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This is a private roleplay, please do not post unless listed above. Thank you! Plot: Zombie Apocalypse-Enemies to Lovers-Rival Families |
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(shit my Internet crashed and it deleted my whole character sheet, I'll get it done in the morning ) Name: Oliver Mateo Nickname: oli Age: 23 Hight: 6'3 Appearance: oliver has dark fluffy hair and piercing blue eyes, along with a masculine build. The guy kind of gives off the boy a girl has a crush on in every teen drama movie just based on his appearance. He is extremely tall, but not super lanky. He has a couple of scars the most noticeable is one that runs across his collar bone that he got when he fell out of a tree and shattered it. He also has a small tattoo of a lions head on his lower back. Personality: Oliver is kind funny and kind of a flirt. He always wears a stupid smirk on his face when around other people, but he doesn't let himself get in the way of his focus. When he's alone he is super level headed and calm. He stays in his head and overthinks almost everything and it just got worse when the apocalypse hit. Everything is a what if even though he looks calm his head is going a million miles per hour. Also done finally! |
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Dove Rivera Nickname(s): Open Age: 22 Height: 5'1" ~
Appearance: Dove's body has an hourglass shape with a decently sized bust and hips, and a narrow waist. Her legs are slightly long in comparison to the rest of her body. Her skin is smooth and a pale porcelain in color with a wash of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Her face is heart shaped, with high cheek bones, a narrow chin, and a soft, slightly rounded jawline. Her nose is slim and slightly upturned and she has rosey plump lips. Her eyes are light green color with little flecks of gold within them, and her eye shape often gives her a doe-eyed look. Dove has wavy light blonde hair that ends just at her bottom, though it is normally kept in a single braid or in a ponytail to keep it out of her face or being easy to grab. Her wardrobe consists of mainly whatever she can get her hands on, but currently is a set of thick black leggings and a black v-neck shirt with an oversized flannel and combat boots. She does have one tattoo, which consists of three birds on the back of her shoulder. She also has multiple piercings along both of her ears. She does have a few scars from general happenings and roughhousing, but a more major scar can be found running along the length of her left leg from an old car accident, which likes to give her hell when the weather gets cold. ~ Personality: Dove was once a caring and loveable person who enjoyed every aspect of life. She used to be the life of the party and always carrying on and picking on people and She was always happy go lucky and was quite the optimist, but the world as of late has complicated things for her. Being a friendly, party going type of person is basically impossible in the world that she lives in now. The Dove of today is tired and losing hope. It would be so easy to just give up and submit to her fate, but some how she's managed to keep going. How long that'll last, however, is a mystery. The apocalypse has taken everyone and everything she ever cared about and the lack of living human interaction has turned her into a moping mess. She's quiet and typically lost in her own depressive thoughts. Done! |
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I was really hoping you could^^' but if you need me to, I doubt I get anything out until later tonight |
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(thats alright! my computer is charged now :3) Oliver darted down the empry street darkness fell fast and mobs of zombies would follow. His hair bounced around his face as he took a sharp turn into a alley and slipped. "jesus-" He cursed under his breath standing up and grabbing onto a gutter pipe. Using his upper body strength he pulled himself up and climbed the side of the building getting onto the roof with a bit of a struggle. Wiping his hands on his very patched up jeans he turned and realized there was a staircase on the side of the building that he could have used to get up instead of climbing. "That was stupid" he muttered to himself adjusting the straps on his backpack. The sun was setting and he doubted zombies could climb stairs but they where smart-ish and he wasnting going to take chances. So dumping the contents of his bag on the ground he pulled out a wrench and started to unbolt the rusted staircase. The first screw fell to the ground then the second. After a couple of minuets he kicked the staicase out off the wall and let it crash to the ground. |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
