hunter schafer, trans woman, she/her, 20 · for a member of THE COLLECTIVE, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that ASTRID VOGEL is an AQUARIUS and used to live in SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH. i think i heard someone say that they’re very DILIGENT, AGGRESSIVE and UNCOUTH but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a MEMBER. anyway, they remind me of that song — MOURNING DOVES by MIKKY EKKO. god i miss spotify.
hi everyone!! i’m zed (she/they), 22 and coming at you from the ever inconvenient GMT+8 timezone! i’m so incredibly excited for this rp, and i look forward to writing with all of you! below the cut you’ll find a rundown on astrid; for further reading, her extended bio can be found here. feel free to come into my DMs if you’re at all interested in plotting with me!!
aesthetics: calloused and chalked-up hands, with bruised and cracked knuckles wrapped in bloodied cloth. the smell of dirt and gunpowder. an early run in the dewy morning. compassion and anger in equal measure, so vicious it stains your hands red. how do you save a world you don’t think is worth saving?
snarky as hell and always thinking she’s cleverer than she is, astrid vogel is made of three parts anger and two parts exasperated humour. armed to the teeth with sharp jibes and bullets galore, she’s always cracking morbid, deadpan jokes about the apocalypse (because she’s a gen z kid first and foremost, and what else is there to do now that memes aren’t a thing?). skills include close range combat, traversal, and avoiding emotional attachments.
more seriously though, astrid is… too hardened for a girl her age. too cynical, too ruthless, and more abrasive than she has any right to be. but as far as she’s concerned, it’s a necessary aspect to staying alive. she’s tough, violent, aggressive; she hands out loyalty or affection in short supply, careful and cautious despite her volatility. most importantly, she’s determined as all hell to make it through this.
of course, she wasn’t always this way. she was only fifteen when the outbreak first got way out of hand — she was a bit of a sport climbing prodigy before, though rather terrible at school. (one good thing about the apocalypse? she got to skip that algebra test she had on monday.) all in all, she’d been a normal kid: energetic. bright and cheeky. maybe a bit mouthy, and way too fond of trash talk during competitions.
but since the whole end of the world thing, she’s had to adapt — life in the post-apocalypse definitely wasn’t going to grade her on a curve, and with her younger sister to look after, she had to learn to carry the weight of responsibility very early on. she’s toughened up, maybe too much, and picked up all sorts of skills she’d otherwise never have needed as a teenager.
before all this, she grew up in utah; as aforementioned, she loved rock climbing — with a particular knack for bouldering over lead/speed — and was largely happy. she’d come out as trans about a year before the apocalypse, and her parents were so supportive it made her heart hurt. like, ‘mum remembered to pack a supply of hormones under important meds while fleeing the fucking outbreak’ kind of supportive. (she had to start raiding pharmacies for them pretty quick, though.)
besides that, her dad worked in the military but was killed during the early parts of the outbreak; and her mum took care of her and her younger sister up until she died, too. for two years astrid travelled alone with said sister (juno), but they were literal kids facing the end of the world, so she finally joined the collective a couple months or so ago as a means to keep thirteen year old juno safe.
and that ‘finally’ is pretty important, to astrid - even if she swallowed her pride and came to the collective for help in the end, she was capable of keeping herself and her little sister alive for two whole years. she’s far from a helpless kid, and she will not accept being treated as one. she came here because she believed it was best for juno, all things considered.
and really, she’d do anything for her sister. she’s the only family astrid’s got left and despite all her rough edges and snark, she cares wholeheartedly for juno and what she represents to her. she’s curt and abrasive and perhaps a little bit full of herself, but around juno she still has an intrinsic sort of tenderness that is necessary to her own survival.
other things to note: only a member of the collective, given her relatively new status. doesn’t see any real need to prove herself, but also doesn’t like just sitting on her ass, so she might work for a proper role soon. combatively speaking, has a preference for shotguns. (if a blast to the face doesn’t do it, a bash or a brass-knuckled punch usually staggers long enough for her to reload and shoot again. what could be better?)
