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I decided that I'd try and start up a new RP, since I just started up an account on this site, and many people here seem to be very litterate roleplayers.

This Rp may seem corney for now, but maybe we can make it something cool. I dunno, I've been ragging my brain trying to think of cool plot ideas for some new RPs, and I just get little bits and pieces, but no solid ideas just yet. I figured I'll just work in this one for now, then start up some of the other ones later.

So, just bare with me for now. I know, I'm lame, but I'm trying really hard to meet some people who don't just post like "*Sits on a tree with her/his pet dragon*".

Anyways, so I watched 'I Am Legend,' as well as like... I dunno, a million other zombie flicks this weekend, and even though it sounds, dumb, I decided to start up a kind of Zombie-ish vampire mix rp. I know, I know, I'm lame, but I might as well try this.

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The year is 2023, and the world is nothing like what it once was. The human population is at an all time low; cities have been abandoned, towns deserted. Many are not what they once were, disease and madness taking their toll on whatever survivors still existed after the incident that changed the world. These survivors simply call it, "The Outbreak."

In 2020 the world was rejoicing. Scientists believed they had finally discovered a cure for virtually all sicknesses and diseases known to man. The component, which was simply called X239, served as a kind of steriod to the human's biological defense systems. In theory, it would allow white blood cells to destroy any microscopic organisms that may serve as an overall threat to the organic compounds organs and/or muscle systems.

Wide-spread manufactioring of the drug began almost immediately after human testing was initiated. Once scientists discovered that X239 seemed to have no negative affects, there was no way, even if they wanted to, that they could keep it from the world.

To this day, no one knowns quite what went wrong. Weeks after the drug had been on the market, the original experimental humans began showing symptoms not usual to normal human behavior. An increased agitation to UV rays, violent aggression, rapid hair loss, and a decreased ability to think and associate on a normal level as they once had.

Panic insued once the report was released to the media. Those who had gotten the medication were thoroughly convinced they would face the same fate as those who had been introduced to the drug originally.

They were right. An outbreak of the infected followed a short few weeks later. Those who were once "The Pure," due to a lack of viruses or disease coursing through their veins, became "The Infected." Abnormal strenth and speed, a hunger for meat, raw or otherwise, and rapid breathing were all additional symptoms of the infected.

Scientists were horrified to discover that the virus had managed to somehow mutate. The human heart was unable to withstand such brutal physical requirements, and in almost every single case, simply stopped pumping blood through the infected's bodies. It seemed that the infected would bring an end to themselves.

That was, of course, before the virus began to move blood through the body on its own. The virus somehow managed to keep a continuation of bloodflow through the body, supplying all the organs and cells with the oxygen they needed to continue functioning. It was as if X239, the medication originally created to destroy all threatening microbiological life-forms, had a mind of its own.

Only, by now it was too late. Over three fourths of the worlds population had already been injected with the virus, and as studies began to show only about a fourth of the infected had structures that were able to withstand the brutal affects the virus had on their bodies. Many were unable to withstand the rapid changes in both their minds, and their physical form, and became food for the others.

Many of the humans who were not injected with X239 recieved the virus through the air. Much to the survivors dismay, it appeared that the X239 virus was airborn as well as being able to be passed on through saliva or blood from an infected.

There are a select few humans who seem to be immune to both the airborn virus, as well as the exchange of blood or saliva. These few have no true name, due in part because of the fact that there are so few of them, only they, as well as a select few scientists, are aware of their abnormalities.

The surviving humans are scarce, most of them group together in populations of anywhere from two to fifty, searching what remains of the earth they once knew for survivors who have yet to be infected.

Some, who feel they have nothing to lose, have become hunters. Most are prompted by the desire to find survivors living amongst the reckage that they have been forced to strive in.

As some of these hunters may have discovered, the infected often function in groups, living together in dark buildings or basements and sleeping during the day; awaiting the night to search for their next meal. It would be quite unwise to wage a war against an infected during the night, or in their own home; those who are foolish enough to try rarely survive.

