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    Johnny Blackburn


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    Oct 4 2015, 10:52 AM
    (This is our end all thread. Lets kill everyone!!)

    It was unsafe to stay near Nunez after what he and Don had done. He tried to wait for the man, but he never came out. Johnny decided it would be best for him to just leave, as Nunez would probably be expecting him to try and save Donovan. It was over, whatever nunez was supposed to be, it was all over now.

    He was alone and on foot now, in the wilderness surround nunez. The vehicle he stole broke down and so he had to leave it behind. He took what he could carry, then blew the truck up with a grenade.

    The walkers were coming toward the place, but he stayed out of view from them. Once it was clear, he began again in the opposite direction. A new start.

    By nightfall, he had reached the base of the mountains. He set up a camp and climbed a tree to sleep. His plans were to hunt in the morning, then try and find a shelter base at least for awhile. He was carrying to many weapons and knew he'd have to leave them behind if he didn't find a place soon, or at least another vehicle.

    His eyes opened from the light rain that had began to fall at dawn. It was peaceful for a moment, then he turned and nearly fell out of the tree. Luckily he was able to stop himself and pull back up.

    A few walkers were just under him, scratching at the bark of the tree and trying to climb.

    "Not today, boys," he told the dead.

    He pulled out his steel tomahawk and jumped down, taking them out with ease. He then packed up, deciding he needed a new location, and set off again to who knows where.
    Aug 18 2015, 06:06 PM
    *live performances of Johnny Blackburn's music before a-hole zombies took over the world.*


    Fade Away

    Jun 8 2014, 12:09 PM
    ((* Just for the fuck of it...))

    It was the most peaceful western town on this side of the Mississippi, but all good things come to an end. There was a time when the outlaws and bandits ruled the area, but all that did was make the law stronger. Now the town of Tumbleweed nearly overflowed with population and opportunity. New jobs and businesses arose and flourished, while the bad men were left to the unknown of the long, dry desert that surrounded them. It was either that, or death.

    "Burn the witch!!" a voice yelled.

    "Kill her!!" came another.

    It was nightfall, and the town had come together on the market center streets. Their torches lit up under the stars as one big mob, all moving in unison to the noose as they did for any criminal. This one was different, though. This one was a lady, accused of dark sorcery.

    Johnny Blackburn leaned against a pole at the barber shop, overlooking the mass of angry people. The former gunslinger turned gambler lit a smoke and kept to himself. Once the marshal and the sheriff brought the accused woman up on the platform, he got a good look at her. She looked normal enough to him, she had long dark hair and crystal blue eyes. She was young, surely innocent in his mind. Though these days, you never knew.

    A rope was tied around the woman's neck, though her face stayed calm. As the roaring crowd continuously shouted at her and threw rocks, Johnny couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. It was none of his business, but it still made him uncomfortable. All he wanted was for this to hurry up and finish so he could get back to playing cards.

    "Sheela Mortensen, you are hereby sentenced to death for the crime of black arts and magic," declared one of the lawmen, standing beside her. "Of worship of the dark Lord in Satan. Of the sin of attempting to bring curses to the spirits. Have you anything to say before we hang you until you are dead?"

    "I do," she spoke, her voice slightly cracking. "Curse you all. Curse Hell upon you. Curse everyone who lives with death, and those with death to live. Burn my corpse, for if you do not, I shall return and feast from your flesh. Curse you to Hell, curse you all!"

    "...and so you are sentenced," finished the man, looking over and giving a nod.

    As she fell, lightning struck from the sky above. Rain came there afterward, out of nowhere. The clouds grew darker and a storm came, as the witch choked on her last moment of life.

    "Burn her!!" someone yelled.

    As her body flopped to the ground, each person came forth and tossed their torches upon her. She burned, even through the rain she burned.

    "Well," the mayor of the town spoke, while covering his head from the downpour. "Shots all around!"

    The mob cheered, and with that made their way toward the bar. Life came back to the town, and everything went back to normal. Johnny finished his smoke, and was the last one to leave the area. He watched the poor woman burn, until the rain water finally put her out. With a sigh, he went to play some poker.

    As the storm worsened, the party had begun. The alcohol poured and the piano played, while the whores found their targets. It was as if nothing had even happened prior. Just a peaceful town again.

    None knew nor cared what happened beyond the party. Non knew the undertaker had come out and carried the witch's body to the cemetery. Non knew he buried her burnt corpse, putting her to final rest. Non knew that the other graves shook as if to be an earthquake, or that the dead rose from their holes in the ground. Before the undertaker could understand what was happening, he found himself being caught by one man he had buried long ago. The man sunk his rotten teethe deep into his wrist, pulling his flesh and veins from him.

