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    Jul 10 2015, 10:22 PM
    The pair looked like raiders to him. Jack cautiously watched from his room's window down on the new arrivals. One of them was let in, while the other went back out on horses, with Moira.

    "I don't know what they're doing, stop asking," Jack told himself. "You're like a damned broken record, you! You shut up!"

    He stayed in his second floor room all day, every day since he arrived with Dallen not so long ago. Occasionally he'd attend meetings, like the one about what to do with the kids that killed the other kid with peanuts or some fucking shit like that. He attended Cody's funeral, though he barely knew the man. Mostly, he'd go to what was deemed as the smokers pit. It was behind the warehouse, outlooking one of the gates. He liked it there. He had only met a few of the community members there, like Moira, who would smoke him out with fine herb.

    A few hours later and he found himself spying again on newcomers. This time it was Dallen, and he had a woman in a school girl's outfit with him and a little girl.

    "Holy fucking shit, he found her!"

    Kenji had them checked and then took them into the community. He watched as he took Dallen and the little girl off to somewhere he couldn't see from his angle. Grabbing one of his last smokes, he headed out and down into the smokers pit.

    "Need golf shoes to walk in this muck!"

    He waved as Dallen walked by, but the man payed no attention to him. Jack simply shrugged and lit up his smoke, looking up to see the school girl walking by. She seemed to be walking toward him.

    "She's coming this way, act like you're normal!" he muttered.

    He took a puff and then smiled to her.

    "I've been watching you," he told her as she came up. "I mean, I saw you come in the gates. I mean, hello."
    May 14 2015, 09:19 PM
    Day 1

    Jack remembered the first day as if it were yesterday. He thought about it often, wondering if his thoughts were the only thoughts left in the world. He was teaching a history class at the university in Wesley, a small town in Georgia just a few miles shy of Nunez. It was just an ordinary day.

    His life wasn't perfect. He had been through two divorces and had no family left, all he had was his work and studies. People called him odd behind his back in his social life, but at work he was Mr. Everend. Just a normal Joe trying to get by on his own.

    He spent most of his time reading, whether for the school or for pleasure. Fantasy writing was generally his favorite. His least, politics. Though he kept up to date with the morning newspapers. It was his daily lifestyle. He hated change or attention.

    No one was really sure what was going on when it started. People panicked and fled, jamming up the parking lots of the university and ultimately getting surrounded by the dangers around them. Jack first saw the dead at the doors of the msu building. They overwhelmed a few students and tore their flesh from their skin, bite by bite. He watched in horror as the campus became overrun. Yet, he never moved. He never left, he stayed in that library for the night.

    The coming weeks were no different, except that most of the people were dead by now. A few students and faculty survived, and together they all stayed in the locked down library. Everyone began to help each other. The strongest of the group went out and found endless cans from a nearby fooddrive, as well as many more much needed supplies. Everyone had their part and everyone helped out, except for Jack. He was a coward, and he knew it. He blamed his lack of work to his back pains, and somehow got away with it. He was yet again the odd one, but at least they still accepted the man.

    In the coming months more people joined the group, and more people never returned from their scavenges. They still made it work, in the beginning. Once starvation again became a factor, those that were once closest became bitter toward each other. More died, and the survivors stopped coming in. Moral was low, and it never lifted again. Time went on until every single one of them were dead, except Jack.

    Present Day

    It had been years now. He lost count of the days a long time ago. He was still home, stashed away in his library. It had been hard to manage this long and he knew nothing on survival, but he still somehow had luck. The small town he was in was riddled with more than enough food to last him until now. He was smart, and careful. He knew his way around, and he never had much trouble. There was always a way out for him, it was part of his method.

    He also wasn't technically alone, at least to his knowledge. He had a voice in his head, one that had developed sometime ago. It was his voice, but in his head. He also knew very well the difference between his thoughts and this voice only he could hear. Jack thought of it as a guardian angel of some sort, it had also directed him to safety on numerous occasions.

    'We have to leave this town, or die'

    The voice was right, there was nothing left in Wesley anymore. His stomach churned with hunger as he thought about it. He knew he even still wasn't ready to go out there, out there with them.

    "No, if we leave we'll be torn to shreds," Jack replied. "I'd rather die of hunger."


    "You're not real damn you!" Jack shouted amongst the silence of the books. "And please stop using foul language. We stay, for as long as it takes."

