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The world has ended.

Actually, it was only humanity that was destroyed, but it's seen as the same by most, right? The cause, was an outbreak of an unidentifiable disease, which was very poorly handled, and eventually caused the downfall of society and of civilization as we know it.

The reason why wasn't because it was a deadly disease that somehow killed off everyone, but because it was, and is, a horribly contagious disease that turns everything that is infectes into terrifying, muderous monsters. The disease-affectionately nicknamed 'The Itch' because of the terribly persistent and infuriating itching, which is the first symptom, is a not very enjoyable and long process which turns any humans(and certain species of animals) into malformed freaks that retain their human consciousness, that have all control of their bodies taken away from them. They do have free control as long as they ate not around living, moving creatures, though it certainly does nothing to help. They're constantly in pain and are still itching, who have to deal with the fact their bodies have (in most cases]changed into something complete alien.

The remaining people are scattered across the world, searching for somewhere safe, and infection free(which is unbelievably unlikely.) There are plenty of designated 'safe zones' where only those decided by the new government are allowed to stay there and live, meaning; Doctors, Military, Scientists, and the very rare immune, or those who managed to somehow recover from the Illness(Though they are obviously experimented on)

It's been Twenty years since the Outbreak, and the remaining survivors are now used to their constant battle for survival. How long will they manage to hold on, though?



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Info I feel is important:

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Application:

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Accepted Characters:

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Name: Tatsuya Harima
Age: 19
Gender, if any: Male
Occupation: Nomad
Height: 5'10"
Race: Human
Weapon: Snipers and Pistols
Personality: Very distant and untrusting. In all reality, hes really soft and is easily afraid.
Appearance:
History: tbrpd bc im tired
Other: nah
Questions or Concerns: nah

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Name: Selinia Kräkalenge

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Occupation: Survivor

Height: 5'6"

Race: Human

Weapon: A massive double barreled elephant gun named "Preacher", which can chamber both shotgun shells and 50. bullets. When using shells its max range is under fifty feet, and while the 50. bullets can travel much farther it is difficult to hit anything from long range. She has a Webley Mk IV Revolver as her secondary weapon. She also carries two large hunting knives

Personality: Honestly, she can be a real b*tch. She could care less about other people's problems, freely stealing from other survivors and looting corpses. In her mind, you should live what life you have left for yourself. She is quite the flirt, and is always trying to get into some other survivors pants. Given her habit of killing any romantic partners she takes, she has taken to calling herself "Mantis". She's not all bad though. In fact, as long as you don't piss her off, she is usually quite agreeable.

Appearance:

History: Selinia was quite young when the infection broke out. She never had a family so it wasn't like she had lost anyone. She had been living in an old abandoned warehouse for a few months. The outbreak didn't effect her life very much, except for giving her another enemy to look out for. One day another survivor stumbled upon her in her home. He tied her up, took everything she owned and left. She sat there for six hours, wondering if this was the end. But it got worse. The man eventually came back, a long cloth bundle strapped to his back. He set up camp there that night. Later in the evening he loosened her bonds slightly. The look on his face told her what he was planning to do. By some miracle she was able to kick free of his grip. She tripped over the bundle as the man started after her. In the cloth was a truly massive gun. In four seconds it was done. The kickback ended up dislocating her shoulder, tossing aside like a ragdoll. The thing gave a sermon to shake the heavens, and the man lost most of his torso. As Selinia lay in pain, she stared at the bleeding corpse. She couldn't help but think it was beautiful, the shimmering red pouring from the tear. She was a changed girl after that. Taking the mans things, she left the old building, ready to kill. She moved about for many years, never staying to long in one place, her only friend being the ragged old Preacher. Whatever she needs, she steals. Whoever gets in her way, she kills.

Other: She has an extreme phobia of rain, refusing to go out in it even if her life is in danger.

Questions or Concerns: Nope

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(Both are accepted!

Also tfw u forget to suscribe to ur own rp)

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Name: Lan Yurixuzaca

Age: 10

Gender, if any: Female

Occupation: Survivor

Height: 4'0" (might change this If too tall for her age)

Race: Human

Weapon: A small knife (the weakest weapon ever)

Personality: a bit Quiet, but not because she is shy, it is because she is awkward at conversations and fears being the one that many people laugh of, It's not easy to gain her trust. She is really nice with her friends, but mysterious and a bit coward with strangers

Appearance:

History: she and her parents were going to (insert location name here) for vacation, then the infection broke out, her parents ran away and forgot about her behind, she still has hope of finding them and check if the whole world was infected

Other: nopez

Questions or Concerns:

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I only have a few concerns,
Firstly i'd really perfer if you used a more, discriptive picture for her appearance//

Also, being 'the most vulnerable' probably wouldn't work out unless she's being protected by a large group, and even then, plenty of people are probably more vulnerable.
Like babies,

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Edited


Also, I might take some time doing the descriptive pic

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I'll accept it uwu

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Name: Wallace

Age: 16

Gender, if any: Male

Occupation: Scaredycat Wanderer

Height: 5'4

Race: Human

Weapon: his legs. he runs away all the time None. Sometimes if he's really in danger he'll pick up a rock or something and bash the scary thing with it.

