(Cool beans! I'll get my character up in a bit then, unless you want a writing sample first?)
(no thats alright :) i just look in roleplays you're in. in a totally not creepy way lol)
(don't worry, I do that too sometimes lmfao, also, this character that I have is fairly new she's not super fleshed out, and I'm kind of nervous to post her since this'll be my first time rping with her, but if you think she's no good I can definitely use another character for this as I do have a backup)
Name: Chernobyl Melanie Lovette
Gender/pronouns: Female, She/They
Shipping: I wouldn't mind
Appearance: Cherry weighs 140 lbs, standing at 5'5. Her body type is a mesomorph, has a bit of muscle to her but her frame is small, almost a mix between an hourglass shape and a more boxy shape, though she does have a bit of fat on her stomach even though she used to work out. She has a warm ivory skin tone, being half Hispanic and caucasian, though, sometimes her skin tone seems a little darker out in the sunlight.
Cherry has big round hazel eyes, a chestnut brown color taking up most of the space in her eyes towards the middle but mixing with the deeper green on the outside. She has dark eyebags underneath and no matter how much she sleeps they never seem to go away, so she wears makeup to cover up that fact. Cherry plays around with eyeliner a lot, sometimes making sharp fancy wings and other times just smudging it around the outer corners when she doesn't have time, though, slowly over time she stopped wearing it since there are more important things to deal with.
Cherry has soft kind eyes, something that people often tell her a lot. Whenever she talks you can see the brightness that lights up behind her eyes since she's a very animated person. For her hair, she rocks a shoulder-length shaggy mullet that's fluffy with soft bangs. Their hair color is a dark brown that is naturally fluffy and thick, making it difficult to tame if she's going to a place where she has to be presentable and formal. She alternates from a really short boyish haircut to a mullet. Sometimes she uses a curling iron to make her hair wavy or just to add texture and accentuate the layers which you can't really see if it's in its natural state, not so much now where she has to be constantly moving or alert. Since she doesn't get to brush it often, it clumps together making it a tangled mess that she's forced to remove with her fingers. Often times she doesn't have to do anything to it and can wake up with a really good hair day, others, she struggles a lot.
Cherry's nose is almost a square shape, it's long and medium-sized, sort of resembles a button nose, but not quite. Her face is very round/sort of squarish as she has a soft baby face with freckles. Her mouth is 'pouty', she has full lips and makes them look just slightly bigger than they are by adding lipstick around where her actual line for her lips is, doing this a lot back before everything went to hell.
She got top surgery as soon as she was out of school and going into college. Cherry has several tattoos, one being on top of her top surgery scars, it's a barbed wire type of deal. Has "XV" tattooed on her wrist and a verse of a Sanskrit hymn on her other arm.
The types of clothes that she wears are mainly huge t-shirts over skirts with bell-bottoms, sometimes adds a corset to make her waist look better (in her opinion) but she can't really run in that so she holds onto it until she can wear it again, hoping that day will come.
Right now she wears a button-down with a t-shirt on the inside, having no choice but to wear pants even though her wardrobe is mostly skirts and dresses. Is known for wearing jewelry such as coin jewelry, silver coin earrings with helix piercings on both ears and an eyebrow piercing on the right, silver coin necklaces, rings, and bracelets, which has sort of an Egyptian/Greek style. For shoes, she wears stompy boots. Likes the alternative grunge look, and mostly looks like a college professor who went clubbing and then slept on the streets. Very much wears expensive clothes as she comes from a semi well off family, bordering on rich, but she doesn't really like to tell people that.
I do have a picture for her, it isn't art as I am not really good at that. I found something that would kind of fit her? It's the closest thing I could find.
Personality: Mellie is very kind, she has a soft spot for people who match her energy. Sometimes you'll catch her with a lovestruck look on her face when she really likes someone, either friends or crushes she has. One thing about her is that she falls in love very easily, thus leading to a lot of heartbreak.
Grandmas mainly have told her that she has such a good personality but for others her age she may seem intoxicatingly sweet which may seem annoying or "too much". Truth be told she's a very sad person who often indulges in love poems and letters, books that leave her crying overnight, and rom-com movies that leave a bittersweet feeling inside of her. She chases the depressing side of things as it is addictive to her. Now that it's been a while being out trying to survive though, she seems a little more worn down, depressed even, but still, she tries to keep her facade up, feeling like she'll lose herself if she gives into hopelessness. Borders a little on paranoid at the tiniest sound, is very jumpy.
Is very hyper and bright and animated, not being able to hide her emotions which spill onto her face.
