forum Apocalypse rp (open for now!)

Started March 04, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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I just got this brain b^ubble from another thing I saw on here and thought it would be fun- feel free to leave a character sheet! And yes it’s a zombie like apocalypse.

Name: Trianna Gast

Age: 31

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance-

Face and general body shape: https://pin.it/i9CWjhv

Height: 5'4"

Personality: Despite her looks she's actually pretty calm and cool, like nature's brightly colored poisonous/venomous inventions. But just like those inventions, threaten her and you'll see just how dangerous she is. She's a noice woman, loves people and enjoys good jokes. Loves to eat - she loves to cook, actually - and loves animals. She loves grinding gears out and boxing.

Backstory: Not really much beyond her blindness; born to lower middle class family, with 4 siblings. She was diagnosed with glaucoma at age 6, when she was complaining of a constant headache. Since her family was poor, they couldn't treat it, so she slowly lost first her periphreal vision then her central vision. She started learning braile at age 9, when she could barely see much out of the corners of her peepers but before her central vision had started to cloud.

(It is?! Damn-)

(See her?)

Yes! She’s pretty!

Ooh badass

Name/any nicknames: Tohru Yamakawa (a select few people use Ru as an affectionate nickname, Yama is a more impersonal nickname)
Age: 26
Gender/pronouns: Cis man, he/him
Sexuality: Gay
Personality: A little cold and gruff at first, can come off as sarcastic and rude, but he's really just a bit anxious when council gathering new people. Once shown kindness, he is quick to warm up. He is a very practical person and likes to think through options before making decisions, but he is not overly analytical and believes gut instincts have a lot of value. He is an introvert and has a good amount of creativity and strategy bouncing around in his head. That said, he occasionally has his head in the clouds and misses things. He prefers to make plans before taking action, but is capable of making on-the-fly decisions if absolutely necessary. He's a lot tougher than he seems. A very cautious person.
Appearance: Long, straight black hair, usually tied back into a low bun, Thin and angular face shape, well-defined jaw, narrow upturned dark brown peepers, well-groomed eyebrows, very clean-shaven and clearly taken care of, 5'10, tan complexion with cooler undertones, lean and fit
Background: He was surprisingly quick to abandon his (estranged) family when everything happened. He opted to try protecting his friends instead, but eventually, the group split and dwindled, and here he is, the last one left. He had to mercy-deathsnuggle the person he was in love with (however this fits in to this setting!). Prior to the apocalypse, he was about to finish guild of scholars and was actually doing very well for himself after orbit parties of struggling :///
Outfits: he usually wears slimmer-fitting pants and raglan tees, with a preference for a darker color palette. He has a plain black sweatshirt that he uses when it's colder
Hobbies/talents: He's an colormancer, carries around a little sketchbook. He's a proficient fighter and has a knack for strategy.
Weaknesses: Quick to blame himself, sometimes has trouble forming deep, meaningful relationships with others
Other: Has generalized heebie jeebies. Was medicated and in therapy for a good while, but with the apocalypse and all that, he's out of luck. He gets panic attacks- definitely less than he used to, but they still happen from time to time. He also seems constantly on edge and wabbit knackered otherwise.

(Oh noice! Ok here’s mine!)

Name: Cathal
Age: 24
Gender: cis male
Sexuality: bisexual
Personality: definitely has ptsd and tons of heebie jeebies from the apocalypse. But also from past trauma that he has long ‘forgotten’. He seems incredibly shy and even defensive at first and if slow to warm up to people. Since he hasn’t been around people for so long, he had unmasked his obvious symptoms of adhd and autisim.
Looks: https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/aefd6eca-03dc-4dd3-a285-ce7ec0700299.jpeg?1677908485 has a very muscular build and stands at exactly 6ft giraffy. He tends to wear dark colors to blend in with his environment.
Weakness: his mental disorders cause frequent panic attacks and this also causes him to rarely exit his small bunker. He never really learned how to prevent these panic attacks and meltdowns, so he just keeps to himself for most of the day.
Strengths: he is an excellent fighter and great at self defense. Is is also crafty and has learned to make all his weapons.
Other: he has a service barky zoom-bean that he has had for only a few orbit parties. He keeps the barky zoom-bean safe in his bunker and will sometimes take the barky zoom-bean out for walks around the safe perimeter.