( garrett hedlund, cismale, he/him, 34. ) · for a member of THE CROWNED, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that DEACON WALKER is a VIRGO and used to live in FERRIDAY, GEORGIA. i think i heard someone say that they’re very INTENSE, RETICENT, and UNYIELDING but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a raider. anyway, they remind me of that song — SACRILEGE by the YEAH YEAH YEAHS. god i miss spotify.
hello again ! after a brief and frantic scramble over muse capacity and writing, i got my head on straight and decided to drop and then re - app. a big thanks to you guys for your patience with me. ( i promise i’m not usually like this. ) if you’re interested in plotting with deacon, go ahead and give this a quick ‘lil like, and i’ll come bother you in IMs or discord !
name. deacon elijah walker.
age. thirty - four.
dob. september 9th, 1985.
orientation. bisexual.
occupation. raider for the crowned.
traits. intense, reticent, unyielding, stubborn, ascetic, wistful, charming.
aesthetic. the sudden strangling sensation that comes with drowning, an improper baptism seared across the inside of your skull. the snarling of something deep and terrible in the woods, knowing you don’t want to look, and then looking anyways. the sickly sound of those last, dying breaths, and remembering what they’d sounded like from yourself.
PRE - APOC.
grew up, born and raised, in the small - ish town of ferriday. his parents were good enough people, he thinks, in spite of their flaws. they were god - fearing folk, as was the tradition of their bloodline. he doesn’t know that he fully blames them for the baptism they gave him at eighteen, right before he left for atlanta, head dunked under the water of a tub, fingers scrabbling at ceramic. he doesn’t blame them, but he sure as hell remembers. there’s a resentment there, sure, when someone passes the good word of the lord onto him, but he’s numbed himself enough by now that it hardly processes as anything other than a hitching of breath.
went to community college in atlanta, and afterwards, started working as a firefighter by the time he was around twenty five, with small jobs carrying him from here to there. the work suited him. deacon liked helping people, liked the way they looked at him when he helped them. there was something sort of endearing about the way flames licked at the sky, too, like they were trying to cleanse the earth. he thought he might try going to church again and found he couldn’t even step over the threshold. this proceeded to occur every sunday up until the world ended.
POST - APOC.
he and two of his coworkers -- hawthorne and rhodes -- managed to make it out of atlanta without being eaten, out of the eight they started off with. those who tried to return to their families disappeared. it took him months to settle into the habit of killing, and almost a year before he could do it without the thought in the back of his head that spoke of sin and repentance. the world had ended. rapture occurred. god had moved on, deacon thought. god turned away from earth the minute he had to bury his axe in hawthorne two years in and hold rhodes while he bled out
he spends the third year as a loner. this is for the best. unhinged isn’t a good look for anyone.
humanity comes crawling back to him in the early waking hours of march, in year four, covered in rot and gore and blood. there’d been a family of three, staring him down from their sleeping bags, while he was holding that old worn axe in hand, taped together with hope and duct tape and determination -- a boy. a girl. a father, a mother. he lowers his axe and leaves knowing that if what the conspiracies say are true, that maybe things are coming to an end, he can’t do that. can’t carry that weight. it’d be a nigh impossible task.
when he first joins the crowned he’s half - starved and just as god - fearing as he was as a child, but it’s a good fit. they’re quiet, leave him alone, and he’s able to tune out the usual preaching sessions of humanity and a secondary eden out. he doesn’t buy into any of it, not really, has wondered if any of them really believe in the delusions their supposed prophet speaks of. he doesn’t know how he’d act if he knew others did, doesn’t know what his hands would do with that sort of knowledge. what he does know, though -- at night deacon dreams of ceramic bathtubs filled with red, the soft whisper of a hushed assurance, and grips his axe a little tighter.