She likes to cheer people up even if she herself isn't feeling it that day. Her love language is gifting other people really expensive things since she does come from a rich family, not so much now but she still tries to show it by giving what little she has left. If she messes up with a friend or anyone, she would buy them something for their forgiveness which could be seen as her thinking she's better than everyone else but she only does this because this is the way her parents showed her love since a young kid. She has yet to learn that money and gifts can't buy forgiveness and has lost lots of friends because of it. Mellie is always seen surrounded by people as she is very popular with everyone, especially the guys, but secretly she has a greater connection with the girls, sometimes developing deeper emotional relationships with them that don't necessarily have to be romantic. A fault of hers is that she expects people to reciprocate those feelings or love back, and ends up disappointing herself when they don't. She has very high expectations of everyone. She is quick-witted and impatient, and is very picky with who she wants to date, though, she can't control who she ends up having feelings for. Gets bored fairly easily, and is generous.
Backstory: Mellie comes from a very rich family, having a good life since she was a kid, her mother and father loved her dearly and did the best they could for her. The only sort of depressing thing that has happened to her is getting dumped by the lovers she's had in the past. She doesn't know what it is, but it makes her feel unlovable. She used to work as a florist when she was enrolled in college, and although her parents could pay for all her academic expenses she chose to work for it, knowing that money is only there temporarily and working for it and making connections along the way is what makes life richer. Mellie isn't too familiar with being on her own as she's always had help from others being her parents or friends, so she sticks to groups, doing the best she can to help around without being a burden.
(no bc i literally love her so much omg)
(oh thank god cause I was sitting here for literally an hour debating if I should play her, thank you :> )
(Aww, she’s cute)
(lol yeah you don't need to worry about that. And if it makes you feel any better, two of the characters i have in this ive only had in one other roleplay for about a week XD)
(thankssss, i love your guys bois tooo)
(ah! okay lmao that does take the edge off a bit :)
(oh im glad! im kind of nervous to see whether or not ya'll are gonna like them ngl)
(i think they'll be great, I always love seeing the different types of characters and personalities you guys come up with
might fall in love with them if they're anything like my characters)
(lol I wouldn't even blame you XD)
(Can I just like :’) Intrude here? You guys mind if I throw in a character and join?)
(omg yes please)
(okay after Bucky gets their characters up we can start! unless anyone else wants to join and/or put more characters up!)
(also if theres any gore, or anything triggering context in your posts please put a tw or a gore warning thingy at the beginning of the post!)
(Me who knows that Jax’s posts with be populated with warnings. I actually wrote a starter I had came up with (For him) a few days ago at 1am)
(lol as long as you put them there and put what kind of warnings (TWSA/TWSH/TWGore, Etc.) you're perfectly fine to put as much as you'd like!)
Here are my boys!
Name: David Hillspeed (he doesn’t have a nickname, but accepts anything but Dave)
Gender/pronouns: Male he/him
Shipping: haha I mean shoot for it but he’s not really relationship material
My art of him
Alright, my white boy is 5’3 ft tall and weighs roughly 98 pounds. He’s built like a weak twig and you can tell lol. His dusty brown hair is cut pretty neat and short, but is tussled up enough to look choppy and messy the majority of the time. No facial hair besides a bit of sideburns. He has a pretty narrow face and small chin, and his cheekbone is pretty defined. His nice, long pointed nose and thin lips match his lean appearance but are contrasted by his big, round ears and brown eyes. His eyebrows aren’t necessarily thick, but they have a dramatic arch and are very expressive. He wears a long sleeved, white button up shirt that has a few tears on the hem and cuffs by now and maybe a stain or two. I dunno how someone would keep a white shirt unstained in an apocalypse. He wears cream colored slacks and has a brown, pin-striped suit coat. I’m sure he used to have a tie, lol, but it’s long since been ditched. His brown loafers are stained and a little falling apart, but they’re still shoes. They were like that before zombies came into the picture though lol. He also wears a pair of big, square glasses. Basically every feature/thing about him is long and slim.
:’) I’m really bad at explaining personalities so bear with me lol.
He’s definitely extroverted and is super obnoxious and overwhelming 90% of the time. He is really clever, and is aware of it lol. He knows that he’s smart and therefore is fine with taking his time on things because he’s not worried. Even if it’s life or death things. In other words, he’s pretty arrogant haha. He is no good at fighting, but he isn’t a coward. Some things freak him out? But most things just fascinate him. He’s very excitable and has a great sense of humor, even if it’s a little weird or rude the majority of the time.
