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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Name
Khalin Jones Hefran

Khal, KJ, Heffy

23

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.

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.

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.

~Strength~
~Stamina~
~protectiveness~

~Stealth~
~speed~
~comes off cranky~

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

N/A

Ruben Hafran /passed/

Leah Hefran/passed/

N/A

Jalen Hefran /passed/

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.

khalkn has a Belgian malonios named Kasbec. His dog is always at his side and has a tactical vest of his own.

awesome! now to start, should they already know each other or run into each other?))

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?))

That sounds good:) Would you like to start or should I?))

Would you mind starting?))

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.

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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.