The Last Of Us: Long Is The Dark (A Last Of Us RP OPEN OOC)

[The Twelve Isles]

The Last Of Us: Long Is The Dark

"Remember when you are lost in the darkness? Look for the light. . ."

THEME
IC
DISCORD

OP: The Twelve Isles (TTI)
Co-OP's: Arengin, Theya.

The East Coast is a dark place now. In a world that is long past its prime, the East is especially so, and as the fighting between the Fireflies and the FEDRA government grows ever more violent, refugee's flee West in droves. West, it seems, is the safe place. Its the promised land. A land where the dry environment has lead to less infection and more people. And a land where a recent uprising in many of its QZ's has left it free from FEDRA control, and where the surviving communities are working to try and build their own free civilization, it seems better a place than anywhere else. But the interior, the great and vast land in between the two oceans is a treacherous place. Raiders stalk the Heartland, and infected roam the South. The North is an oppressive regime, and the deserts are empty and devoid of life. Any who wishes to make this trek must be prepared to die, and must be willing to work with their fellow man if they ever hope to survive such an undertaking. You are one of those people, a refugee from the crumbling remains of the Washington D.C. QZ, where Fireflies, gangs and an out of control Cordiceps outbreak has forced most to flee. You could be anyone for all we know. Deserting soldiers, disenfranchised Fireflies, violent outlaws or just desperate breadwinners, all looking for a better life in California. So come along pilgrims, its like a wagon train all over again, and you better be tough to make it.

HELLO AND WELCOME

Hello and welcome all, to Long Is The Dark. This RP, as the title probably indicates, takes place in the world of the beautiful Last Of Us universe. It borrows many of the conflicts and factions that outline the world in the game, but is in and of itself its own story for us to tell. We will start as a party of prospective refugee's from the D.C. Quarantine Zone, where the war between the Firflies and the government forces of FEDRA has reached a fever pitch. Instead of just being a brush fire conflict, here it is an all out war, one that has sprung up on much of the East Coast and which just keeps growing and growing. One the west coast however, a similar uprising has occurred, and was successful, making California into a new sort of promised land. We are not the first people to try and run west, and we certainly wont be the last.

RULES
Sorry, we need some rules. After all, we aren't animals, we live in a society.

1. I am OP. My word is law. However, I am not a vengeful god, and if you feel I have made an unfair judgement please feel free to TG with your complaints.
2. If I am a god, then my Co-OP is my prophet. Their word is second only to mine.
3. I will operate on a three strike system. One strike is a verbal warning via TG, two strikes is you being banned from the game for a week and having me take control of your characters, and three strikes gets you banned and your character killed.
4. Speaking of characters, you can have as many as you can reasonably handle, but I would personally suggest no more than two or three.
5. NPC's will be controlled by me, and occasionally my Co-OP. They will come and go, and will not be traveling with us.
6. No godmodding, to metagaming, no spamming and all other basic RP etiquette rules apply.
7. No one liners, unless your character is in a conversation. Otherwise, try and keep each post one, five sentence paragraph at least, just like we're in grades school.
8. Rules are always subject to update as needed.
9. This whole thing is subject to change as well, though I will notify everyone if that happens.

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[b]RP Sample:[/b] (You can provide one from another RP you have been a part of, or write one for this RP, whichever you chose.)

[b]EXTRA'S[/b]
(These are not required, but are things which I think add some depth to a character.)

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[b]Theme Song:[/b][/box]

Emma Sarah McNulty

Appearence:(If you don't have an image for your character, give us a description here. If you do have an image, just delete this.)
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 lbs
Skills: Smart
Resourceful
Good people person
Fearless (Though this can also double as a weakness)
Weaknesses: Naive
Stubborn
Cocky
Fearless (Though this can also double as a strength)
Personality: Emma is friendly, pleasant and generally a good people person.
Former Occupation: Former soldier. Now a deserter.
Equipment: Remington Model 700
Hatchet
Backpack
Flashlight
Hoodie
Beanie
Old Carhart jacket.
Boots
FEDRA ID card
Military issue flak jacket.

