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@EtherealDreamer


"The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time
Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age"


The world is in shambles. A disease created by the US government has been unleashed on the world. The disease's official name is influenza deluxia, otherwise known to the American citizens as the Deluxe Flu.


"Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face say they find it hard
And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise
The humor's not the same, coming from denial"


A percentage of 90 citizens are affected by the Deluxe Flu, and they die.
It is up to the survivors to keep the world from being a murdering den for the physcopaths left over from the flu?
The apocalypse has started, the remaining healthy citizens will have to decide if they are to attempt to rebuild society, but first they have to find other survivors.


"Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age"


Rules:

1.) Please respect other people in this RP, your character can be a dick, but not you, or im going to have to respectfully ask you to extract yourself from this roleplay.
2.) Respect other's triggers and avoid self harm of any kind, for example, don't make your character just outright slit their wrists. But if they have a bullet lodged in their thigh, they could use a knife to dig it out, because that is not self harm.


"Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come
The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind"


Character Template:

Name:
Nicknames (if any):
Age:
Appearance:
Clothing style:
Preferred Weapon:
Career Before Flu:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Other:


"Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge
Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age"


Character List:

Lukas β€œLucky” Devereaux, 21
Ariella β€œElla” Karrington, 22
Lucas β€œLuke” Davenport, 21
Alastor β€œAl” Griffin, 23
Veronica β€œRonnie” Ricci, 20
William β€œLiam” Baird, 14
Donevan β€œDevon/Dev” Ward, 20
Junifer β€œJune” Ward, 16


@EtherealDreamer

(yes to both! Just submit your characters whenever. And if you think someone might like to join this, pitch the idea to them if you want.)

@Davadio emoji_events

Name: Lukas Devereaux
Nicknames: Lucky
Age: 21
Appearance: Lucky is roughly 5'8"/1.7m tall and weighs around 135lbs/61kg. He's lean but not skinny, and has disproportionately large hands and feet for his height. He's got honey blonde hair, and suffers from uncombable hair syndrome (It's a real thing, look it up!), which means his hair never cooperates. As he's gotten older, it's started to curl, leaving him with a head of extremely unruly curly blonde hair, which he usually keeps shorter than 6". His eyes are a light brown and are almond shaped. His nose is aquiline, but is bent just a bit as a result of a break years ago. He has no intentional facial hair, but does grow reddish-blonde stubble. He's got full lips but a rather small mouth, making his face an interesting shape. Not handsome, per se, but interesting. His torso and legs follow normal proportions, other than his hands and feet. If he gets very tired, he limps on his left leg from an old knee injury. However, he doesn't tire easily because he's generally fit. Not a gym-rat, but fit.
Clothing style: He can usually be found in cargo shorts or pants (when its cold), with a flannel shirt and maybe a hooded poncho in the rain or the cold, and Timberland boots, always Timberlands. His color pallet leans towards green, blue, and brown, largely because he enjoys nature.
Preferred Weapon: Has been using machetes, knives, hatchets, axes, and other camp/survival tools for a long while. Is an ok shot with a bow or gun.
Career Before Flu: Didn't have one really. Maybe would have been a mountain guide.
Likes: Horses, camping, nature, wide open spaces
Dislikes: Being cramped, confrontation, and having to kill
Background: Lucky is from France. His dad is French, his mom German, and they met studying abroad. They got married, had Lukas, had his little sister, then split up. His mom moved back to Germany and Lukas and his sister went with her, but Lukas spends a most of his time at his dad's place in France. His mom has remarried, and his stepdad and he don't get along, so he stays away, mostly only going to visit his sister. His dad has stayed single since the split, and he and Lucky travel a lot. Lucky has been part of the Federation de Scoutisme Francais (the French equivalent of the Boy Scouts) since he was little, and he and his dad often enjoy camping together. Lucky has also been a part of various martial arts classes over the years; scouting and his combat classes have turned him into a soft-core survivalist. Rather than going to university, after high school, he has been travelling around and living off the land in Europe. His dad came on some trips with him, but a couple years ago, they found out he had cancer. His dad passed away and Lucky came to the States, partially to visit an aunt and uncle who have a ranch out by the Rockies, but also to grieve in private. He got stranded when other nations started refusing to let flights from the US land in their airports due to the sickness.
Other: Lucky is a generally easy-going, laid back individual. He enjoys peace and quiet, he loves being outside, and he loves books. He speaks French, German, Esperanto, English, and a little bit of Spanish. His talent for languages comes as a result of him being generally friendly and willing to talk to strangers. However, he has a clock-stopping French accent (which I won't reflect in his writing style, because that would be horrifically unreadable. You'll just have to imagine.) He isn't extroverted, he prefers his quiet, but he's never rude about it, and will willingly make friends. However, things that irritate him, irritate him quickly. He also works very hard to keep his temper in check, but when he loses it, you better move. He's a protective individual, sometimes to a fault. He can also be fiercely independent when the mood strikes him, particularly if he's upset. He's capable but not overconfident. He also can usually be found in the company of his horse, Sinjoro. (I can post a character sheet for the horse, if you want XD )

