in their head of what's going on):
Personality (detailed please, and people can't be perfect):
Skills:
Flaws (everybody, yes, even you, has them):
History (needed so we can know what is the inevitable that your character is running from):

#EMP
Note: This roleplay is based on the book Ashes by Ilsa J. Bick.

You may post 😊

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 4:48 PM

My character
Name: Claria Jade Felmar
Gender: Female
Age: 14 1/2
Appearance: Average height girl with a slight build and lightly tanned skin. Her blonde hair is thin and falls to around her shoulders when down, but most of the time, she has it in a side braid. Her face is in the shape of an oval, and she has a tiny nose dead center of her face. Her cheeks are dotted with freckles which are right beneath her icy blue eyes. Her arms are plastered with freckles as well, and her fingers are somewhat skinny, but they're not skin and bones. She has a small torso; her legs make up her height.
Personality: Claria isn't shy at all. She isn't afraid to state her opinion on something; good or bad. At times, she will be stubborn as a mule, and she'll refuse to do almost anything. But, at other times, she's a sweet little angel. And when she's angered, you won't know until you are faced with her revenge.
Skills: She's a good horsewoman, archer (she took classes and has a hunting license), and the arts.
Flaws: Tends to assume things too quickly when very little information is given. And she was socially awkward and doesn't have many friends.
History: As child of abusive parents, her parents, obviously, hated her. Their other child they loved (at least is seemed that way). At age 14, she had enough of it. She tried her best to do good in school, with no support of help from home. But, she had decided to run away.

Deleted • 1 December 2012 at 5:19 PM

Would you like to join? 😊
@takatheeducatedkid
@cotton
@hedwig68
@silver_winged
@chapus2009

takaedakumi • 1 December 2012 at 5:43 PM

@whispers

Name: Leonardo Maximillion Gelinger
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: Average height for a 13-year old boy, has semi-long, dirty, greasy, brown hair which hangs over his dark brown eyes and covers them about halfway. His skin is very pale and he's quite thin. His nails remain untrimmed to a point where they are bitten down. His head is oval-ish but gets slightly pointy towards the chin.
Personality: Devious and deceitful, doesn't trust many. He really doesn't care about his appearance and he enjoys creeping people out. He has no problem playing pranks on adults. Leonardo despises adults. Prefers the name Leo over his full name, Leonardo.
Skills: Scheming, climbing, running, hiding and being creepy.
Flaws: Likes, sweets and dangerous things, can't bring himself to play pranks on little girls, has low self-esteem and hates being pitied. He is very mentally unstable due to trauma.
History: Leonardo lost his mother and father when the EMP went off and ended up being taken in by an abusive elder woman, whom he murdered so he could run away. He has no goal in life besides finding somewhere that people will stop pitying him.

seaangel • 1 December 2012 at 6:18 PM

@whispers

Name: Summer Jade Carter
Gender: Female
Age: 13

Appearance: Summer has honey colored hair that reaches her shoulders and hazel eyes. Her skin is fairly normal, and dotted with very light freckles. Over all she has a very pretty, natural appearance. Summer is about average height for her age.

Personality: Summer is a very quiet girl that seems to be weak and fragile at first look. Though, if you a get a closer look, you can tell that though she may look weak she is quite strong and has a kind heart. Summer likes to help others, and is really shy. She often seems to be in her own world, space.

Skills: Summer seems to know every kind of healing herb know to man, and when and how to use it. She's great in first aid.

Flaws: Summer is very shy and she has no idea how to control it. Due to this, she has little to no friends.

History: Summer's father left when she was around three, leaving her mother in huge debt. She ended up living with her grand parents and went to private school. Summer had never lived a happy life, because she was always picked on because of her shyness. After the EMP went off they all survived, but she was the only not to have a warped mind. Summer left, and is now traveling to the west coast.

silver_winged • 1 December 2012 at 7:56 PM

@connor
Thanks so much for the offer, but I have a few too many roleplays on my plate right now to join a new one. :c So sorry. But again, thanks for the ping.