Presently, most all human beings' goal is to find a sanctuary from the infected. Some have banded together in groups to try and reform a normal society, but with the threat of an attack from the infected always at an all time high, it has proven to be easier said than done.

* - Although this may sound familiar to many other zombie movies, please realize that I am in no way trying to rip off the plot of any other movies. The simple fact is that many zombie flicks are the same, and most follow this general idea.


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l x l - Romance is a allowed. Yes! Romance is allowed! Some romance, but as you probably know, nothing like cybering, a kiss here and there is fine though.

l x l - Please only play humans, vampires, and/or the infected. I do not want any unbelievably cool characters, that are all godly and beautiful, and amazing, and bla bla bla. No one likes a mary/gary sue. Vampires are simply vampires. Humans are simply humans. You may, however, choose to be one of the humans who is immune to the infection. Vampires, are of course, already immune. Reguarding the infected, the humans who were previously experimented on have more advanced strength, speed, and intelligence than those who became infected later on. These few can associate with human beings who are unaffected, but of the thirty original text subjects, only four still remain alive; these four are the indirect rulers of the infected. These four are also the only of the infected who still have hair. All others are, in short, bald. So... please pick either Vampire, Human (specify if you are immune to the virus or not), or the infected (specify if you are one of the original test subjects.)

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Username: iBackStab
Name: Danny Ashe
Gender: Female
Race: Human [[Immune]]
Age: 21
Apperance: I drew this picure just for you guys. =]
Background info / Personality: Danny currently resides in the underground tunnels of a manufactoring facility in a city swarming with the infected. She hasn't seen any normal, uninfected humans in what seems like years to her, and as a result has gone... a little crazy. During the day, Danny searches for whatever supplies she can find; to say she lacks the necessary tools for survival would be an understatement. Already Danny has cleaned out the police station of all weapons and ammunition, and roughly once a week visits a grocerystore for food and drink, though by now, she has her own supply that is steadily growing. Danny used to be a pizza delivery girl, and would ride around the city on a yellow electronic scooter that could run about 45 miles an hour, and still sometimes will go out for make-belive deliveries.
Likes: Metal music, bandaids, and apparently dressing funny. Oddly enough, she also enjoys the nickname 'Crusty,' after her make-believe bum uncle, who was killed by the infected.
Dislikes: Obviously, the infected, and going out at night. She also has some kind of hatred towards Hugh Jackman, for reasons unknown.
Fears: Death, mostly I guess. She's also afraid of oven mits, though occasionally she'll wear once just for the sake of it. She's a confusing girl.
Secrets: She seems to think that she's got a secret pet koala bear hiding in her closet, so if one was ever to see Danny sneakily throwing some grass in there, it's because she thinks she's feeding her pet. (If you were wondering, his name is Crinkles, but it ocassionally changes.) She also thinks she invented pockets.
Talents: Other than being able to survive this long, Danny is a pretty... normal human being. She is actually quite talented with using a spatula as a weapon, though understandably prefers a gun. Also, for someone who is borderline crazy, Danny is quite skilled with electronics. She's what most people would have called a nerdy computer genius, though, that is one of the most unlikely things one would expect from just looking at her.
Weapon(s): Anything Danny can get her hands on.

Username: Twilight_New Moon_Eclipse
Name: Max Q. Kirsten
Gender: Female
Race: Immune Human
Age: 19
Apperance: Click me!
Background info / Personality: Max lost all of her family to the infected- Her mother’s side was killed, her father’s side was infected. Strangely, she seems to want to believe her brother is still alive (even though he died four years before the whole infection episode). She likes to prove that she’s tough and street-smart, but breaks out crying if someone even mentions her brother, following up with a sarcastic and often snippy comment to whoever made her start.
Likes: Picking fights, writing on herself, martial arts and purposely going off topic.
Dislikes: The infected, people who make her give up her façade accidentally, butterflies (for some reason) and radio commercials.
Fears: Limbs or other body parts that have been separated from the body they should be on.
Secrets: She’s sprayed a policeman with his own pepper spray and almost killed herself by jumping off a building.
Talents: She has deadly aim and can pick any lock in under five minutes.
Weapon(s): A couple of throwing knives is all she needs.