Bio: Emma was born and for much of her life raised in the little town of Grundy Virginia, right on the border of Kentucky. Grundy was not an officially FEDRA run settlement, but the people there had been trading with smugglers from Richmond Virginia since just about the start of the infection. She remembers little of living in Grundy, other than that it was clean and relatively free from infected. There just simply hadn't been enough people around for the fungus to really take root there. However, despite the fact that Grundy was peaceful and didn't do much other than provide a place for people leaving the Zones to live or stop off at as they made their way elsewhere, FEDRA didn't see it that way. To FEDRA, Grundy was a town of outlaws and smugglers, who were undermining their right to rule and breaking the law. And to be fair, FEDRA was right, but that didn't make their actions of attacking and burning the town right. Emma was to young to really remembered it clearly, but she knew her father had died in the fighting and her mother had surrendered. They were brought briefly to the Richmond QZ, but soon Emma was taken from her mother, who was sentenced to fifteen years of physical labor for her living in Grundy. Emma was taken to D.C. and placed in a boarding house with other children who's parents were either dead or had been given sentences for criminal activity.

Emma lived in D.C. for some time, having come there when she was eight. She was well liked in the boarding house where she lived, regularly sent letters to her mother, but she had become much more quit and distant after the battle in Grundy. Unlike the other children, she had seen violence up close and personal at an age where one should still be allowed to live as a child. She was quiet and preferred books, and did well in school. However, she began to prefer the company of animals to other people, feeling more like she could tell an animal anything and it wouldn't think she was weird. Animals loved unconditionally, humans were to concerned with being seen as normal. However, Emma did have one friend, a young boy named Allan Waits, who had come with his family from Baltimore, where violence had been growing in the war between FEDRA and the Fireflies. He told Emma how his uncle had been arrested for making bombs for the Fireflies, and how his family was always under watch now because of it. But, he liked the same kinds of books as Emma, and he had a small dog named Grover. They were fast friends, and were inseparable.

When Emma turned thirteen, she was picked out as a candidate for a Military School. Seeing it as an opportunity to live a better life than she was, Emma took it, and enrolled. She knew she was smart enough for it, she had always gotten good grades before and was well read for someone her age. And she quickly did well in this new school as well, though it was soon apparent that she was not really strong enough to have an easy time as a soldier. She was a little thin, and had never had much reason to work out before and she had trouble with the discipline. Furthermore, the other kids there were much more aggressive than she was, and she began to wonder if she had made the right choice. Still, she was determined to move herself up in the world, and she stuck with it. She made it a point to drill harder, work harder and be harder than the rest, and eventually it paid off.

When she was seventeen, she signed up for early training with the Military itself, and as soon as she graduated she went to basic in Pennsylvania. She was already relatively qualified after her years in a Military School, though basic training was an entirely different beast altogether. It was much harder, and much crueler, but it all served a purpose. And Emma's drive and intelligence quickly made her a leader in her group of trainee's. She was respected, though she didn't try to be, and people listened to her opinion. She was a good shot as well, and by the end of her training, Emma had graduated as a Designated Marksman. She requested to be sent back to D.C., wanting to act as a protector of the place she had grown up rather than as a soldier in some foreign city where she knew no one. And, much to her surprise, her request was accepted, and Emma soon found herself back in her hometown. Once there, she was assigned to patrol the tops of the walls, using her DMR to pick off any infected or smugglers she saw. She killed lots of infected, but never shot the smugglers. She knew what it was like to be desperate, and couldn't bring herself to do it.

Emma was able to avoid much of the policing and patrolling that the other soldiers did as the Firefly revolution encroached more and more onto D.C., but after a time she couldn't avoid it anymore. One day, she was sent out with other soldiers to attack a Firefly safe house outside of the QZ. She did her duty, and got three confirmed kills, and very quickly decided that she wouldn't be a soldier anymore. In her mind, the soldiers were supposed to be protecting the civilians inside the QZ from the infected outside, doing their part to keep the human race alive. Instead, she was being ordered to kill other humans, and it felt wrong. She left her gear behind one night, taking with her only her flak jacket, and returned to where she had been living when not on duty. She took clothes, a hatchet and some food, as well as an old hunting rifle she had managed to pilfer from the armory in the city. No one had missed it. She went out looking, until she found Allan again. She knew what he had been doing since she had left. He had become one of the smugglers she had refused to shoot, and the crew he ran with specialized in getting people into and out of the city. He told her about a group of fellow refugee's who were preparing to leave as the fighting grew increasingly worse in the QZ, and Emma went to join up with them without a second thought. All it took was the last of her ration cards.
RP Sample: I am the OP.