jupiter_hollow • 1 December 2012 at 8:51 PM

Name: Anya Yovovich Stalinskaya
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: First and foremost striking is the face. Anya resembles a porcelain doll with her unblemished fair skin and perfect features. Two sharp eyebrow archs, softly shaped (but dull) ice-blue eyes, striking pink lips and highlighted cheekbones. Flawlessly wavy hair falling to the middle of her back, in a foreignly light blonde color (resembling platinum blonde, but even lighter, nearly white). The perfecton continues to around her shoulders, where porcelain doll Anya seems to morph into a well-built, strong woman. Height of 6'1. Gentle, but strong shoulders and slightly lean arms. Not overly generous physique maturity-wise, but not too poor either. An rough hour-glass figure, with curved, but natty legs continuing below. A few scars marring her skin mainly on her limbs. As expected, the tightly built body looks disporportional to her face, but makes her no less attractive.
Personality: Best described as cold. Mainly stands out with nonchalancy towards the entire 'apocalyptic' virus. Pays no attention to the casualties taken, whether it be by her hand or from the disease. Critical towards imperfection, flaws or weakness - anything not in her taste, she tends to shun. Ready to burn one alive for their sins if they so much as attempt to question her authority. Generally calm and collected, master problem-solver, logical thinker and strategist in every aspect of her life. Situations not under her full control are categorized as dangerous.
Skills: Experienced with any kind of firearms, heavy artillery. Unmistakable aim.
Flaws: Scars - Bullet wound dotting her stomach - three full holes and one scrape. Numerous A long, thick gash extending from her collarbone to the tip of her shoulder, then continuing down to her forearm. Most noteable is probably her left arm. the limb is covered in numerous scratches and fading scars, that thicken towards her forearm, where her hand is replaced by a metallic substitute. Personality-wise, she is flawed as well. Shortly referred to as a control freak - when not in control of everything, Anya either protests or takes things into her own hands regardless on other opinions.
History: Born and raised in Russia. As a young military trainee Anya excells in warfare and once the virus starts spreading, she is sent to help. Her troops are destroyed, however. She still continues forth with her mission, regardless on being a one-woman-army.
#VCharacter

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 9:23 PM

@takatheeducatedkid
I love Leo! He reminds me so much of a character in a book I read. But you forgot the "skills" part 😸

@seaangel
Accepted.

@silver_winged
It's okay, just thought I would offer.

@jupiter_hollow
Anya is one tough cookie. I like it 😊

seaangel • 1 December 2012 at 9:26 PM

@whispers
When can we start?? Just wondering.

jupiter_hollow • 1 December 2012 at 9:29 PM

@whispers She fits the roleplay 😋 It's a zombie apocalypse, so there's gotta be soldiers, right? ^^

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 9:29 PM

@seaangel We can start now ^-^ You wanna begin?
@jupiter_hollow
@takatheeducatedkid

cotton • 1 December 2012 at 9:36 PM

@whispers Sure! 😊

Name: Blanche Guinevere Maddox
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Blanche stands relatively short for her age at 5 feet, 4 inches. She has slightly tan skin with a very small amount of light freckles splashed across her nose. Her wavy, tangled brunette hair falls to her lower back. Blanche's eyes are intriguing; deep blue irises with an almost black rim, large, almond-shaped eyes. She has pale lips and a normal-sized, slightly upturned nose. Blanche would fall under the thin category with a a fairly straight physique, small waist, and pretty average looking legs. She has a small circular scar on the inner ankle of her right leg.
Personality: Blanche is hard to make friends with. She generally does not trust people and tends to be independent. However, she is extremely close to the friends she does make and is willing to do anything for them. Blanche is loud, outgoing, and tends to be rude to people she doesn't trust. At first, she seems shy, but really Blanche is the exact opposite.
Skills: Good with daggers, swords, knives, bows and arrows. Pretty much anything with a sharp end. Knows how to heal fairly well but is not experienced.
Flaws: Her outgoing personality tends to repel certain people, and when she speaks to her enemies, she only makes the situation worse. Blanche is one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet.
History: Her parents abandoned her as a baby, so she was raised in an orphanage in which she ran away from at age seven. Blanche now moves constantly because of the EMP, but not to homes. Her current 'home' is the highest floor in a vacant hotel in New York City. From there, she makes weapons and attempts to break her way out and to the West Coast.

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 9:41 PM

@cotton
Ooh! Nice, accepted ;D

cotton • 1 December 2012 at 9:41 PM

@whispers Yay, thanks! ^.^ When will we start?

seaangel • 1 December 2012 at 9:44 PM

@whispers Sure, I'll begin.
@jupiter_hollow
@takatheeducatedkid
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There was a heavy panting as a girl, no older then thirteen, rested from running. Her honey hair was matted to her face from sweat. The abandoned buildings of the what use to be active city was now partly destroyed, and lifeless.