Username: Hilf
Name: Keavy Douglas
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: 563
Apperance: With direct Scottish heritage, Keavy has the typical pale skin dotted with freckles and thick, wavy hair. It is brown-red in color, much like blood mixed into mud. She's tall and lanky, not having much curve to her chest and hips. Keavy, however, has what people called elven features, with high cheekbones and a sort of royal posture about her.

Keavy likes to wear her family's colors. She often has some sort of tartan piece in her outfits, and if not still wears the typical blue and greens of the Douglas'. She also enjoys skirts and dresses, finding pants to be uncomfortable, especially while running. Some sort of dagger or knife is hidden upon Keavy at all times, normally in her shoes.
Background info / Personality: Keavy was born and raised in Scotland in the castle of the Black Douglas'. She was born during the Hundred Years War, about the time her Clan had ascended to such power it was thought they could easily take the throne. A few years after successfully holding the English off Scottish soil, King James II threw them out of Scotland and banned their tartan from being worn or made. As this happened, Keavy -the only child of a lower court royal- and her family had two choices; be sold into slavery and stay in Scotland or run away to Ireland.

Her family ran, living amongst the less-than-hospitable Irishmen. One night, as Keavy was returning home from working at a bar, Englishmen sailed in with dark flags and no lights upon the water. It was a raid! They often came to snatch children and sell them back at home, though Keavy was unlucky enough to be near to the shore during one of these times. They took her by boat to England, selling the starved Keavy off. For several years, she worked as a maid at a brothel, not yet being of age to do any true work.

Dreading her coming birthday, Keavy set the place on fire and ran through the night, managing to slide onto an estate where she could hide amongst the horses. When the lass awoke, she found a pale, strange man above her, staring at Keavy like she were a piece of meat. This man took the poor girl, giving her a proper bath and some food, commanding her to tell him her story. So Keavy retold her last fifteen years, also noting that her birthday was soon. He nodded, and allowed her to stay in the barn for feeding and grooming his horses. She wasn't allowed inside the house, and had to hide in the loft when others came out, "for your own safety," he explained.

The next month, as she turned sixteen, the man came back and -with surprising brutality- gave her the kiss of death. For what seemed a century, the man then stowed Keavy in his basement, teaching her how to cope with the smell of mortal blood without going into a bloodthirsty rage. Finally, after what was actually a simple year, he let her free.

Keavy's first act was to return to Ireland, finding her father dead and mother enslaved in Scotland. She lived in Ireland until the nineteenth century, where then she went to Scotland, living near Dublin and once more taking to wandering the highlands as she had as a child. When pathways to America opened, Keavy took one at the start of the twenty-first century, finding the life there harder than back at Scotland, but more free to do as she pleased.

The girl, without any true ties to other vampires, took a mortal job as a security guard. Keavy remained there throughout the the entire outbreak, watching it with mild disinterest. As the world fell into ruin and chaos, she took to hiding once more. With little humans to feed from, she's taken to drinking the blood of animals. Though, the year in her Sire's basement, and the hundreds of years of learning restraint and hunger, Keavy can still go almost a month before she is driven mad with hunger.
Likes: Blood, Scotland, wildflowers, books, the moon, solitude, green, red, and running.
Dislikes: Zombies, other vampires, Ireland, blue, food, "feeding," crowds, and the sun.
Fears: One day she will go beserk and not be able to control her bloodlust, also, she has a fear of the sunlight.
Secrets: Her vampiric nature, and her unnatural love for mortals (she tries to be indifferent.)
Talents: Keavy is a fast sprinter, her love for running through the Highlands giving her a good pair of lungs, which can also be used for steadying her aim while firing a gun. Keavy is able to tell a friend from a foe, and a lie from the truth unbelievably well, as it would come from her long lifespan.
Weapon(s): A dirk, claymore, and a semi-automatic sniper rifle.