EXTRA'S

Likes: Books, plants, quiet, animals (horses in particular.)
Dislikes: Violence, crowded places, cruelty, injustice.
Greatest Fear: Having to watch as humanity dies.
Moral Alignment: Neutral good.
Theme Song: Young And Golden - Smooth Hound Smith

ACCEPTED CHARACTERS
Joe Henderson: Riot Police - Played by Endem
Frederick "Fritz" Howe: Smuggler - Played by The Hoosier Alliance
Aslakur Embrekson: Teacher - Played by Theya
Emma Sarah Mcnulty: Soldier - Played by The Twelve Isles

[Endem]

T.A.G or Totally Acceptable Game
Or in other words, consider me in

[Endem]

Joe Henderson

Appearence:(If you don't have an image for your character, give us a description here. If you do have an image, just delete this.)
Age:45
Sex:Male
Height:1.72 meters
Weight: 72 kg
Skills:
Sharpshooter
Disciplined
Weaknesses:
Short Tempered
Paranoid
Personality: Quick to anger and paranoid about getting infected leading to him often wandering of alone believing large groups only increase the chance of infection
Former Occupation: Policeman ( or law enforcement whatever you like to call it )
Equipment:
Basic Riot Police Gear
HK416
Hunting Knife
Bio: ( I'm awful at those )
Before the Outbreak
Before the outbreak, he worked as a Riot Police in D.C where he unsurprisingly put down riots. In the day of the outbreak, he was stationed at the police station when the news went out. Some of his colleagues that were late to work fortified the station and because of that many officers managed to get their gear. After about 3 hours the infected breached the barricade but were pushed back, after a day some of the fellow policemen entered the runner stage( that was the time Joe started to be paranoid about infection ) but were quickly killed. On the same day, the military reached the and transported to the nearest quarantine zone

After the Outbreak
In the QZ Joe worked as a policeman to under the FEDRA government which he liked. When the first fights with Fireflies begun in D.C's QZ he did not want to participate in them and so he deserted. He joined a party of refugee going west after hearing that a more harsher environment makes it harder for infection to spread which obviously sounded like a proposition to go to heaven for him. He abandoned the initial group and wandering through crumbling Washington but joined another group of west traveling refugees. He is now in this group as they prepare to cross Potomac and travel southward and in doing so not traversing the Appalachia but he thinks about abandoning then somewhere in West Virgina and wondering the states on his own again.

RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=458380#p35211762

EXTRA'S
(These are not required, but are things which I think add some depth to a character.)

Likes: ( not bothering with this )
Dislikes: ( not bothering with this )
Greatest Fear: Getting Infected but Arachnophobia comes in 2nd
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Theme Song:https://youtu.be/1vrEljMfXYo

[The Twelve Isles]

Joe Henderson

(Image)

Appearence:(If you don't have an image for your character, give us a description here. If you do have an image, just delete this.)
Age:32
Sex:Male
Height:1.72 meters
Weight: 72 kg
Skills:
Sharpshooter
Disciplined
Weaknesses:
Short Tempered
Paranoid
Personality: Quick to anger and paranoid about getting infected leading to him often wandering of alone believing large groups only increase the chance of infection
Former Occupation: Policeman ( or law enforcement whatever you like to call it )
Equipment:
Basic Riot Police Gear
HK416
Hunting Knife
Bio: ( I'm awful at those )
Before the Outbreak
Before the outbreak, he worked as a Riot Police in D.C where he unsurprisingly put down riots. In the day of the outbreak, he was stationed at the police station when the news went out. Some of his colleagues that were late to work fortified the station and because of that many officers managed to get their gear. After about 3 hours the infected breached the barricade but were pushed back, after a day some of the fellow policemen entered the runner stage( that was the time Joe started to be paranoid about infection ) but were quickly killed. On the same day, the military reached the and transported to the nearest quarantine zone