WANTED :
someone who clearly has the same feelings about the crowned as he does, and is only staying with them for the sake of safety in numbers.
someone who could maybe convince deacon to eventually join another group, should shit go down.
former coworker ?? just because deacon never saw them again doesn’t mean they’re not dead, babey !
these are basic as hell please brainstorm with me.
( chloe bennet, cis female, she/her, 26 ) · for a member of the crowned, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that frankie ward is a capricorn and used to live in las vegas, nevada. i think i heard someone say that they’re very generous, reticent, and aloof but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a cook. anyway, they remind me of that song — shout out to my ex by little mix. god i miss spotify. ( a hot cup of starbucks coffee, plants scattered throughout the bedroom, walking through trails ).
i can already feel this is going to be a lazy one bc..... i’m tired of intros rip and i’m feeling sleepy so. kinda might reword the about part when i wake up bc i kinda don’t like it, but it’s whatever for now
i. about
a girl who was born in las vegas, nv. she had wonderful parents that divorced when she was fourteen. however, she didn’t mind it at all. she was happy as long as they were. plus, she wanted a bigger family, so if they were going to remarry to other people, she was oddly okay with it too. mainly because she’s an only child, so she wanted to siblings for a long time. eventually, that was what happened. four years ago, her dad remarried and soon, frankie had a step-mom and step-sibling. when she heard the news, she was joyous since she was getting new family members. however, it wasn’t what she actually expected since her new step-sibling was practically someone she already knew and didn’t like.
when high school came around, she was betrayed by her closest friends. she wondered how people can be so close and then suddenly hurt one another. her views on people became worse once she entered college. she dated a guy for about two and a half years, but things ended badly when he was caught cheating. since then, she was cynical about others since she wasn’t able to forgive the people who did her wrong. she was told multiple times to get over it, but couldn’t. it still astonishes her now and from that point on, she didn’t really let anyone into her life, thoughts, or feelings.
nonetheless, she graduated and ended up creating her own business. she did have help from her parents financially, but already learned how to manage companies. due to her love for flowers, she became a ceo of a florist company and things were going well. it was only when 2014 that things took a turn due to the apocalypse. she was already away from her family, so she was by herself for a while and ran into a small group, but eventually ended up with the crowned. she hates being with them, but feels like she doesn’t have a better choice for now.
ii. details
pinterest
aesthetic
walk-in closets but wearing the same 5 outfits, walking through trails, smelling fresh air, having polaroids of flowers, black hair ties, not needing glasses but wearing them for fashion, stacks of books that were actually used and read, a hot cup of starbucks coffee, plants scattered throughout the bedroom, a person reading alone in a library, being the wallflower at a party
most of her style is denim and single-colored tops with a lot of neutral colors. she tends to leave her hair longer than her shoulders and mainly leaves it down, but will put it in a ponytail once in a while
misc
can be labeled as the anthomaniac or the recluse
she comes from old money from her dad and new money from her mom
she has this tattoo on her right side
if anything, she’s mainly the type to have a one night stand, but has kept only three or four friends with benefits all her life.
info
name: frankie ward
age: 26
zodiac: capricorn
hometown: las vegas, nv
gender: cis female
sexual orientation: bisexual
tl;dr she’s cynical and prefers being with plants than people
( abigail cowen, cisfemale, she/her, 18 ) · for a member of ( the grave robbers ), i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that ( meredith malkin ) is a ( libra ) and used to live in ( seattle , washington ). i think i heard someone say that they’re very ( affable, stubborn, and timorous) but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a ( healer ). anyway, they remind me of that song — ( dead sea by the lumineers ). god i miss spotify. ( did you lose your childhood or is it still somewhere inside the scrapbook of magazines you keep, those hands are unsure and young but determined, and mother can protect you from everything but yourself / luna, 18, est, she/her, and self-harm, suicide, spiders, body horror ).