    Jack waited for a response, but nothing came. It was always when he expected the voice to speak that it never did, funny thing. He walked over to the library window and peered out to the sea of dead. If there was any hope left in him, it was definitely gone now.

    He knew his days were drawing to a close.
    Aug 30 2014, 05:29 PM
    <center><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">Jack Everend</div>

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    <br>GENDER: Male
    <br>AGE: 42
    <br>BIRTHDATE: March 3
    <br>NICKNAME(S): (If any)
    <br>SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
    <br>READ RULES: (Click here) uhhhm. World Peace.

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    <br>HOMETOWN: Boise, Idaho
    <br>GROUP AFFILIATION: (If any, if none put UNAFFILIATED)
    <br>FACE CLAIM: Johnny Depp

    <br><br></div><br><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">APPEARANCE</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;">

    <br>HAIR COLOR: brown
    <br>EYE COLOR: brown
    <br>BUILD: average
    <br>DISTINGUISHING MARKS: (Tattoos? Piercings? Noticeable scars? etc.)
    <br>CLOTHING STYLE: (What can your character be most often found wearing? Any particular style?) Clean clothes, uhh...nice clean clothes.

    <br><br></div><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">PERSONALITY</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"><br>

    (describe your character's overall personality)

    Charming and full of wits. Being the coward that he knows he is, his main strength is his brain. Though he constantly multitasks with it and may seem slightly insane to an average person, he's actually quite normal. At least to himself.
    Sarcastic. Not to serious. In fact, hardly ever serious, even in dire situations. It's just the way he is, making light of the flesh eating monsters is something of the norm for him.
    Arrogant and selfish. He might hold himself at a higher regard than others, which might turn many off. This is why he's a loner, both post apocalyptic life and otherwise. It'll take a lot for someone to actually get under his skin in a good way, he doesn't really value others opinions when his is absolutely right. Though, he will manipulate and use others to his advantage.

    <br><br></div><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">SKILLS</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"><br>

    (Include your character’s proficiencies. List skills that they've picked up before or after The Outbreak, but keep them reasonable. They need to fit your character's background)
    • SKILL 1 - Photographic memory.
    • SKILL 2 - Intelligence.
    • SKILL 3 - Blind luck.
    • ETC
    <br></div><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">INVENTORY</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"><br>

    (List up to ten separate items that your character possesses. These items may include vehicles, food and water, weapons, memorabilia or miscellaneous gear your character uses to survive. Items of the same name may stack within reason, IE: 5 x bottles of water would count as 1 item. 60 x 9mm bullets would also count as a single item. As your character's story develops, if they find anything to keep during plots, please add the item(s) to this list. At that point, they can start carrying more than 10 items)
    • Books (stays in a library)
    • uhh, rest in rp
    • Item 3
    • Item 4
    • Item 5
    • Item 6
    • Item 7
    • Item 8
    • Item 9
    • Item 10
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    (List here important friends and family, their ages and if they are currently still among the living)
    • Family deceased
    • ETC
    <br></div><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">HISTORY</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"><br>

    (In at least one paragraph, describe your character's past events that have lead up to now)

    Mr. Everend studied history and english growing up, until he became a history professor himself at the local college. He found himself more fascinated with the world's past, that he rarely ever followed current events. When the outbreak happened, he managed to hole up in the universities library. At first it was amazing, to have all the time in the world just to read, but eventually the neccessities of survival would play in.

    He could be a ladies man if he chose that path, and didn't make every women he met think he was bat shit crazy. Well, maybe he is. He's had three wives, all divorced and none of them he loved. His true love is reading. It doesn't matter what really, he has a passion for delving into different worlds or time periods.

    When he was younger, his sister was killed in a car crash. He was in that accident as well, being the driver. It's something he never talks about, and it wasn't his fault as he was sober and was hit by someone else. This incident has brought him to the bottle on many occasions.

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    (This is not required, however, if you would like to submit a role play sample, feel free to do so here. Please put paragraph breaks <*p> (without the asterisk) in between each paragraph)

    <br><br></div><br><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">PLAYER STATS</div><div style="width:400px;background-color:#201e1c;height:20px;"></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;">

    <br>your alias: Dal
    <br>other characters: Dal and crew
    <br>how you found us: gps
    <br>age: almost 30 my god
    <br>rp experience: newb
    <br>goals: discounts
    <br>contact: dallen.larson = Skype

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