forum Am I making another zombie apocalypse rp? Yes- yes I am-

Started April 10, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Ya know the drill fam! Your character has survived the zombie apocalypse. They meet another survivor who just so happens to be hiding something. What you may ask? You’ll have to find out.

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 is 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. Once you get to know him, he is super sweet and lovable.
Looks:

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.

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(Ooh I like him! Quick question, is there going to be any romantic arcs in this or nah? idc either way but I'm down for either ^^)

Name: Reiner (RY-nah(r is almost silent)) Jens Neuhäusser
Age: 25
Gender: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Omnisexual

Personality: Reiner is VERY blunt, VERY cheerful, and VERY expressive. He has a hard time hiding his emotions, and exudes energy and zeal in all things. He's hard to anger, his feelings are easily hurt, and he's determined as heck in all things. Think of it like, he doesn't feel anger often, but he does feel sad. He's very soft, emotionally, and wants nothing more than to make the people around him happy. He likes nicknames, he's easy to befriend.

Looks: His hair is red, a noice, rich, coppery metallic red. He's got slightly longer than average hair, and it's naturally pretty wavy, giving it a disheveled look. It's not at ponytail length yet, but sometimes he uses hairclips to keep it out of his face, if he can find them (he has a little container of them in his backpack) He's got a very neat face rug'>face mane + moustache situation going on, super trim, super noice. It's very short, but long enough to see color well. He made a point of finding a razor and maintaining it's blade. His peepers are deep blue, and he's around 6'6". He's giraffy and graceful, but not lithe by any means. He's always struggled to put on visible muscle, but he also loves physical activity and is 100% the guy who spent hours and hours at the strength chamber before the apocalypse. His actual bulk comes from not just muscle, he's also got a noice layer of pillow fluff <3 He's not what anyone would call fat, but he's huggable, and he's a very comfy person to lie on. If he's not specifically flexing, he's got a soft tummy and grabby limbs. When he does flex, then all that muscle becomes visible. Where did all that come from in the apocalypse? Listen, man's has priorities, and he will go to lengths to maintain his physical health and condition. He has freckles on his face, cheeks, shoulders, and back, as mentioned, he's got a single silver hoop earing on his right ear, and a scar that runs through his hair and causes it to swirl weirdly and cowlick in places. His canines are just slightly sharp, (naturally), and he knows and uses this fact to his advantage. He also has a bonita roman nose.

Weakness: He is easily hurt, and as mentioned, has a hard time hiding his emotions. If he does get hurt, he finds it hard to forgive very quickly. He also believes in his own physical strength to a fault, quite certain he can take anyone in a fight. This can lead him to let himself get into dangerous situations because he's certain he can handle it.

Strengths: He's a peace maker, and he rarely gets into fights, but when he does, he gets very jazzed. He finds it quite fun. He's got a lot of practical and domestic skills, like gardening, animal handling, mending, cooking, etc.

Other: He has a little box he carries with him that is painted by hand with a name and birth/death dates on it, along with the wods Ich liebe dich, mein Engel (I love you my angel) The box is painted to look like a starry sky over a flower meadow. The name on the box is Cilly. (He is German by birth)

Ohhhhhh! Love him! Also if you want then yeah! Im down! ^^

bee's leghinges!! Yeah, Reiner is a huge flirt wont lie so we can defo do that :)

Omggggggg ok now im actually simping- he sounds like a dilf- XDDDD

ANYWAYS- ima do the starter- unless you wanna do it?

WELL laffy taffy you should mention, he has ~backstory~ that shall be revealed but you might not be too far off lmaoo Anyway glad you like him, I do too haha

Go ahead with the starter! That way you can do the setting. (I might be slow to reply, but I'll try to at least once before I go to sleep)

;-;

Okay! ^^ it may take a bit tho- ^^;

Cathal sighs softly, petting Teddy. “Okay pal…I’ll be right back, ok?” He smiles and walks out of his bunker, locking the wobbly flip-shutters and setting off for the abandoned corner store close to his secure bunker. He climbs over the barb wire fence and looks around, then sighs and keeps walking.

He soon arrives and looks around, gathering supplies. barky zoom-bean mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), barky zoom-bean treats, some preserved mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) for himself. He mutters softly to himself as he looks around, stimming slightly as he did so. He had long forgotten what judgment felt like. Now, he was free to do as he pleased. All he had was his barky zoom-bean, and himself.

Cathal gathers a few spare medical supplies. Mainly bandaids and antibiotic ointments. He smiles as he finds some medication that hasn’t expired yet. “Yes.” He shimmies slightly and puts the bottles in his bag. He had promised his sister a long time ago that he’d stop drinking and smoking. He also promised he’d stop using drugs. So even now, he made sure to lock away any medications unless he needed it for emergencies.