it begins and ends in the same way, cold and distant, with a spot of warmth in the middle
meredith is born on a rainy night in october but the light she brings is like july
even unplanned its clear shes meant to be in her mother’s arms soft tufts of red hair adorning her head
she grows up profoundly loved, even in her yearning for a father her mother fills every gap she can and its almost enough for meredith
but she yearns for something more. consumes movies and media ravenously and dreams of the day when she can become who she wants to
but her childhood is cut short with the end of the world and meredith has trouble reconciling that
she had her whole life planned out ahead of her at 12 but by the time she’s thirteen the rapture has begun
she’s angry, at those who died before they had to experience this world, at those older than her who got to have a life before it all went to shit, but most of all at herself for not being equipped
most of the time she feels like a failure, fumbling hands bandaging wounds and still trying to learn every day
the rest of the time she spends daydreaming, reading books and magazines and anything she can get her hands on, head lost in another world
she’s a dreamer in a world that demands realism a dangerous thing to be
her heart is too soft for the hard decisions that come and she remains, young and naive despite her best efforts to not be
she is a quickly flickering light against strong gusts of wind, a girl becoming a woman
( taron egerton, cismale, he/him, 29 ) · for a member of THE CROWNED, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that MILO CARPENTER is a TAURUS and used to live in MISHAWAKA, INDIANA. i think i heard someone say that he’s COGENT, UTOPIAN, and TEMPERAMENTAL but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause he’s a SCOUT. anyway, he reminds me of that song — JUST LIKE HEAVEN by THE CURE. god i miss spotify. ( aesthetics: holding on to an engagement ring you had specially crafted for the woman you planned to ask to spend the rest of your life with, your own personal collection of dog-eared books on theology & anthropology, using your erudition & charm to promote a narrative in which god will save you all in the hopes you may actually live to see your wedding day )
so hi y’all, i’m sleep-deprived so this will be a mess of an intro and not that lengthy but anyway
to milo as he grew up, indiana was a fascinating liminal space —— a small town and a big city all at once. his father, a pastor, was especially effective at bringing out the “small town” aspects of mishawaka, which could sometimes feel deceptively urban.
milo never believed in the mystical. he did find the way organised religion united people captivating, on an intellectual level.
he wound up taking academic paths that would allow him to devote much of his life to scholarly pursuits, theology and anthropology among his chief specialisations, both going hand-in-hand.
despite his cerebral nature, milo is not cold. he’s highly sensitive and emotional, in a rather quiet manner. he tends to internalise a lot of that stuff, but it also often explodes. he’s very passionate.
hence him wanting to propose to his girlfriend, katharine/kitty (a taken wc whew), at 24. i mean, he didn’t think early 20s matrimony in typical catholic couple fashion was his speed, but god, he’s just so in love with her....
but then.............the zombie apocalypse cockblocked him for five years, before he could propose. rip
he may be a geek but he’s a BUFF geek. a physically FIT geek. he will NOT hesitate to deck a zombie and he CAN
is straight.
honestly just wanted normal domestic bliss but then zombies had to ruin that,,
again, even though he’s more of the bookish type, he knows how to charm. pair that with his ability to argue, he’s persuasive and smart and thus just good for scouting
he still doesn’t buy into organised religion, but def knows its power. so he encourages belief in it among those in the group who truly find solace in the mystical aspects of the group. milo himself, however, joined solely for protection.
( tyler hoechlin, cis-male, he/him, 29 ) · for a member of THE COLLECTIVE, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that GAGE CAREY is a LEO and used to live in BANGOR, ME. i think i heard someone say that they’re very CALCULATING, TACITURN, and SARCASTIC but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a HUNTER. anyway, they remind me of that song — DEVIL LIKE ME by RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE. god i miss spotify. ( crumpled maps, bloody water, the spike of adrenaline right before you take the shot, gritted teeth, you don’t grin, but you bear it. / vera, 21+, cst, she/her, and none )
and here i am again with my sadboy gage! as with ellie he also has a completed bio which you can take a gander at right over here. and here are the cliff notes:
gage carey was born in bangor, maine. the gorgeous wooded state that is currently (and probably still is in this timeline lmfao) haunted by the great stephen king. also home of enormous pay gaps and sexy lobster rolls.