@yellowqueen

Name: Ariella Karrington
Nicknames (if any): Ella
Age: Twenty-two
Appearance: Ariella has found herself on the shorter side, sitting at five foot, two inches. She drew the short end of the stick when it came to her other sisters. Her ash brown hair falls just below her ribs. It's a mess and normally ends up in tangles but her pride prevents her from cutting it. She's learned to manage it by keeping it in braids constantly, but it has its effect on her head, causing aches. She's learned to just deal with it. She has warm, hazel eyes, a mixture of brown and green, with just a hint of blue. She was blessed with naturally long and curled lashes, making her eyes appear vibrant. She has a button nose and full cheeks, giving the appearance of a younger age. Her lips are just full enough to compliment her features.
Clothing style: Ariella prefers to wear rather loose clothing. If scrubs were available, you'd likely find her in those. Otherwise, she tends to wear loose shirts and stretchy pants. They help her move easily and don't restrict her. She has since learned that boots are the safest way to go. They protect her the most and do the most damage should it come too. She had never been too picky about what she wore even before the apocalypse, she wasn't going to be picky now. If it fit her well and was right for the weather, she would wear it. One thing she was never without, was her medical bag. She had it camouflaged in as just a black duffle bag, but inside were as many medical supplies as she could have grabbed when it all started. She had gotten most of it from her university. While her supplies had dwindled, she still had a good amount on her. There were a few needles and medications. Pills, all likely out of date. Bandages, everything she could need to stitch someone up, gauze, flares, a few scalpels.
Preferred Weapon: The thought of hurting another pains Ariella. She was going to take a vow to do no harm. And then everything happened. She didn't want to be up close and personal. She didn't want to see what happened to the other person. So her choice of weapon was a bow and only in dire times. She had a long dagger as well, for even more dire times. She did, however, keep an array of small knives and such on her, to be used in a medical situation if needed.
Career Before Flu: Nursing school
Likes: helping others, reading, clubbing, cats
Dislikes: causing harm, bugs that fly around her head, spiders
Background: Ariella comes from a family of girls. Six daughters to be exact. Her parents wanted a boy. So they kept trying and trying for a boy. For years, they all got to see their parents' disappointment when the doctor told them it was another girl. After their sixth girl, their mother had become too old and another pregnancy would have been too dangerous, so they stopped trying. And each of the six daughters tried to make up for the fact that there was no boy. One went into sports, one went into engineering. Ariella went into medicine. The rest were too young to decide, all still in grade school, though they weren't impervious to their parents' disappointments either. No matter how hard any of them work, they just weren't enough. And Ariella worked hard. She was valedictorian in high school. She had a perfect GPA in college. She was on the dean's list. She had many awards. And yet it was never enough. She moved out at the first chance that she could. Which happened to be with a college boyfriend that should have never happened. Fights just about every other night. Each one of them wanted different things in life. They were toxic to each other. Ariella was about to move out when the world came crashing down. She didn't know where he was nor did she want to know. He wasn't with her and that's all that mattered.
Other: Ariella has a scar down her left cheek. She had gotten into an altercation with the wrong group during the beginning of the apocalypse. She had been lucky to escape with more than just that scar. It bothered her. It made her self-conscious, ugly. But she didn't hide it. She hoped that anyone she came across would believe she was a force to be reckoned with and leave her alone. She was tired of fighting. She was ready for it to be done. But she couldn't give up. She had been searching for her family. She hadn't been able to get in contact with them at the start and has been on the hunt ever since. Her sisters were all that mattered to her. It was likely none of them survived but she refused to believe it. She had seen the disarray her family home had been in yet continued to search, hoping one day she would cross paths with them.

