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This is an rp between myself (dwindle) and Serpent if you are not one of us please do not post on this forum, but feel free to follow along! |
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[Valentina Maria Lopez] . Name: Valentina Maria Lopez . Nickname(s): Val, Lopez
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Age: 21 Born October 13 .
Sex: Female
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Sexuality: Pansexual
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Appearance: At first glance you'll assume that Valentina is drop dead gorgeous. But if you pay close attention, she has flaws. Starting with her build, she stands at 5'8" and is very lean with a slight curve to her figure. She has very soft abs from constantly running around. All around her if you notice, she has many scars and bruises. The biggest one is a gash on her right thigh from tripping and cutting herself with her knife. She has it wrapped with a bandage at the moment. . Valentina has soft cheekbones yet a sharp jawline. Her skin complexion is a light tan and she has light freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are an emerald green that she inherited from her mother. She has just below the shoulder length hair that is black. Her hair is slightly wavy. She has naturally thick eyebrows that are slightly arched. . On her wrist she has a tattoo of an infinity sign. It was meant in remembrance of her family. She got it shortly before the apocalypse and told her family it was specifically for them. She has another tattoo behind her ear that has a butterfly and says "Growth."
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Attire: Valentina has always chosen the most casual yet comfortable clothes. Her main attire consists of a grey tank top which is very dirty and sweaty so it's like sticking to her skin. The shirt is tucked into her black cargo pants. On both of her thighs she has a pistol strapped. Valentina also wears black combat boots which are very scuffed.
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Personality: Valentina could be described as hot-headed. She has a hard time with trying to control her anger so she tends to lash out at others. Even if she doesn't mean it. When Val gets angry, she starts to have an attitude and make small remarks. She doesn't do this often, now. Val is nothing but loyal to her group. If it came down to it, I'm sure she'd honestly probably sacrifice herself for them. I mean, she has nothing to lose anyway. Val always keeps her word. And she believes that is how she gained the groups trust. Her humor always consists of sarcasm to the point where nobody knows if she is joking or not. And she thinks that's the funniest part. . Most can say that Valentina is the most stubborn woman you'll ever meet. If she wants to do something her way because she thinks it'll benefit people better, then she will do it. She obviously follows rules still. She just has a mouth on her that isn't afraid to disagree and argue on something. Valentina is very confident in her skills. She's made it this far and she doesn't plan on dying anytime soon. She knows when to be quiet as a mouse.
. Val can be seen as slightly intimidating. She has a major RBF but usually doesn't notice it unless someone point it out. Valentina has always said that she can't control it. She could be happy but her face will say she wants to commit homicide. That's another thing she is trying to work on entirely. However, the woman is very intelligent. She knows how to get around things without being caught. She comes up with master plans in her head but she usually doesn't share them, since she isn't the leader and the chances of people listening are very slim.
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Strengths: + Speed + + Intelligence +
+ Agility +
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Weakness:
- Endurance -
- Stubbornness - - Strength . Weapons: Pistols- As said in her attire, she has two pistols. One strapped to each thigh. She doesn't use them much because of its attraction for the zombies. She only really uses them when she absolutely has to. Machete- Strapped on her back, she has a machete that she uses a lot more. With enough force she is able to slice multiple zombies at once. Dagger- Inside her pocket of her pants, safely secured, she possesses a dagger that was given to her by her father. She keeps it in a black case with red lettering that says "My Val." . Significant Other: N/A . Offspring: N/A .
Kin: Ophelia Lopez - mother - deceased Ricardo Lopez - father - deceased Diego Lopez - brother - unknown Natalia Lopez - sister - unknown
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Voice: Valentina has a very soft voice with a Spanish accent to it. Sometimes it is hard for her to pronounce certain words because English wasn't her first language. Especially words with "r's" because she tends to roll them. She can still speak fluent English.
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Handwriting: Valentina writes everything in cursive. And she writes it neat and legible.
. Other: I got this form from another apocalypse RP I'm in XD |
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Name
Khalin Jones Hefran ==== Nickname(s) Khal, KJ, Heffy ====
Age 23 ====
Gender Male
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Sexuality Straight
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Appearance Khalin is a taller man. He has tanned skin scavenging in the sun. Thick dark brown shaggy hair covers his head and drapes in front of his dazzling eyes. He stands at around 6'4. He has broad shoulders and toned muscles. Because he's bigger all the was around he isn't very fast, but he's strong and willing to put in the work.
Khal has multiple scars that hover his tanned skin. One noticeable one starts just under his left ear and trails down his neck then across his chest to his right peck. Another is on his right bicep and reaches up to his shoulder. He has many, lesser scars on his body, but those are the main ones. ====
Clothing KJ most of the time has on a tactical vest and tactical pants. He doesn't usually wear a shirt under his vest due to the warm weather. His pants pockets are filed to the brim with supplies and food. He has a tactical camouflage backpack that carried all of his bigger things. He was in the military before the world went to crap and carries his training and supplies into the apocalyptic world. He wears combat boots that hold throwing knives. ==== Personality Khalin is usually quiet and kept to himself. He is a pure lover it just takes him a while to learn to trust people. He would jump in front of a hoard of zombies for the people he cares about. He often can get stuck in his own world or in his head and won't hear what is going on around him. He has ptsd from the military, and it's hard for him to learn to cope with new situations. ==== Strengths ~Strength~
~Stamina~
~protectiveness~ Weaknesses ~Stealth~
~speed~
~comes off cranky~ ==== Weapons Khalin carries an AR with a silencer on it, even though it is quieter that a normal rifle, he doesnt like to use it because it's still louder than a non automatic weapon. He carries a pistol at his hip but he doesn't use it for the same reason.