"Don't look back Summer, they're gone." There was a moan from behind and the girl turned head around. Summer started to run again.

whispers • 1 December 2012 at 9:56 PM

@cotton Now. We start now.
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Claria ran while sweat beaded up atop her forehead. The zombie was coming after her. She thought she was safe in that abandoned home. Guess not, huh? She kept running though, even with all her thoughts blazing through her mind.

She took a peek back. Those brain-zapped kids were gaining on her -- fast, quite fast actually. She had to step up her game. A tree with branches she could easily pull herself up onto came into sight. She then jumped, grasped the branch in her hands, and pulled herself up quickly. Then she began to scale the tree; to get as high as she could. As far away from those zombies as she could.

"God darn it," she heavily panted, "Those brain-zaps are pretty quick on their feet for being crazy."

Claria decided to stay in the tree till those brain-dead zombies got too hungry or cold. She reached into her fanny pack and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper; her birth certificate. Sadly her name was on there as the children of her two parents. With a sigh, she placed the paper back in her bag. And tried to get some rest.

cotton • 1 December 2012 at 10:41 PM

@seaangel Ok.

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Blanche slammed the door and carefully slid the locks in, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She pushed in three bolts and shoved one of the old loveseats against the wooden door.

Her boots, lined with stuffing from one of the hotel's many mattresses, padded silently against the tile floor of the suite's kitchen. Panting, Blanche pulled three apples, a jar of peanut butter, a half eaten loaf of bread, and three bottles of water from her backpack. Quite a good load for the day, considering she only ran into one zombie.

Blanche flopped onto the well worn bed and continued to sharpen the spear she had made earlier from a wooden floorboard in the hotel. Although she hoped she never would have to use it, there were several times Blanche would need it in the destroyed city.

takaedakumi • 2 December 2012 at 11:49 AM

@whispers I could swear I put that part in... I must have erased it by accident. -_- Anyway, I fixed it. Going to start now, if that's okay. ^^

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@cotton
@whispers
@seaangel
@jupiter_hollow

Leo walked quietly through the forest. He had nothing but a beat up old military backpack that his father had given to him a long time ago. It was filled with supplies and random junk that he liked to keep. He didn't care that all he was wearing was his dirty set of clothes he ran away in. He didn't care that zombies would chase him. He was always good at hiding and running from people.

As he walked, Leo heard noises. Snapping tree branches and zombie moans. They were far off in the distance though. He knew there was a small town that way. When he would try and run from home, that town was as far as he could get before his foster mother found him. He scrunched his face and frowned at the thought of her, then smiled when he remembered how he was free now, to do whatever he wanted.

seaangel • 2 December 2012 at 4:25 PM

@takatheeducatedkid
@cotton
@jupiter_hollow
@whispers
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Summer tripped and grabbed the gun on her left side. After a few shots the moaning that was after her, stopped. The girl up and started walking, a bit of a limp to her step that wasn't noticeable.

There was a shake of branches and she went towards it. She bit her lower lip and watch as the girl scurried up the tree and wait for the brain zaps to leave.

whispers • 2 December 2012 at 7:08 PM

@seaangel @takatheeducatedkid @jupiter_hollow @cotton

Gunshots. She heard gunshots. Either it was the spared, or the zombies got guns. She hoped it was the spared. She wanted it to be them. The brain-zaps will be unstoppable if they got hold of firearms. Still hearing the moaning below her, she slipped her bow and arrow from her backpack. She pulled back on the string, aiming at the zombies below her.

She winced at the thought of killing...something, not somebody. She let out a gasp, and released the string. Instantaneously, the arrow flung into the zombie's chest; fortunately, killing it. Quickly, she felt light headed. Her face grew pale and cold. Using her instinct, she tied herself to the tree; so she wouldn't fall.

While she was laying on the branch, dazed, she heard leaves crumpling. But the pattern of while the foot of whatever hit them was organized, not like the disorganized run of the brain zaps. She opened her eyes to gaze at her blurry surroundings. There was another girl, not a zombie, walking towards her tree. Her heart fluttered, she hadn't seen any real person in weeks. She began to untie herself from the tree.

seaangel • 2 December 2012 at 7:21 PM

@whispers @takatheeducatedkid @jupiter_hollow @cotton
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Summer took a step back behind a building, only peeking out to see if the person was still going to untie herself from the tree. She hated being shy, but didn't know how to over power it. This was the first person she had seen since the outbreak happened.

whispers • 2 December 2012 at 7:51 PM

@seaangel @takatheeducatedkid @cotton @jupiter_hollow

She became quite baffled. Why would she just turn away like that? Did she think she was a zombie? She shrugged and shook her head, and continued to untie her self. Once she wrapped the rope and placed it in her sack, she began to crawl down the tree.