Backstory: (also optional)
He’s pretty open about his backstory so I won't put much here since people can just ask tbh. He was adopted and grew up with a wealthy family in London, so he has a thick British accent. Graduated school early, both high school and college. He went on to earn a PhD and work in science and medicine. He lost his wife near the very beginning of the outbreak due to an accident that was mostly his fault, but he’s really good at blocking things out or pretending they didn’t happen lol, so you won't catch him sulking.
Name: Ryder (I just realized I never gave this poor boy a last name)
Gender/pronouns: male he/him
Sexuality: :’) heck if i know
Shipping: He’s always up for grabs
My art of him
This monster stands 6’3 ft tall and weighs a hefty 215-225 pounds. He’s a very big, beefy guy haha, and is super muscular and his skin is a rich tan (Pinterest says it's called creamy cocoa? :’)). His ashy roots fade into a pale white and his wavy hair used to be buzzed to the crown but has since grown an inch or two so it lays down. The hair from his crown on is just an inch below his shoulders and is normally pulled up in a bun, ponytail or braids. When it’s down, it falls into soft waves. No facial hair on this guy either, and his eyebrows are thick and ashy grey. He has a very square face with a sharp and defined jaw. His nose is shorter, big/round and more downturned, and his lips are thick and pretty round. Despite his big nose and thick lips, his orange eyes are small and almond shaped. It sounds disproportionate bc it is lol. He has a great smile, and his canines are sharp and more pointed. My guy has piercings galore. Eyebrow rings, a septum piercing along with both sides of his nose pierced. An industrial piercing on the left ear along with three top piercings and one bottom. He has two top and two bottom piercings on the right ear. Both of his nipples are pierced and his tongue. Besides all of these, though, he doesn’t really wear much jewelry besides a thin silver chain or two around his neck and an orange thread, handmade anklet. He doesn’t really… wear a shirt? But I’ll give him a thin, white tank with the arm holes slit down the sides. He has grey, low waisted sweats that are loose and cuff at the ankles, and with a pair of tan sandals he never wears. He does have sunglasses! He has oddly nice nails, but I think that’s the last detail.
Ryder is very sociable and friendly and really quickly makes friends because he’s good at quickly determining what someone likes and dislikes, where their boundaries are and such. He goofs off a lot, but is pretty clever and mostly just uses humor to keep the mood light and relaxed. He can definitely be serious, but it doesn’t happen unless he thinks it’s completely necessary. He’s really reassuring and quickly gets attached to people, but is also not afraid to kill a threat and definitely has the strength to take someone down with his bare hands.
Backstory: (also optional)
Ryder is pretty closed up about his past so I’ll jot down the important stuff here. He grew up in a desert area within a very strict and violent community. His parents were locked up when he was nine and he eventually just assumed the authorities had executed them after a few years and a few visits to the dungeons. He’s been mostly on his own and has had little to no education. He is smart in the way that he’s good at plan-making and martial arts. One of the only forms of education he ever received was martial arts training. The start of the apocalypse drove the leaders of his already twisted homeland to more violence and they became among the few that viewed the zombies as powerful, superior and useful. Obviously, he got away as fast as he could with a good bit of struggle. Let’s just say my boy is glad to be free of the masochist cult leaders he’d grown up under.
Name: Clovis James Stan (the only nickname he’s ever been given is ‘idiot’ and that was purely bc he hates that word loll)
Gender/pronouns: male he/him
Sexuality: I’m just gonna say bi
My art of him
This big ol’ Russian teddy bear is 6’4ft and weighs probably around 240 pounds? Not all of his weight is muscle, but the good majority of it is. I’ll leave a photo at the end of his google doc link for body type bc I’m so bad at explaining specifically his :’) he’s very beefy lol I cannot think of a better word for it. His wavy brown hair is shoulder length and parted in the middle and he has a good section in the front that is shorter and falls in his face often (they’re overgrown bangs lollll). He has a little bit of a scruff. He has a nice, defined jaw and cheekbone and regular eyebrows ig? His nose is on the bigger side I’d say? And his lips are definitely thicker, but they’re not super round like Ryders. He has very sad eyes, that are almost downturned and always look sleepy. They’re a foggy, rainy grey and lined with thick lashes. My guy gives a lot of soft and sad smiles and is awfully good at masking what he is feeling. He has a gentle, more scratchy type of voice and doesn’t really have an accent unless he speaks Russian. He wears a faded green hoodie with a clover on the front (I’ll go ahead and say he’s got a blue solid-colored Tshirt underneath), a pair of blue jeans that are a bit roughed up and a pair of brown boots.