Username: cyanidecookie
Name: Sabriel "Briar" Mubarak (meaning 'blessed one')
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: Unknown(appearance: 19)
Appearance: Briar looks to be about 19, She has short spikey black hair, with the sides and back shaved clean. Most of her body is covered in black tribal tattoos of Egyptian descent. She looks to be of partial Egyptian descent herself, although she is much paler than most Egyptians (due to lack of sun). Briar is tall and slender, her body is muscled and athletic. Her eyes are a very pale gray. She wears tight black jeans, and a black men's tanktop. She has a large leather jacket to cover her skin, and wears black leather gloves to cover her hands. She wears darkly tinted mirrored sunglasses to shade her eyes. Her jacket has no hood, so she made a lightweight black canvas vest to wear under it, to which she attached a large hood.
Background info / Personality: Briar is a loner by nature, prefering the company of animals to other people. She likes to walk, accompanied by at least one of her pet snakes. She also has a rat, which resides on her person at all times. She has a pet cat, who tends to follow her most places. She has been around for longer than even she can remember. She has spent most of her life living in Egypt, watching the culture evolve around her. About the time America was blossoming, people began wondering about her, they finally picked up on how long she had appeared the same. Fearing for her safety, she fled to a young New York. There she lived until fairly recently, when she became restless, and left, wandering across the country. She was between cities when the infection happened. She now continues to wander the country, defending herself as needed, and stopping in the cities she passes for supplies and to feed. Over the long years spent in the hot and sunny climate of Egypt, her body has adjusted to withstand sunlight. Although painful, she can travel during the day, keeping her skin covered, and eyes hidden. During her travels, her three pet snakes ride inside her jacket, and her rat sits in her shirt. When her cat is tired of walking, she will ride across Briar's shoulders.
Likes: Animals, walking, the moon, Egyptian culture, traveling, smoking cigarettes, wearing dark sunglasses.
Dislikes: People, modern society, most smells, sunlight, most other vampires, staying in one place for too long.
Fears: Losing her animal companions, losing touch with the earth and paticuraly Egypt, being tied down to one place or city.
Secrets: Her past.
Talents: Briar is very quick and agile. She is exceptional with a pair of Kopesh, a ancient Egyptian curved blade. She has more recently become proficient with a handgun, as it is somewhat more useful in this day and age. She is still better with the blades, but she has learned quickly with the gun, and her exceptional eyesight helps her aim. She can also befriend almost any animal. She can go almost two months without feeding, and can also withstand sunlight as long as she keeps her skin and eyes shaded most of the time.
Weapon(s): Briar owns a pair of Kopesh that she used back in Egypt, as well as a pair of handguns that she aquired somewhat more recently.


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Danny continued to hum a horribly out of tune version of the Captian Planet theme song that she'd learned years ago as a child, while pushing her shopping cart down the grocery store iles slowly. Once she reached the end of the ile, Danny swiftly turned the cart, and briskly made her way to the check out, where a broom, adorned with an apron that read, 'Welcome to our store, my name is Broomy,' leaned against the wall.

"Good day broomy," Danny said in a deep voice, "I see you haven't moved away just yet. How's the world treating you?" After a long silence, lasting a good four or five minutes at least, Danny burst out laughing, and raced her cart to the doors. "Run, run, as fast as you can! You'll never catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" She shouted, forcing the doors open with the edge of her cart, and continuing to run towards the manufactoring facility she now called her home, the wheels making loud noises as they rolled against the concrete.

Had she been more in tune with the world, perhaps she would have remembered that she'd driven to the store today, and would have simply gotten in the car and driven away.

Max watched some person run a shopping cart out of the grocery store while screaming something loudly. Once she was sure she was in the clear, she bent down and slid herself under the car the person had left behind. "O-kay, let's see if I remember how to do this." She reached up and crossed the wires underneath. A deafening car alarm rang out. "Uh-oh." Max slid ehrself out from under the car and brushed off her clothes, then ran for an abandoned manufacturing warehouse.