was a little quiet weirdo that thought he was the human child of sasquatch (he spent a lot of time outside in the woods with his family, they loved the outdoors okay?)
he played hockey in high school, probably could have gone pro, but he suffered from that weird quasi-adult indecision and blew off college in favor of working on his dad’s fishing boat while he ‘figured it out.’
grew up with a close-knit group of weirdo friends (reminescent of ‘it’ and ‘stranger things.’ they got the news of the outbreak while he was at his childhood friend and crush’s birthday party. and it was all downhill from there.
his dad and the other kids’ parents were all coincedentally friends as well and they formed their own little group, looking after one another as the infection devasted the world. one by one tragedy took them from the dinner table.
in the end, the decision was made to head out and it turned out to be a shitshow. long story short gage was seperated from the rest of his group, some of his friends were later found...dead or deadish and his dad was infected. he had to put his dad down and just kind of...drifted. eventually he was found and recruited by a member of the collective and just kind of figured, fuck it.
wanted connections
so, i swear he’s not really that boring of a guy. he’s just very introverted unless you manage to get under his skin. and if you can do that you’ll find a sarcastic, socially awkward nerd i’m hoping he finds people that can bring out a different side of him because character growth. anyway, if anyone wants to offer up their character to be the one that recruited gage that would be awesome. it would be nice if he could slowly start making friends.
fellow hunters or people that work outside the bounds of collective? he’ll see you more often than not as he always finds an excuse to go off by himself to be alone with his manpain™
i might request his sister and maybe she was picked up by the crowned? i thought that might be an interesting juxtaposition for him and no doubt piss him the hell off. if anyone’s interested in that let me know.
he’s honestly not overly fond of the crowned, he’s seen and heard some things that turn his stomach.
and as for the love department he’s open, he’ll be a hard sell but he’s only human after all. basically what i want for gage is pain, enlightenment, friendship, and hope? i know that sounds dumb but i’d like for him to see the light at the end of the tunnel even if the light is a blood-spattered disco ball and it’s all in his head. mmkay? mmkay.
Hi everyone! I’m so excited to be here. I’ve been looking for a good zombie roleplay for what seems like a forever and finally, I found it!! I’m Daniel (he/him) by the way. I’m 23 and I’m in the GMT and I can’t wait to start roleplaying with you and plotting with everyone! So if you’d like to plot just hmu or like this post!
( richard harmon, transman, he/him, 27 ) · for a member of grave robbers, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumor around camp has it that ivan patterson is a taurus and used to live in chicago, illionis. i think i heard someone say that they’re very adaptable, confident, and focused but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re a scout. anyway, they remind me of that song — when we’re high by LP. god i miss spotify. ( a fool thinks he can run from battle to escape death, but no one can run away from it, cause old age spares no one. don’t cry or do whatever makes you comfortable. i love places that make you and your problem seem small and unimportant ).
BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD
x. Ivan Patterson was born into an incredibly large and wealthy family. He was the middle child of eight children. His parents weren’t perfect, but no parent is but they truly tried their best. His parents used to work quite a lot to keep up with their lifestyle but they still tried to be there for their kids whenever they were home.
x. The thing is the more kids there are in the home the easier it is for one of them to completely disappear. While Ivan was a child he was quiet, but maybe too quiet. His parents didn’t quite notice him. Not that he blamed them. His older sister surely needed more attention than he did with all the trouble she got herself in and then, of course, his youngest sister was just a baby so she must have needed a lot of attention. So instead of being bothered with the lack of affection and attention he simply he took care of himself.
x. He took care of himself since he was just a little child. He would wake himself up and make sure he was dressed and presentable before he would walk himself to school. Sure, some people would find it difficult but it didn’t bother him. He loved his family and even if he had to step up and act more mature than other kids his age it didn’t matter to him.