Clovis is super gentle and kind despite his rough/lumberjack looks haha. He adopts people very quickly and is very good at encouraging others. He doesn’t really have boundaries haha, so he doesn’t really say no that much. He is what I like to call an ambivert and walks the line between extroverted and introverted. He’s always got a very sad feeling about him, whether or not there seems to be a reason, just because he’s depressed honestly lol. But he is an angel.
Backstory: (also optional)
He will share if you ask :) I’m too lazy to write it bc there is so much lol
Name: Onyx Rimwell Stan (his mom called him Icarus often so? That’s the nickname ig)
Gender/pronouns: male he/him
My art of him
I’m not sure how tall an eight year old boy is :’) But he’s a normal height and is pretty thin and lanky. He has black, straight hair that is cut just an inch or two below his ears. He often has on a headband across his forehead, his hair spilling over. He has a round face and a rounded nose like his dads, but he has his moms smaller, slanted eyes. His lips are thick and round and his eyes are a foggy, deep orange. He’s very pale and constantly looks tired and rosy cheeked. He has a scar over his bottom lip to the tip of his chin. He wears an oversized, foggy blue T-shirt and a pair of tan khaki shorts and tan sandals. He wears a makeshift utility belt tied around his waist and multiple simple necklaces, a few woven handmade anklets and bracelets and a pair of leather-bound fingerless gloves.
Onyx is very quiet. He is not shy, he just likes to stay on the side lines and listen. He is very clever and an amazing listener. He’s awfully serious for a kid, but a lot of oldest children are. He is a pro at listening and feeling, since he has been blind since he was a baby. His mother made sure he knew how to use what he could to “see” what was around him, whether that be vibrations or textures or such. This kid doesn’t put up with BS.
Backstory: (also optional)
(i love themmmmmm!)
Cassius sits up in his bed, the sunlight flitting in through the old windows creating a soft golden ray along his dark skin.
He runs his calloused hands over his face with a heavy sigh, knowing he slept in a little more than he would have liked to. Him and Ophelia had a decently long day ahead of them, as they had planned to run a few errands, go fishing if they could and they had also wanted to plant a few flowers in front of the house.
They had found it about a month or two ago and had been living in it ever since. It was a decently large farmhouse with two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room and a kitchen.
Cass turns his head to look at his daughter curled up underneath the covers, still asleep. He pulls the thin sheet over her shoulder before getting out of bed slowly so he wouldn't wake her. It was early enough he didn't need to wake her up. Not yet at least.
He pulls his hair up into a messy bun with one of his old scrunchies that started out as a light pink but as time passed and it got worn down, its color faded to a pinkish gray color.
He lets strands of blonde, wavy hair fall into his face as he tightens the scrunchie.
Changing into a loose gray t-shirt, he heads down the creaky dark oak stairs and into the living room then making his way to the kitchen to fix breakfast. They didn't have much but they had a small farm surrounded by their fenced in backyard. Cass didn't want to think about going out there to pick off some of the walkers but he had to in order to keep them safe. He would normally do it when Ophelia was asleep or when she was up in her room playing. Anywhere away from them..
His bare feet touching the cold tile of the kitchen sends a chill up his spine and throughout his body. He takes a deep breath and runs his hands up and down his arms to warm himself up before assessing everything they had in the kitchen before deciding to step outside and deal with the walkers if there were any. Normally there would only be about 3 every other day lining the fence and walls, as they were in a very quiet, secluded place.
Jesse had been up for about an hour or two already, already having a very eventful day as she woke up to about 12 zombies surrounding the beat up rv she had been hauling around and was now posted on the side of the road as she ran out of gas a few days ago. She was still a good bit away from any life other than these zombies.
Now she sat on the roof of the rv with her machete as it rocked back and forth by the weight of the dead. Cursing under her breath, she leans off the side of the roof, reaching her machete towards one of their heads.
i'm not close enough to even touch it. Let alone kill it she thought to herself, hauling her body back up to the center of the roof, setting the machete down beside her and laying down to face the sky. She squints, the wind throwing her dark tangled hair in her face.
August 24, day 182, in this barren wasteland I used to call home. I just celebrated my 21 birthday a few weeks ago, but it was just as shitty as life has been. I have no friends or family left, and I can’t trust anyone. They all have their own secret agendas—a lot of people would look forward to killing me. My nightmares have gotten worse, filled with flames and dying screams. They’re more frequent. During the time I do have to rest, I thrash and kick. Unfortunately, I have developed screaming in my sleep, which attracts all the zombies around. I have resorted to too little sleep; it works the best.