After the Outbreak
In the QZ Joe worked as a policeman to under the FEDRA government which he liked. When the first fights with Fireflies begun in D.C's QZ he did not want to participate in them and so he deserted. He joined a party of refugee going west after hearing that a more harsher environment makes it harder for infection to spread which obviously sounded like a proposition to go to heaven for him. He abandoned the initial group and wandering through crumbling Washington but joined another group of west traveling refugees. He is now in this group as they prepare to cross Potomac and travel southward and in doing so not traversing the Appalachia but he thinks about abandoning then somewhere in West Virgina and wondering the states on his own again.

RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=458380#p35211762

EXTRA'S
(These are not required, but are things which I think add some depth to a character.)

Likes: ( not bothering with this )
Dislikes: ( not bothering with this )
Greatest Fear: Getting Infected but Arachnophobia comes in 2nd
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Theme Song:https://youtu.be/1vrEljMfXYo

Accepted.

Welcome aboard.

[United Universal Union]

Neat, a TLoU RP, tagging this.

[The Twelve Isles]

Neat, a TLoU RP, tagging this.

We would be glad to have you good sir or madam.

[Endem]

APP

Accepted.

Welcome aboard.

Thanks
Here is the disclaimer for the artwork
( The artwork doesn't belong to me and I claim no ownership of it and no intend to use it in any economic purpose )

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

gatag
(This a tag.)

[The Twelve Isles]

gatag
(This a tag.)

Good to have you on board.

[The Hoosier Alliance]

Fredrick "Fritz" Howe

Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 lbs.
Skills: Experienced shooter, mechanical repair knowledge, strong, plays guitar
Weaknesses: Abrasive, alcoholic, moral shortcomings, barely cares about living
Personality: Fritz is rather abrasive, not hiding what he really thinks, if you can get him talking. He prefers to either be alone or be with small groups of people he knows, crowds aren't really his style.
Former Occupation: Smuggler
Equipment:
Scoped rifle (in pic)
Walther PPQ 45
Binoculars
Backpack
Multitool
Jacket (in pic)
Pocketed vest (in pic)
Boots
Lighter
Flask (whiskey)
Guitar
Bio: Fredrick Howe came to D.C right after the initial infection. He was a young boy, so he didn't know much of the pre-infection world. He had a decent enough early childhood, as far as he can tell. Not that it matters, it didn't last that long anyway. His parents died in the first few years and he did what he had to in order to survive after that. He began to steal small things, clothing he didn't think people would miss, old bread, a few ration cards here and there. He made a pretty miserable living that, going hungry most nights and sleeping on the cold streets. Still, it was better than starving. When he was nine, something went wrong. Maybe he stole from the wrong person, or took too many things too quickly from the same neighborhood. Regardless of what it was, he got caught. A few soldiers found him and brought him in. They threw in Fritz in a small cell for a few days, to teach him a lesson. While he was in there, he met a man. He was also in jail, soon to be released, but from a longer sentence. That man basically adopted Fritz, bringing him into his home, or shack more like, in the slums when they both got out. The man who brought him in wasn't exactly an honest man. He was good to Fritz, giving him his nickname, and helped Fritz learn the streets. His adoptive father showed him the ropes and they helped each other with larger jobs. Fritz could sneak in a window, unlock the door, and they'd both clear out a house. Or Fritz could distract a shop keeper while Jonas, his new caretaker, cleaned him out of ration cards and whatever it was he sold. By fourteen, the two were thick as thieves and had set up quite a decent life for themselves. Nothing luxurious, but decent. Jonas even taught Fritz how to play guitar and a number of card games.