    A woman's scream filled the air. The thunder muffled it, but few in the bar heard, including Johnny. Some pulled their weapons and headed outside, though others stated it was just the storm. Johnny followed to the rain, and heard the scream again. This time they all heard it.

    There they all saw Heather, one of the shopkeepers, sprawled on the floor with the undertaker over top of her. They were both a bloody mess. Upon a closer look, they saw that her neck was pumping out her own blood.

    "Carl, back away from the lady!" one man commanded, aiming his gun at the undertaker.

    His gaze was deathly. It was him, but as if his soul had left his body. Behind him, just appearing through the rain, came many others. They staggered forward at a quickened pace, as their skin seemed to peel off with each step.

    "What the fuck..." said one bar patron.

    Johnny looked around and noticed they were coming from every side of the town. One of the dead shrieked a loud cry, and then they moved in.
    May 28 2014, 07:14 AM
    <center><div style="font-family:special elite;font-size:30px;color:#8e4623;margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -16px;">JOHNNY BLACKBURN</div>

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    <br>GENDER: Male
    <br>AGE: 33
    <br>BIRTHDATE: October 28
    <br>NICKNAME(S): N/A
    <br>SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
    <br>READ RULES: (Click here) Shit I didn't read the rules...I'll have to go back for that one.

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    <br>HOMETOWN: Fortworth, TX
    <br>FACE CLAIM: Taylor Kitsch

    <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>WEIGHT:203 lbs.
    <br>CLOTHING STYLE: brown hoodie, dark shirts, jeans, steel toe boots.

    <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>

    Johnny may appear to others as a free spirit that doesn't care about much. He is a pothead and prefers to relax than to do anything else. He's very down to earth and chilled out, and usually is the quiet guy in the back of the room. Surprisingly enough given his profession, he is highly annoyed by people. He can't stand them sometimes, unless they're fans of his of course. Then he loves them! He keeps to himself mainly, but at times his ego does crave a bit of attention.
    Though he appears to not care about much, he actually does. He's very kind hearted and would help an old lady cross the street if needed, especially if a hot chick was watching. He tries to hide this side of himself for some reason, but it slips through every once in a while. His fans know this, because he treats them with love and compassion. They are his favorite people in the world.
    Aside from his nice side, he can be a complete ass as well. Mainly to women, because every single one he has crossed in his life he couldn't stand. He's slightly cocky and full of himself, and when this side of him comes out everything seems to change. If he loses an argument he might continue to bicker just to annoy the other person. He always has to be right when going through this phase.

    <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 - Johnny can play the guitar, bass, drums, and sings quite well. He uses this talent as his occupation...or used to anyway.
    • SKILL 2 - Has great speed and endurance, regardless of how much he smokes. His stamina is top shelf. His second favorite thing, music being number one, is working out.
    • SKILL 3 - Has been hunting from an early age. Loves the outdoors and is very comfortable there.
    • SKILL 4 - Leadership qualities.
    • SKILL 5 - Pretty good with making animals from balloons.
    • 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)
      (rest to be gained through rp)
    • machete
    • backpack
    • guitar
    • .357
    • Item 5
    • Item 6
    • Item 7
    • Item 8
    • Item 9
    • Item 10

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

    (List here important friends and family, their ages and if they are currently still among the living)
    • Parents - 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 three paragraphs, describe your character's past events that have lead up to now)

    Johnny Blackburn was born to successful parents. His father Clark was a dentist and his mother Jill was in real estate. They spoiled him rotten with toys and what not, until the day he got a guitar. Everything changed from that moment on, all he did was play and learn. He improved quickly, with his parents buying him everything he needed and some music lessons from top professionals. Throughout high school he played and started bands, always being the frontman. He wrote his own material and it was good, and it quickly became his sole passion.
    As a young adult, his band 'Solace' was quickly rising as one of the top local bands in the city. It wasn't long before a record exec found and signed them to Epic Records, and his journey began. The name of the band shifted to his own name, 'Johnny Blackburn', and fame hit him fast. His first album went straight to number 1, with the hit song "Don't Touch Me" blaring through the radio waves. He was a success, a rock star!
    Then the drugs came. Johnny didn't even remember the second tour, he was too stoned. Eventually they didn't last as long as more popular artists, and resulted to playing smaller venues and tours. They were on tour when the outbreak happened, in some major city of which he didn't even know. His band mates and his manager all tried to stick together in the end, but panic struck them all and they fled. Off to find their families back in the chaos, off to their deaths. Johnny chose a different path, and set out on his own.

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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)

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    <br>your alias: Dal
    <br>other characters: Dal
    <br>how you found us: satellites
    <br>age: 29
    <br>rp experience: purple belt
    <br>goals: I have no goals -cries-
    <br>contact: (where can players get a hold of you?: pm, aim/msn/yim/skype, email, other) dallen.larson (skype)

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