I’ve been running into more strangers, all of whom are insane and out of touch. My paranoia is at an all-time high and my panic attacks are killing me. The only thing that hasn’t affected me as of late is my flashbacks. I’ve also run out of my medication. It was the only thing helping me with my PTSD symptoms, but now might be the death of me
End of log.
Jax looked up from his notebook and glanced around. Something was off. He could sense it in the air. Something was looking for him. Coming to kill him. He wasn’t ready to come to terms with death yet. The sound of grueling zombies infested his brain once again. Jax was trying his best. He stood himself up, putting his notebook in his satchel, and poked his head out of his safe house. Zombies—a little group of them. Great he thought. Stepping out of the safe house, he got to work with nailing them down one by one. Looking at what once was the horde, he decided it was better to get a move on. He climbed over the fence that kept the zombies out and people in. Landing in the dirt, it wafted up and irritated his airways. He started to cough violently, attracting more zombies to him. Jax booked it before he could be torn apart, looking for another safe place less populated with the creatures.
(Also, let me know if I write something that may be triggering and I didn’t write a trigger warning. I can gloss over things or don’t exactly know if something is triggering)
The yellow, early morning sun slips behind the looming grey clouds again, leaving the breeze to feel that much colder in it’s absence.
Clovis hefts Onyx up, stepping over a fallen tree as he carries him asleep on his back.
He’s exhausted from last night, I’m sure, but we’ll have to get something to eat soon and I won’t be able to carry him.
He sighs, pushing a branch out of his way while marching on. A break in the trees ahead reveals an open field and what looks to be a road between the dense forest and road. It was still a good few yards away but-
He freezes, furrowing his brow and holding his breath as he listens.
Damn it, are you kidding me?
The strained moaning and mumbling of the zombies ahead was faint, but he could still clearly hear it.
They must be out by the road, since they’re not snapping any twigs.
He squints, resuming his breathing but silently now.
“They must have found something.”
Onyx’s soft voice startles Clovis and he quickly glances over his shoulder then back ahead, listening to hear what Onyx heard.
Onyx blinks, staring ahead of them while idly fidgeting with Clovis’ shirt. “They aren’t just wandering, they sound strained.” He quietly explains.
Clovis stays completely silent, then nods. “You’re right.” He quietly slips Onyx off of his back, straightening out Onyx’s shirt and picking a leaf out of his hair.
“Best option is out there, huh?”
Onyx stares towards the ground, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Well, it’s better than going back.”
Nodding, Clovis turns to face the edge of the forest again. He puts an arm out in front of Onyx and Onyx takes ahold of the back of his shirt. “I’ll stay behind you,” He reassures before Clovis can tell him what to do.
Clovis pulls his revolver from it’s makeshift holster, quietly continuing forward.
(They’re near Jesse in case that’s not clear)
Looking up to the sky, she watches as the clouds roll in to cover the sun. The only source of heat she had.
She shivers, remembering how she left her jacket inside of the RV. She had taken it off for better mobility for fighting the zombies. But she had also gotten ahead of herself and her invincibility complex had been taken a tad bit too far. Now she was trapped.
The scratching of the zombies decaying nails against the metal of the RV was grating to her ears no matter how used to it she was and the shuffling of feet against the gravel made her want to crawl out of her skin.
Did she show that? hell no. She didn't show weakness to even herself most of the time, in constant denial of the fact that she's allowed to have actual human emotions.
Jesse sits back up to look at the zombies, glaring down at them before standing up. A slight gust of wing rolls through, carrying the smell of rotting flesh to her nose and making her gag. She covers her mouth and nose for a hot second as she waits impatiently for the wind to die down. The smell was still awful but it was a lot better when it wasn't windy.
Looking over the field to scope out how many were making their way towards her, she only counted about 3, maybe 4.
"I swear…" she complains "if it rains I'm gonna be pissed" Jesse says, stepping onto the other side of the roof and hopping down, making sure to avoid a small patch where the zombies were. Her combat boots hitting the gravel, sending a small shock of pain in her ankles when she lands.
//slight gore warning ahead you dont have to read this//
She looks around, gripping hard onto the leather handle of her machete as a zombie came her way. Her size was a big advantage but that didnt matter as much with a hoard of zombies.
She swings the machete hard into the zombies skull when it gets close enough. She felt the cracking of the decaying skull in the vibration of her weapon upon impact. At first it grossed her out but she quickly got used to as she did that with about 3 more zombies.
The machete stays wedged inside of one of the zombies head as it falls to the ground. She quickly puts her foot on one side of the head, its skull caving in due to her weight (and ya know its literally decaying) and she jerks the machete out of its head, whipping around to the sound of a growl from behind her she swings the machete once more.