She began to make her way over to the girl hiding. She tried to be loud, but organized, so the girl would know she wasn't one of the zombies.

"You still there?" Claria mumbled, loud enough to be heard. "I'm not gonna eat your guts, I'm normal." She laughed a bit, she always made herself laugh at random times.

takaedakumi • 2 December 2012 at 7:53 PM

@seaangel
@whispers

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Leo approached the area, being cautious as he did so, to make sure it wasn't brain-zapped that came out on top. He was relieved to find two girls- perfectly sane people. It was comforting to him, a little. Still, he wasn't quite sure how to introduce himself. After all, Leo wasn't exactly... a people person. Not to mention he probably looked a lot like a zombie. Also, he wasn't completely sure these kids were harmless.

Just then, as he was thinking to himself, he hiccuped loudly. It was the dry, painful and random kind, the kind that only goes away after you hold your breath for ages. He breathed in and kept his mouth shut, hoping these kids didn't hear him, and that the hiccups would pass quickly as they had come.

whispers • 2 December 2012 at 8:01 PM

@takatheeducatedkid
@seaangel

Claira snapped her head up, looking behind her, when she heard the hiccup. She, with her dirty mind, laughed, but didn't reveal why. She only smirked over to this guy. He seemed like this character that she'd read in a book before. Well, at least he looked like him.

Without thinking, she blurted out, "Sage, is that really you?" They oddly stared at her, but she continued laughing. "Sorry, you just remind me of somebody."

hay7199 • 2 December 2012 at 8:10 PM

Name: Samantha Ember Flain
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Sam has gray dull-like eyes but they always seem to spark. Her face is pale and doesnt match good at all with her blood read lips. Her hair is a light blonde color and always held back in a pony-tail that reaches her mid-back. She is about 5"8 and is skinny. She has one dimple on her left cheek and she has chipped nailpolish that is violet. She has a hair clip holding her bangs back.
Personality: She is very smart, with n IQ of 3.9 (Because of the A- she had in Arithmatic) and she always tries to dumb herself down to some extent. She seems to always be Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes and make others feel less superior to her, she might seem frigile but will easily go into a passion if prevoked. Her mind goes blank alot and she doesnt remeber what happened only moments before. She isnt one to 'try' and start a fight. But her pride usually gets in the way of her sences. Never the less, she try's her best to make good chioce's though her pride usually blinds her of it.
Skills: She isnt the best with a gun, but can handle a sword like a pro, she took karate in the 7th grade, so she is well prepaired to fight without a wepon considering her flexibility.
Flaws: She is prideful and it clouds her judgement, and she cant handle a gun, or bow, or daggers, or any other long range wepon. She is more of a hand-to-hand combat kind of girl.
History: After growing up in a wealthy household, she had everything she ever wished for. After both her parents(Margret and Jackson) and her siblings (Michel(The boy) and Micheal(The girl) ) began to grow very ill, she left. Not wanting to see them die. She left, walked until her legs felt like jelly. Her body bearly able to hold up. She kept walking, soon making it to a town that was heavily guarded.
@Whispers

takaedakumi • 2 December 2012 at 8:11 PM

@seaangel
@whispers

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"I don't read..." Leo said in a low voice, coming out of his hiding place. "I assume neither of you have-" he hiccuped, disrupting his sentence, "any place to stay..."

Leo didn't like being made fun of, or having these ridiculous hiccups. He wished he had ignored the noises now. Maybe they had something worthwhile though, that they were willing to share- he would have to be polite enough though, these were girls.

whispers • 2 December 2012 at 8:12 PM

@hay7199
I like it, but the history confuses me. There is no virus o.O

seaangel • 2 December 2012 at 8:15 PM

@takatheeducatedkid
@whispers
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Summer stepped out and nodded. She quickly turned her head to a hiccup noise, hand going toward her gun on the left side. Her eyes filled with worry, but she didn't go check it out.

whispers • 2 December 2012 at 8:22 PM

@takatheeducatedkid
@seaangel

"You can stay with me," she sighed, "You and that girl are the only humans I've seen in a couple of weeks."

She turned back to the girl. She put her weapons on the ground, and looking at Leo to do the same.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Can I at least just see your face?"