There was a figure pacing through the shadows, here, then back, and then back again. The large stacks of crates provided penty of darkness from the daylight sun. "Can't believe this... How the hell'd I get stuck here?" the woman growled, her firy red hair flashing brilliantly even in the deep, ominous darkness. Her marble-colored skin was an ashen gray amongst the crates, flowing like liquid with her movements. Hunger dried her humor and caused her eyes to become shallow, ruby red orbs. The old lady stopped pacing to sit down, thinking her hardest to get from this situation. Obviously, the manufacturing house was occupied by at least one human, and if they came before nightfall, the Vampire had a feeling she'd be explaining herself. Not only that, but it'd been a couple weeks since she last found a cat to eat. Mice skittered here and there, but would only briefly quench her hunger. And, besides that, leaving a blood-dry rat laying around a human's dwelling normally did not lead to positive results.

Keavy, as she was known, stood up, unable to keep herself still. The day was wearing on, turning to evening, the woman could feel it as much as she could smell it. However, her luck wore out as the loud, obnoxious sounds of wheels on concrete came nearer. It sounded like a shopping cart, and from experience, Keavy knew no zombie could very well navigate a shopping cart. Which only meant it was a human. Cursing loudly, Keavy turned and fled as far back into the shadows as she could, pulling an abandoned workhouse blanket over her and laying flat to the ground. She would not, for the life of her, be caught by a simple human. Holding as still as possible -which, for an undead, was pretty still- Keavy began to listen and wait for nightfall.

Danny, oblivious to anything actually going on around her, pushed her cart up the (poorly built) ramp she'd constructed herself out of spare metal and wood, pausing only briefly to step around the cart, and nudge open the doors to the facility, before pulling in the cart by the front.

Shortly after the entire cart was within the walls of the manufacturing facility, did Danny slide the doors mostly closed, pushing the cart to the far left corner, before throwing a dusty, most likely foul-smelling rug, off the ground to reveal what seemed like some kind of hatch leading underground. Danny sighed slightly, before kneeling down, beginning to tug on the hatches opening. "To the Batcave," she muttered quietly.

Finding the doors to the nearest building closed, Max scoured the ground for some kind of long, thin object she could use to pick the lock. She wandered over by a mound of crates, pulling back a board or two and checking the insides. She spotted a paper clip a few yards away, and in her haste to get at it promptly fell over a lumpy blanket.

Danny paused, her arm outstretched, just about to tug on the door once again. It was as if she was a six year old, caught with her hand in the cookie jar; she wouldn't dare move. When you heard a crash, in these times, it usually meant something was coming after you to devour your flesh, in some way, shape, or form.

Danny hadn't seen any other human beings, especially in this area, that hadn't been infected in... god knows how many days.

The 'deer caught in the headlights' expression that Danny wore quickly changed to one of confusion. If it was an infected...

Why was it out so early? Danny'd discovered that the one time she didn't have to worry about an attack from the zombie-creatures was during the daytime, when sunlight shone throughout the streets.

Confused, and no doubt puzzled, Danny glanced down at her watch to see what time it was. It wasn't getting dark when she'd entered just a moment ago... was it?

Looking at her watch in curiosity, (It may have helped, if it wasn't simply a fake Pokemon bracelet from years ago that McDonalds gave away in their happymeals) only to slap her forehead moments later, as if just realizing something, Danny stood, straightening her posture. "How downright rude of me, old chap. I shant leave a poor impression on a new fellow!" She muttered cheerfully, in an obviously fake accent.

However, though she seemed to want to greet whatever it was that was outside, Danny seemed to creep to the side of the building, like a secret agent (accompanied with her own, pathetic attempt at a secret agent theme song), and slowly began to step closer and closer to the edge, as she did so humming faster and faster, until she reached the door, and gave up the whole action itself.

Danny reached her arm out slowly, as if to open the door and see exactly what had made the noise in the first place.

Of course, if it was just another rat, she'd have another little friend to add to her slowly growing collection of rodents who thrived throughout the tunnels under the facility.