In the side of his right boot he has three throwing knives, he used to have six but as the days progress he lost them do to being unable to retrieve them. His weapon of choice is a baseball bat. In his high school career he played baseball and feel better with ine in his hands.
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Relationship N/A Children N/A Father Ruben Hafran /passed/ Mother Leah Hefran/passed/ Brother N/A Sister Jalen Hefran /passed/ ====
Voice Khal has a deeper voice with a rasp to it. He doesn't usually raise his voice unless someone is in trouble if he's in pain. He tries to keep his tone low and calm most of the time. When he wakes up or is tired his voice is especially raspy and obviously tired. ====
Other khalkn has a Belgian malonios named Kasbec. His dog is always at his side and has a tactical vest of his own. ==== |
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awesome! now to start, should they already know each other or run into each other?)) |
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Maybe they could like know each other from high school but after that they went separate ways after that, but since they're both in their home town again they run into each other?)) |
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That sounds good:) Would you like to start or should I?)) |
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Would you mind starting?)) |
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Valentina Lopez . Footsteps hit the ground as fast as possible. Looking behind her, there was a hord of walkers, as she called them. The moans of the creatures echoed throughout the empty town. Valentina would use her pistols but she didn't want to attract any more. Panic filled the woman's body as she frantically looked around for a place to hide, machete in hand. Her eyes shifted from one house to another, most were barricaded on the outside. "Shit." She muttered. Suddenly a house caught her eye, the door was slightly open. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she ran for the house. She walked up to the porch and slowly opened the door and closed it behind her. . Valentina carefully put her machete away and grabbed her pistol. She patrolled the house carefully, pointing her fun everywhere she turned. Once she cleared the house, she started going through the cabinets and drawers trying to find anything useful. Her mind went to barricading the door on the inside. She pushed chairs and small tables in front of the door. When finished, Val went into a room and closed the door. She slid down a wall and sat on the ground, heavily breathing. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail, which it reaching the middle of her back, and sighed. Wiping the sweat off her face, she put her pistol back in its strap and got up. She looked for any entrance that wasn't at the front so the walkers wouldn't see her. She walked in a room in the back of the house and noticed a window that let to the back of the house. . Val walked over and saw a single walker guarding the window. She grabbed her machete and quickly opened the window, slashing the walkers head straight after. As the body fell, she climbed out the window. Dropping to her feet she started walking in the opposite direction of the houses. She came across another part of the empty town. Valentina made her way down the street with her machete in her hand, alert at all times. |
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For the last six months the mornings had all started to same. With a frightening g jolt. Whether it be from the gruesome creatures or from the dreams, Khalin never woke up ‘normally.’ Today was no different. A flash of adrenaline a jolt up and a panic look around nothing insight. With a sigh the man scratched his head then rubbed his face. He had stayed in this shack, if it was even big enough I be called that, for two nights and a day. It was strange to him to be in one place for more than a couple hours to a night at max. A dog laid in the wooden floor next to him, neither of them seemed to be too worried or in a hurry. “I guess we should probably find our next crash point” Khalin spoke gently, his voice groggy and still tired, like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. ~ That was this morning, it now appeared to be about noon as Khalin snuck through the city, his canine at his side. He wore his normal attire, a tactical vest, pants and boots. His rifle strapped across his back, and his backpack strapped around his shoulders. Khalin was a bit of a hoarder, but he claimed he needed every bit of what he had. In his left hand he held a baseball bat, ready to attack anything that moved. He felt more 'normal' with a bat. He had spent the first 18 years of his life swing going a bat, what was ine more. As they went along Khalin had to duck into buildings or dash away from the reincarnations of the town folk. He wasn’t the most stealthy when it came to sneaking. I He was now between houses, walking quickly to get away from the spots that could hide the dead, eyes dashing around observing carefully. Kaz, his dog, was the first to stop. Their brown gazes locked them Kazbecs ears angles upwards as if he were hearing a new sound. To dog didn’t make a sound but quickly began to trot through the houses, Khalin following. When they were clear if the neighborhood the dog took a few turns then stopped at the corner of a building. Keeping one hand tightly clenched around the bat, and the other around his backpack he peaked around the corner. A woman was there, as Khal when to step back he stepped in a piece of metal that made a loud clanking noise “shit” he cursed at his clumsy self. “The living and the dead heard that” he pressed himself tightly against the wall and froze. |
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Valentina Lopez . The woman was on her way until she heard a strange noise which caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Quickly she grabbed her pistol and turned around. As she examined the street she noticed there weren't any walkers. Possible a stalker waiting to get her at her weakest point. She, of course, wasn't going to let that happen. Valentina creeped down the street, pointing her gun in every direction she turned. She turned around every 30 seconds to make sure nobody was going to come up behind. She suddenly saw a small movement. Valentina walked as slow as possible to not make a single noise. Fearless as ever, she jumped behind the wall, standing in front of the man who had seemed to be hiding. She noticed a dog was standing next to him but that didn't distract her. . Raising her gun, she showed him she was not afraid of him. "Who the hell are you?" She called to the man, gun pointed. Valentina couldn't put her finger on why this man would be hiding. There were barely any walkers around. And she wouldn't be able to believe if he was hiding from her. The man clearly looked way stronger than Valentina and could take her down if he wanted. And he has a dog, not to mention. . As she awaited his answer, her gaze kept traveling to the dog. She didn't want to hurt the dog but she was alert for if the dog was going to charge at her. They could easily kill Valentina. And she knew it. But she kept her fearless stance anyway. She had her hand hovering over her second pistol just in case she needed to make two kills. |
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