Personality: He's kind of a wimp. He's not very strong and he knows he's not very strong so most of his time spent is running around being terrified of everything. Despite his wimpiness, he is kind of good at encouraging other people to fight on (yeah, he's just there for moral support).

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History: He had a fine life until people started getting Infected, then he had to run away and has been running ever since. If anything, he's grateful he was one of the fastest kids on his track team.

Other: Nothing I can think of.

Questions or Concerns: Nah man I hope I don't kill this RP like I kill everything else ;w;

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Name: Sharon

Age: 17

Gender, if any: Female

Occupation: Wanderer

Height: 5'6

Race: Human

Weapon: She was lucky enough to have a grandfather who was a gunman. She carries around three semi-automatic pistols (though she isn't skilled enough to shoot two at once, she finds it more comforting to have more than one gun on hand in case she loses one for some reason).

Personality: She is pretty irritable and she isn't afraid to pull a gun on someone if they start to annoy her (she makes a point to only shoot if she's in danger, though, and only uses this as a warning). Her fiery personality has gotten her into quite a few sticky situations, and getting out of them has only boosted her ego. She will go on for hours about the various battles she's faced and survived.

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History: She was left on her own at 14 years old when her father and grandfather got infected. After they showed obvious signs of infection, Sharon packed up her things and left immediately. This impacted her in a very negative way and she began to run from anything. As time went on, she forced herself to get stronger and put her knowledge of handling guns to use.

Other: She's been learning about guns since she was eight and shooting them since she was twelve.

Questions or Concerns: Nahh.

Accepted!

(Though bashing a monster w/a rock is probably a bad idea'')

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Thanks~

(Probably >.< but hey, at least he's resourceful kind of)

(Finally finished the appearance ;w;)

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when can we start :0

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(We can totally start now, if you guys want ;w;)

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(okok we should qwq)

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Sabitsuki sighed quietly, staring intensely into the scope of her gun before she sat up a bit, popping her back as she stretched. She glanced behind her, where Hachi sat, wagging his tail as soon as she looked at him. "How much longer are they gonna be in there.." she sighed, once again looking through her sight, aimed at an old convince store below. She'd been ordered to guard the entrance while the rest of her group gathered supplies, but it seemed like ages since they'd gone inside. "They better hurry soon. The boss, and everyone else, won't like it if we make him wait too long." She murmured.

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Tatsuya: //he wandered down an alley way armed with one of his pistols. He leaned up against a wall panting rather heavily, trying to catch his breath considering he was being chased by somebody who was infected. He held his fire arm close to his chest trying not to let his guard down. He hoped to make it into the nearby convenience store that was quite literally less than 10 meters away from his current position.

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Wallace minced through the streets of an old city, staying alert and jumping at every sound. The young boy gingerly stepped over a small pile of trash long past inedible. In the mound he could distinctly make out some apple cores, greying with mold. This pile was rat's food; there was nothing he could possibly pick out that would cease the grumbling in his stomach. With a soft, almost shaky, sigh, he continued through the streets quickly.

Sharon was resting in an abandoned building. She leaned against a chunk of debris with one leg crossed over the other, her arms supporting her head. The woman seemed almost too relaxed for an apocalypse. Sharon carefully glanced around through half-lidded eyes. The stranded building had once been a small shop, but now it was stripped of anything useful it might have had and had started to fall apart at the seams.

Sabitsuki froze as she noticed movement from the corner of her eye, quickly moving her position to see a boy, who seemed to be breathing heavily. "Well, it probably means he was running from one of them, or he's already Infected himself.." she murmured, taking aim at the other while Hachi started growling. She'd need to warn the others, and nothing else would be quicker than a gunshot. She moved her aims slightly, shooting the wall close to the boy before she looked towards their truck- she'd probably need to drive it over there, and quickly.

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Tatsuya: //he jumped at the sound of the gun shot and how close it came to contacting him. Out of instinct, he took his gun and pointed it where the bullet had come from. He saw the girl and her dog from where they were perched. He cautiously made his way closer to them, his pistol still readied for just in case.

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