@croccin-champagne
Me, base a roleplay loosely after Daybreak(on Netflix) while ignoring the million notifications in my inbox? I'm not proud of it but yeah it's really likely. Fair warning, this was entirely spawned by the mental image of a yet-to-be named character facing off with a large group of zombies, or Feasters in this case. That's it.
Nesryn Harlow is no stranger to fending for herself. From foster homes all the way to fighting off hordes of Feasters, she's been keeping herself afloat without the help of anyone else. Even amidst the chaos of the apocalypse, she avoids humans like the plague. Or Feasters. They're too much hassle, and have always managed to let her down one way or another, save for a number of people she could count on one hand.
And then she runs into someone she knows. After accidentally stumbling back into the only city she had ever wanted to stay in, fate, or a handful of weirdly fast Feasters, brings her right into the shelter of the exact reason she wanted to stay. The only problem is, she doesn't recognize him, and he doesn't recognize her. Two years and a couple months of barely managing to survive walking down the street have made all the difference. Which might be why they're at each other's throats constantly, even while deciding to make their way back to the center of the city together, to find a rumored shelter.
If they manage to survive each other, and the Feasters gunning for them around every corner, they might just make it somewhere safe.
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No OP characters, or I will yeet your ass outta here before you can say 'this bitch empty'. I can't stand invincible characters, man. Mary/Gary Sues/Stues are a hard nope from yours truly as well.
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Proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization, please. I can get making a few mistakes, when you're tired, or English ain't your first language(It's mine, and even I have my issues), but if it's too common a thing, it irks the hell outta me. Call me a bitch, but hey.
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Slurs, homophobia, transphobia, rascism, sexism, anything that ends in -ism and that harms or promotes the harm of other people will not be tolerated. See my first threat. However! For plot devices, it might be considered, if you talk to me about it first.
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Detailed-ish responses, please. Think three or more sentences. To keep it going.
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Please, be on fairly often. Vacations, school, and jobs are all things I can get, but I'd like for this to have a regular pace!
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Rated Spicey for just that, Spicey things. Whether it be mature topics, smexy things, or, gasp, blood, this is the only warning I'll remember to give.
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Please keep the plot going! It's really hard for me to be invested in a roleplay if the other person reacts more than acts, and I'm excited about this premise and would love to keep it going as long as I can. I'm also looking for someone who's got a bit of experience under their belt, for the sake of my hairbrained ideas.
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I have the full right to add and edit this list. I also have the right to boot you if you're causing too many problems.
Name:
Age(17-19):
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Usual outfit/style:
Preferred weapons:
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Backstory:
Fears:
Other:
Name: Nesryn Harlow
Age(17-19): 17
Sexuality: She's not sure.
Appearance: Naturally tanned skin, covered in freckles that splatter across her cheeks and nose. Her face is made up of an interesting mix of sharp and soft edges, with prominent cheekbones but a bit more rounded jaw. Looks like she hasn't had an actual meal in months, and she hasn't. Not very tall, at 5'2, and used to have light curves.
Her eyes are pale green/grey, so light it's sometimes hard to tell they're there. She gets them from whichever of her parents hails from Iceland. Her hair is a lighter golden blonde, also coming from those genes, that used to be dyed a bright pink. It's grown out a bit, leaving her with her roots showing. It reaches midway to the bottom of her shoulderblades, and is very obviously self cut, even with the slight curls. Has a tattoo of a bee behind her left ear.
Usual outfit/style: Scavenges clothes from wherever she can. Has managed to hold on to her old biker's jacket, which was a gift from one of the few people she's ever trusted. It's got a gang's symbol on the back, along with the words 'Jersey Devils, Atlantic City'. It has multiple patches stuck to the sleeves, including a NASA patch and multiple patches that seem slightly meaningless. Prefers shorts over anything else, so swaps between athletic shorts and jean shorts. A lot of old band shirts and tank tops are available, so she wears those fairly often. Half the time they're tied up or cropped. Also wears a red flannel, usually either tied around her waist, or on when the jacket is the thing tied around her waist. Adores her (bloodspattered)converse high tops, which are, funny enough, canary yellow. Doesn't wear any jewelry, other than the charm bracelet she always wears.
Preferred weapons: A gun, if she has to, but prefers blowing things up.
Skills: Blowing things up. Knows a lot of people, thanks to moving around. Is good at reading people too, and can almost always tell if someone's got bad intentions, or is just a bad person. Can sew, and go for a while without food.
Backstory: foster kid, moved around a lot. that's all i'm gonna share there, for p l o t p u r p o s e s.
Fears: Her fires and explosions hurting someone who wasn't targeted. Has a fear of heights, and yet, also loves them at the same time. Hates being underground, or anywhere dark, especially that smells like mildew.
Other: Has an Akita/Pit mix named Bullet, the only companion she's had with her for a while.