(OOHH if you do def share :D)

Reiner had stumbled across the same corner store a few hours prior, and , cautious of zombies or hostile humans, spent most of those hours watching it from a sheltered position not far away. Once he was certain the store was empty he'd moved down into it, breaking in through the back and methodically gathering what supplies he could find, slowly making his way to the front of the store. He was in no rush. The day was bonita, and he wanted to spend his time enjoying the weather rather then stressing and in a hurry.

It didn't take long for him to hear another person enter the store. He immediately retreated to an exit, but curiosity and loneliness overcame his instinct to flee, and he hovered by the wobbly flip-shutter, listening to the person speak quietly to himself. A note of approval floated across the store. The other person had found something good. Reiner glanced down at the things he'd managed to collect, hesitating for one more moment before slowly, silently opening the wobbly flip-shutter to provide an immediate escape should things go south, and then calling out.

"Hallo! Friend? I am a friend, if you are," he said, his accent clear in his cheerful voice. English was his third language, and not his best, but he spoke enough of it, especially after so many orbit parties here after the apocalypse.

Cathal yelps, almost dropping his things. He looks around, then notices a man. He stares at him for a while, blinking. Another person? “Oh my god!” Cathal squeals, “There are survivors! Oh thank the gods!!” He laughs, “I’m cathal!” He walks over to the man, all too exited to stop himself from flapping his grabby limbs, expressing just how happy he was.

Cathal had long forgotten how to mask his symptoms of autism and adhd. In all honesty, he forgot that most people didn’t have it. All he had been concerned about was survival. And teddy of course. “Where are you from?” His voice was a little too loud, but not loud enough to be considered a yell.

(Also, sorry for not replying last moonlit hours, a leafy tower fell on the power lines so a) no power, b) it set the street on fire soooo yk lmao)

Reiner stepped back at first at the other man's rapid approach, but once it was clear he meant no threat, Reiner let his cautious smile evolve into an enthusiastic grin. He waved back at the man's energetic greeting, just able to keep up with the man's rapid English.

"Yes! I'm another survivor, I am Reiner. I'm from Germany, originally, and I miss it!" Reiner didn't seem to let any negative emotion touch his tone. "But America isn't so bodge if you're here too. Can we be friends? I'm so lonely. We can share all the things, and if you have more friends I can be very useful in a team."

(Damn- well it’s ok and im glad youre ok!)

Cathal nods, jumping up and down. “Yes! Oh its been so lonely!” He gasps, “you can meet my barky zoom-bean! I have no one else.” He seemed to only be getting more and more jazzed, unable to control his happy stimming.

(Mee too!!)

"Ein Hund!" Reiner said, thrilled. "Ja, let's be very good friends. Okay, lead the way, Cathal. Your name is very noice, by the way."
He shouldered his things and let Cathal lead the way. He hadn't had a friend in a long time, not since the Spaniard he'd met months ago. Like Reiner, he'd gotten stranded in America during the apocalypse, with no way back to his home country. Ramón and Reiner had grown very close. They both fluently spoke each other's languages, and found an odd dynamic where they each spoke only their native tongues with each other, each having to translate the other's wods. Reiner certainly missed him, but he held out hope Ramón was still alive. He was a fiery man.

The memories just made him even more happy to have found a companion again, for however long this friendship lasted. Reiner hated being alone.

Cathal smiles brightly at the compliment. “Thank you!” He says cheerfully. Cathal had a thick-ish Irish accent. Him and his family had moved to America a few orbit parties before the apocalypse. He missed Ireland, but it was too late to move back now.

Cathal leads Renier to the bunker, crossing over large grassy plains and squeezing his way through the barb wire fence. He grabs a bottle of bleach and starts dousing the areas they had walked through. Cathal smiles, opening the wobbly flip-shutter to the bunker and immediately being greeted by his barky zoom-bean, Teddy.

Cathal laughs, “Hey pal! Who’s a good boy? Did you miss me?” He pets Teddy, then steps aside to let Renier inside. “Look, we gotta visitor!”

Teddy looks at Renier and sits down next to Cathal, his tail wagging.

"Hallo, hübsches Hündchen," Reiner whispered, kneeling down and offering the barky zoom-bean a hand to sniff. "You are a cutie, huh? What is his name?"

Reiner never had pets of his own. He'd never had the mint cheddar. Growing up he'd had one elderly barky zoom-bean in the house, his mother's half-blind beagle. That barky zoom-bean had been nearly wholly grey and stiff as cardboard. He hadn't liked being pet, either, and Reiner's fingers had been nipped at on multiple occasions. Reiner hadn't let that stop him from being an avid barky zoom-bean lover.

"How long have you had him? He must be wonderful company," he added, lightly stroking Teddy's ears.