x. All his life he felt like he was nothing like the people around him. He felt as if he was from another planet. He had different interest than all of his siblings, while they would be out making friends he would have rather spent his time by himself reading fantasy books that allowed him to escape to another world.
x. It wasn’t until much later when he realized how truly different he was from his family. Because until the age of fifteen he had always felt like something was wrong with him but he had never been able to understand what it was. But when he did his whole world turned upside down but in the best way. He finally realized that even if he had been born as a girl that wasn’t right for him.
x. He wanted to tell his parents right away because he knew they would love him no matter what and that’s exactly what happened. His parents accepted him and helped him become the man he truly was.
x. But the thing is no one’s perfect and Ivan is far from being perfect. Once he was finally able to look like the person he truly was he found the confidence he had always been lacking.
x. Instead of being the quiet kid he had always been, he surrounded himself with people and he became arrogant and annoyed at the lack of attention he got at home. He would constantly start picking fights with his siblings and with his parents until one even they all gave up and it ended with him leaving at seventeen. Sure after he left he knew he had been an asshole but he also realized he had just been a kid and it made him bitter and angry that his parents allowed him to leave.
x. Ever since that moment, he was by himself, travelling as far away from his family as he could get and making sure he had somewhere to sleep and eat. Years later he was still by himself even if he had made friends on the way, he was still stuck in a survival mode, ready to move to the next town if he would have to.
x. It wasn’t until at the end of the world when he realized what an idiot he was and how much he truly wanted to get home.
AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD
x. When he first saw them he was walking down a deserted street. At first, he wouldn’t believe it but it didn’t take long until he realized that something wasn’t right with the person who was getting closer and closer to him, but instead of waiting around to figure out what was going on with him he simply ran away.
x. That’s how his new life began. He was on the run constantly, still hoping he would one day be able to reconnect with his family even if he knew how foolish it was. Then one day he ran into the Grave Robbers. From that moment on he stopped running and they became his new family.
CONNECTIONS
x. People from the past
x. Someone he ran into while he was on the run before he joined the Grave Robbers. They could have either been friends or annoyed at each other but known that they needed each other to survive. The two of them could have joined the group together or not.
x. Friends!!!!!
x. Of course he need friends but he also needs enemies, someone that he´s constantly bickering with!
here’s my next killer baby enjoy scarlette braya!!
( emily browning, cisfemale, she/her, 32 ) · for a member of THE MILITIA, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. rumour around camp has it that SCARLETTE BRAYA is a CAPRICORN and used to live in WASHINGTON, D.C. i think i heard someone say that they’re very CYNICAL, RUTHLESS, AND TENSE but who wouldn’t be in the middle of the apocalypse, y’know, especially cause they’re A SCOUT. anyway, they remind me of that song — ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH AND THE CODEINE SCENE by HOZIER. god i miss spotify. ( raw knuckles picked at over and over, sitting in silence surrounded by noise, ignoring the past in order to endure the present, dreaming of the lives hidden within the walls they now stay within / hannah ).
Scarlette was the youngest of five siblings all boys and really enjoyed the life she was lucky enough to have while growing up
she joined the marines straight out of highschool and rose through the ranks as many would before transferring into NCIS as a tactical leader
when the apocalypse first began she tried to be the sweetness left in the world but it was soon taken over by more of a will to survive
she was one of the luckier ones having had training in combat and survival but it was so much different compared to what she had gone through before
She tried to call her parents but they were out of country and her brothers were scattered across the continent, essentially as the militia makes its way through america she’s constantly on the lookout for any braya living or undead
Her parents raised her under their thumb and it lead to great sneaking skills
she wears a pendant of the four horsemen that was her weird goth grandma’s with a golden cross charm added on to it
less for religion though she does believe in God but more to tie her to her past family wise
before the militia though, Scarlette was kind but quickly learned that being kind got you in danger and instead has a trail of dead bodies behind her something she tries to ignore as the days go on.