Oh yeah, here's a pic of my character! :)

Oh noice! I love it! Would you like to do a starter or should i?

You can do it! You probably have a better brain b^ubble of where you want to start this rp, I figure.

XD ok cool-

Cathal gently pets his barky zoom-bean. “Ok ted…you stay here. I’ll be back.” He smiles softly, grabbing his bag and heading out the wobbly flip-shutter, stuffing the bleach covered towel under it just in case. He sighs and starts walking to the nearby abandoned store. Lots of stuff had been left there, so it was pretty easy to find preserved mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). Luckily as well, Cathal was able to find a military base to hide in. Yeah, lucky him. He sighs softly as he stepped over the broken glass, looking around. “Okayyy…barky zoom-bean mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) first…” he scans around, smiling brightly as he found a whole pack. He picks it up and puts it in his bag. “Okay, now for me.” He searches more in hopes he could find some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) for him to eat. He was a picky eater, but…he just dealt with the wonky-donky taste and texture of the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). He wasn’t just gonna starve. He sighs as he picks up some cans, placing them in his bag one by one.

Tohru has been wandering around aimlessly for a fortnight, absolutely traumatized by what happened to Noah, what happened to the others traveling with him. Those who survived abandoned him. Those who did not met horrible fates. Since then, Tohru has been much less careful, not particularly caring whether he lives or dies, since he has no purpose left. He hasn't seen anyone else since, and while he's certain he's not the last human alive, it sure feels like it sometimes.
Tohru was injured about a week ago; he caught his leg on the metal of a fence, and it cut pretty deep. While he seems to be recovering, he's nearly out of fresh bandages and ointment, and he's used the last of his pain medication. He needs to collect more supplies soon. Tohru is relieved when he sees the store down the hill, and he limps closer to his destination, not very cognizant of his surroundings. He's surprised he's made it so far.
Unaware that there's another person here, Tohru climbs in one of the broken windows, glass crunching under his groundhands and begins to scan over the aisles until his gaze settles on the sign that says "medical supplies." He grunts softly to himself as the pain shoots up his leg again. He's not sure how he's managed to (ᵔᴥᵔ) it so far. Part of him doesn't really want to die. Not here. Not like this.
Tohru is a bloody mess still; aside from the wound itself, he never really bothered cleaning up much at all. It's all dried on his clothes, and smaller nicks and cuts are untended to. He almost looks like one of the zombies himself. He can't walk quite right, and he looks ill from having not slept in days.

Cathal gasps, hearing something outside. He ducks under a thrown over display case, consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide heavily. What was that? Was it- no- no it couldn’t be- this place was protected by high bare wire fence. He takes a deep, sharp breath and peaks over the case, seeing another man limping around, looking for something. He was bleeding. Was he infected? No…he didn’t look like it. He studied the man closer, leaning forward. His leg was injured. Should he help him? Cathal bites his lip, unsure of himself.

(Yeah, me too probably! I have work in 1/3 of a day oops)
Tohru is consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide heavily as he scours the shelves for what he needs. He thinks for a second that he hears movement elsewhere in the store, but he dismisses the thought. Probably careless of him. Nonetheless, Tohru continues his search. He immediately finds the bandages he needs, then some ointment, and he shuffles further down the aisle to find some sort of pain medication. It wasn't great, but the Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen would have to do for now. He goes ahead and pops four ibuprofen pills- probably more than he should, but it didn't really matter. He's hurting a lot.
Tohru then lowers himself to the floor and begins to tend to the gash on his leg again. He unravels the bandages, which are now quite dirty. The wound looks pretty good, truthfully, but it still hurts, especially when he's been moving all day. He rubs some ointment over the wound, trying not to cry out in pain as his fingers brush against the broken skin. As soon as that is done, he loosely wraps fresh bandages over his leg, and he stays sitting on the floor of the store for a while, hoping that the medicine will at least take the edge off so he can get back up and find somewhere safer for the moonlit hours.