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Name: Blaze Arrow Gender: Male Age: 21 Description: Blaze is a tall guy. 6' 3" to be precise. He has very dark red hair on top of a clean shaven face. This hair likes to get in his eyes. Blaze has a medium skin tone that tans like there is no tomarrow. In this world, that could be the case. He typicals weres a stark white collared shirt and black pants, but by now, his shirt has a light brown edge. Bright green eyes finish the look. Personality: You will see Other: - His weapon of choice is a long knife/short sword. From his personal collection of coarse.
- Before the zombies, Blaze worked as a police officer w/ his canine, Max. He has always been a cat person though.
- Blaze was a collecter before the world colapsed. He enjoyed colecting swords and other piratey stuff.
-------------------------- Cat Name: Scurvy Color: Tux w/ green eyes Breed: Short hair maincoon Collar: Simple blue |
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Name: Willow Taylor Gender: Female Age: 20 Description: Willow is a short with an athletic, but somewhat curvy body. She's solid, but only stands around 5'2". Her hair is a chocolatey brown and wavy in texture. She hasn't cut it in quite a while with the apocalypse, so it ends around her waist and is usually kept in a slightly messy braid. Her skin is quite fair and doesn't tan, though it does burn if she doesn't keep covered or put on sunscreen (if she even has any on hand). She has freckles that dust over her nose and cheeks. Her eyes are a warm golden-hazel color and she has long, dark lashes. Willow usually wears a black tank top with a somewhat tattered dark green flannel. She also wears worn skinny jeans and combat boots that have seen better days, but they get the job done.
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In RP Other: •She uses a hunting compound bow as her primary weapon, but she also has an old hunting knife that she keeps on her hip for close combat.
•Before the apocalypse, she worked as a ranch hand on her father's farm. She's always grew up hunting, fishing, and working with animals. She was set to inherit the farm, but that unfortunately can no longer happen.
•Willow loves to read. She once had a giant personal library of books, and she still keeps a couple of her favorites in her backpack.
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Horse Name: Beans Color: Dark bay pinto, with a dark brown mane/tail with white streaks Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter Height: 16.1 hands |
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Blaze Arrow I grunt as my sword slices through a zombie. For something so rotten, you would think it would be easier to chop in half. But nooo, it has to be like slicing through a living body. Scruvy hisses from my shoulders as I stab the zombie, finishing the job. He swipes at the air and glares at the world. Groaning at the green slime, I run my blade through the grass to clean it. I slide it back into the sheath at my hip with a satisfying shing. |
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So far there were no zombies lingering around, but Willow knew they were around. She typically never went for the city, but it was around the time that she needed certain supplies that she couldn't grow or make herself. She was riding Beans, her bow resting on her thigh with an arrow notched. She wouldn't be taking any chances while traveling with her only companion. Sighing, Willow gave Beans a little nudge and the gelding huffed quietly before picking up his pace, his ears alert for any noises around them as they grew closer to the city outskirts. Hopefully it wouldn't be too overrun with the undead. |
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I shake the grime off my hands and smiled. "There is another one down Scurvs. Only a few million left, and we would be free of this nightmare." I say as I reach up to scratch my cat's chin. I poke the corpse. It is already rancid with rot. Nothing salvageable. Not even a shirt. I yawn and survey the road around me. The city is huge behind me, and the rural areas stretch in front. |
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Fall Month: 3 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