When Fritz turned sixteen, Jonas was getting a little too old to be doing the little cons they were doing. Fritz, deciding it was time to move on to bigger things, took up a job on a smuggling crew. He helped bring guns, people, and goods into and out of the QZ. He killed enough infected during his time, but he killed his first man when he was seventeen. It was a Firefly, separated from his patrol. His small team he was with, waiting for some poor souls to exploit that wanted to get into the QZ, decided he had equipment too good to pass up. Fritz shot the man through the head after another smuggler took out his knees with a bat. As they looted the corpse, Fritz had a bit of a revelation. He didn't care that he had just shot a man, a defenseless man. He didn't care about the second man he kill either. Or the third, or fourth, or so on and so on. Eventually, he had acquired a decent reputation as a man willing to do anything to anyone, so long as the pay was good. This allowed him to get a small crew of his own by twenty-one. All through this time, he took care of Jonas, his adoptive father, until he died when Fritz was twenty.

Fritz's smuggling crew was tight, a family almost. It had less than a dozen people at anytime and they stuck together. Fritz eventually fell in love with a woman, Clara. She was his second in command and the only person he'd ever loved, other than Jonas. Sadly, their story is a sad one. Fritz decided to hit a Firefly supply convoy, slaughtering all of them. They took their weapons shipment, military grade, and sold it to the military. The Fireflies found out who was behind it a few weeks later and attacked their hideout, an ocean side warehouse in the slums. When they learned that the weapons were no longer there, they tried to kill everyone in Fritz's crew. Only a handful made it out. Clara wasn't one of the survivors.

Fritz fell into a deep depression after that and took up drinking. Heavily. Within a few more weeks, Fritz decided he was done with D.C. The conflict had never really bothered him, it actually made him rich. However, the city held too many memories, both Jonas and Clara. When he heard about a group of refugees heading out of the city from an old smuggler friend of his, he took the opportunity. Now, he's collect what little he has and decided now was the time to leave.
RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=413563

EXTRA'S


Likes: Books, shooting/hunting, alcohol, music
Dislikes: Fireflies, being sober, people
Greatest Fear: Losing the love of his life...so none, not anymore.
Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil
Theme Song:El Paso

[Reverend Norv]

At the time of this story, how much time has passed since the initial outbreak? In the game, it was twenty years, but I have the sense that it might have been less here.

[The Twelve Isles]

At the time of this story, how much time has passed since the initial outbreak? In the game, it was twenty years, but I have the sense that it might have been less here.

This takes place around the same time as the first game, though before the time when the Fireflies are essentially a defeated rebellion like what we saw in the game. So, probably around 17 or so years after the initial outbreak.

[Reverend Norv]

At the time of this story, how much time has passed since the initial outbreak? In the game, it was twenty years, but I have the sense that it might have been less here.

This takes place around the same time as the first game, though before the time when the Fireflies are essentially a defeated rebellion like what we saw in the game. So, probably around 17 or so years after the initial outbreak.

Got it. Just checking, given the relatively young age of some of the characters in these apps: Emdem's guy would have had to have been a pre-outbreak riot cop at 15 in order to be 32 now.

[Endem]

This takes place around the same time as the first game, though before the time when the Fireflies are essentially a defeated rebellion like what we saw in the game. So, probably around 17 or so years after the initial outbreak.

Got it. Just checking, given the relatively young age of some of the characters in these apps: Endem's guy would have had to have been a pre-outbreak riot cop at 15 in order to be 32 now.

Oh well then wait for me to change it now he's 25 if that's any better

[United Universal Union]

Got it. Just checking, given the relatively young age of some of the characters in these apps: Endem's guy would have had to have been a pre-outbreak riot cop at 15 in order to be 32 now.

Oh well then wait for me to change it now he's 25 if that's any better

That means he'd have to be a riot cop at the age of 8 now. >.>

[The Twelve Isles]

Got it. Just checking, given the relatively young age of some of the characters in these apps: Endem's guy would have had to have been a pre-outbreak riot cop at 15 in order to be 32 now.

Oh well then wait for me to change it now he's 25 if that's any better

Oh, sorry I missed that, otherwise I would have brought it up.

[Endem]

Oh well then wait for me to change it now he's 25 if that's any better

That means he'd have to be a riot cop at the age of 8 now. >.>

Wait ( I'm bad at math ) what if he was 45

[United Universal Union]

That means he'd have to be a riot cop at the age of 8 now. >.>

Wait ( I'm bad at math ) what if he was 45

Better, 28 y/o before the outbreak now.