Truly, it was like an infestation.

Though... Danny didn't actually mind. The rats gave her intelligent conversation, most of the time. When they weren't complaining of the smell of mildew in their homes, or how their brothers and sisters ate all their wonderful cheese. (Which, in Danny's opinion, she didn't think they actually had. But she humored them.)

Max picked herself up off the ground and swore loudly as she kicked a crate, rewarding her with a sore toe. She glared at the paperclip, as if to say, "You did this." Max, leaning painfully against the building, suddenly heard a bad impersonation of a secret agent theme song form television. "Either a radio has just malfunctioned, or there's someone else here," she muttered, unsheathing a knife from her sleeve. Of course, it oculd have been a walking radio. Right now, she wasn't ruling anything out. "Who's there?" She called out cockily, hoping to scare them off.

Keavy was thankful none had come near the narrow row of crates shielding her from the sun. Because of this, she felt safe enough to crawl from under the stifling hot blanket, and to lean against a stack of them. Sitting with her feet spread out before her, the Vampire listened as the main occupant went from her hideaway to the door, having obviously heard an intruder. Her sense of smell could tell they both weren't infected, their blood rich and free of the enigma. A very off-key 'suspension' song was being hummed, making Keavy believe the main female occupant to be delusional. Or just plain crazy.

The lady outside was not amused it seemed. Keavy could smell sharp metal of a knife, well oiled and taken care of. She listened to the beginning of a transaction. Well. The humans of this city might finally band together... the Vampire thought with amusement. That would definitely be a sight to see!

"The boogie man!" Danny shouted, making herself jump accidentally due to the loud noise.

It was a pathetic attempt to scare off whatever threat was outside, and although it was Danny's first response, it wasn't exactly her intention. She hadn't laid eyes on an actual human in what felt like years. Not counting all the make-believe friends she'd made up, whom lived throughout her comfort zone of the city.

Grabbing onto the handle bar of the door, Danny swung it open. The end of the door slammed once it'd opened as far as it could, causing an echo to occur throughout the near empty facility.

Danny peered outside, squinting due to the variation of the shadowed dimness of the manufacturing facility, versus the light from the outside world.

Figuring that whatever person had yelled something as stupid as 'the boogieman' couldn't be that dangerous, ((no offense, lol)) Max decided to take her chances, slipping into the building. She'd dealt with crazies before.

Briar stretched, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. She ran an idle hand over the glossy feathers of the eagle perched on her shoulder. Her slender black cat rubbed against her legs. A smile twitched on her lips as she looked over the city before her. She stood still a few miles outside of town, atop a small hill. Crouching low, she scratched around the cat's ears, muttering a few words in an old cryptic tongue. When she stood again, she paused, looking over the city again before resuming her pace towards the city's edge.

Danny watched as the girl entered through the now open doors to the manufacturing facility, tilting her head as would a dog when it encountered something new.

It had been years since Danny saw a human that was unaffected by the virus; after so long the girl had just assumed, had even gotten used to the thought, that she was the last living human being. Although reason told her there were probably others out there, she at least had considered herself to be the last living human being in the province she was in.

Yet, here, standing before her was proof that the thoughts she'd felt for quite some time were obviously incorrect. Danny was, at first, left with a loss of words.

As if coming face to face with a human being for the first time in years wasn't nerve-striking enough, the fact that Danny hadn't worn her magic oven mitts left her with the feeling her self-esteem must have run away.

"I..." Danny seemed to be panicking, her eye darting from the left to the right frantically. "I've got it! It's in my house..." There was an odd pause, before Danny began to speak again, loudly and quickly. "I swear I do! And I really is lucky too! I wear it all the time! Well, obviously not all the time," She paused for a quick, nervous laugh that didn't seem to have any humor held within it at all. "Otherwise I'd have it now, and it probably would smell funny, but it'd still have the same luck th--" Danny abruptly stopped, as if realizing something.

"How rude of me. You've got to be hungry; I can have a feast if you want; Would you like some goldfish?"