@EtherealDreamer

Name: Lucas Davenport
Nicknames (if any): Luke
Age: 21
Appearance: Luke has pale skin with freckles, dark curls surrounding his head like a halo, though the tips are dyed bleach blonde. He is described as lanky, with slight muscle on his arms and legs.
Clothing style: Luke prefers baggy jeans and exotic tee shirts, usually with random shit on them. Paired with an unbuttoned flannel.
Preferred Weapon: a metal baseball bat and a taser.
Career Before Flu: training to become an athletic director (specifically baseball)
Likes: baseball, sports and hiking.
Dislikes: swimming and sitting still.
Background: Luke was at college, after being awarded a scholarship, he decided to take it and attend college, because he knew that he would not be able to attend college otherwise.
Other: he has a little sister, Gabby (13), who he is searching for, as she told him during their last phone conversation, that she was not sick herself, but that their parents were close to dying.

@Davadio emoji_events

(I was noticing that. Lukas is spelled different from Lucas and I'll generally refer to him as Lucky unless someone is talking to him who wouldn't use the nickname. Should make it easier :) excited for them to bond over their similar names later maybe :D )

@EtherealDreamer

(yes, and Lucas goes by Luke, which is different from Lucky, It just means other people will have to read more carefully, to avoid thinking it's the wrong person.)

@yellowqueen

(It could always make for some fun banter too. If a character gets mad at one of them and calls him Lukas/Lucas, confusing the other character, they could be like "Not you!")

@Davadio emoji_events

( XD valid. Although Lukas is French/German, so his name is pronounced differently too. Not that he's super picky but it could be fun to mix that all in)

@EtherealDreamer

(It could always make for some fun banter too. If a character gets mad at one of them and calls him Lukas/Lucas, confusing the other character, they could be like "Not you!")

(my family does this alot, because my cousin and I have the same name, which is spelled the same too.)

@phantomflame

Name: Alastor Griffin
Nicknames (if any): Al
Age: 23
Appearance: Alastor is 5'7" and weighs around 147 lbs. He looks younger than he actually is (people often mistake him for an older teenager/still in high school). He gives off a scrawny appearance but he's lean and muscular. He has short messy/fluffy red-brown hair and he has upturned amber eyes that look orange when the lights at a certain angle. He has heart-shaped lips that are usually formed in a half-smirk, like he knows a secret or a joke but he doesn't want to share it. He's good-looking and he
Clothing style: He loves wearing suits and formal clothes a lot since he thinks it makes him look cool, but after the flu he found that casual wear is more flexible to move around in and he still looks pretty great in that too
Preferred Weapon: He can work with pretty much anything that can be remotely used as a weapon, like a stick or a kitchen knife, but he's learned how to use various poisons and he feels the most comfortable with a standard-issued police gun and baton.
Career Before Flu: Homicide Investigator
Likes: His job, learning new things, animals, making jokes, reading, cooking/baking, his family
Dislikes: Bugs, heights, having nightmares, waking up incredibly early
Background: Alastor's parents were both Navy SEALS and so is his older brother, Marcus. Alastor never went to the military, but his parents and his brother have given him training and advice/knowledge ever since he was a young kid so he has basic survival skills. Al immediately went to a police academy after getting his associates degree in college and graduated at the top of his class. He moved up the ranks faster than other officers mostly due to his credentials, parents, and his ability to come up with creative solutions quickly even under pressure. He was at the airport to visit his family when the apocalypse started. He hasn't been able to get in contact with them.
Other: Before he became an investigator, Alastor worked in a Canine Unit so he has a huge German Shepherd named Zeus who's been his companion and emotional support dog for over 4 years. The two of them have been trying to find and help any survivors they come across ever since the apocalypse started.