[The Twelve Isles]

Fredrick "Fritz" Howe

(Image)

Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 lbs.
Skills: Experienced shooter, mechanical repair knowledge, strong, plays guitar
Weaknesses: Abrasive, alcoholic, moral shortcomings, barely cares about living
Personality: Fritz is rather abrasive, not hiding what he really thinks, if you can get him talking. He prefers to either be alone or be with small groups of people he knows, crowds aren't really his style.
Former Occupation: Smuggler
Equipment:
Scoped rifle (in pic)
Walther PPQ 45
Binoculars
Backpack
Multitool
Jacket (in pic)
Pocketed vest (in pic)
Boots
Lighter
Flask (whiskey)
Guitar
Bio: Fredrick Howe came to D.C right after the initial infection. His parents died in the first few years and he did what he had to in order to survive. That included a lot of law breaking. It started out small, doing the odd jobs a kid could do. He distracted guards and shop keepers, snuck in and stole small things, and other small things. As he got older, Fritz started doing larger jobs until he finally got a spot on a smuggler crew. He worked with the smugglers to get goods, weapons, and people in and out of the QZ. He's sold weapons to both the Fireflies and Military, though he did upcharge the Fireflies at every opportunity. Fritz worked hard and did everything he was supposed to. Smuggled everything he was assigned, sold whatever needed to get sold, and killed anyone that threatened his business. By the time he was 20, Fritz had his own small crew. They ran basic jobs and did all right for themselves. A girl that had joined his crew eventually caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was in love. Their relationship didn't last long.

Fritz and his boys had gotten a little cocky. They'd been able to profit off the conflict in the area, carving a decent enough smuggling ring out of the surrounding area. They were under the impression that the Fireflies would never notice a missing patrol and the shipment of high quality rifles they were brining in from out West. Fritz and his crew were wrong. They killed the patrol, stole the weapons, and hid them in the warehouse they used as a base. The Fireflies found out, attacked the warehouse, and slaughtered Fritz's crew. Only a few got out, and his lover wasn't one of them. After that, they split up and Fritz decided to head out west, with nothing left keeping him in D.C. The fact that the Fireflies had it out for him didn't make the decision hard. During his short travels, he found a similar group and decided that there was strength in numbers and is now traveling with them. Ever since the incident at the warehouse, Fritz can't find a reason to stop drinking.
RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=413563

EXTRA'S


Likes: Books, shooting/hunting, alcohol, music
Dislikes: Fireflies, being sober, people
Greatest Fear: Losing the love of his life...so none, not anymore.
Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil
Theme Song:El Paso

You are Accepted.

[Endem]

Wait ( I'm bad at math ) what if he was 45

Better, 28 y/o before the outbreak now.

So He will stay 45

[Arengin Union]

Oi! Twelve you son of a gun! Why'd you never told me ot this!

[Higher Japan]

Tagging, might roll something unconventional

[Theyra]

Aslakur Embreksson

Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0ft
Weight:160 lbs
Skills:
Perceptive
Fast

Weaknesses:
Stubborn
Holds grudges

Personality: Aslakur can be considered a king soul that if someone needed his help, he would give it. Well, depending on what they want and he has a strong moral compass that he rarely deviates from. He tends to hide his real feelings in order to stay unnoticed after what happened to his mother. Not that much of a people person, he tends to talk more with people that he knows and trusts.
Former Occupation: Teacher
Equipment: Journal that contains his father's ideas, backpack, a blank journal, and two pens, pack of cards, handgun, one canteen of water, clothes with a jacket, watch in his right hand, One lucky coin(Old Icelandic coin)

Bio: Born in 2008 in Reykjavik, Iceland about 5 years before the outbreak. His father an aspiring writer and his mother a college professor. His family came to D.C as tourists that would later become trapped in D.C when the outbreak started in 2013. Aslakur barely remembers the world before the outbreak and has live in the D.C Quarantine Zone for most of his life. In the beginning, he helped his mother who was put in charge of teaching the children in the Zone. His father became very depressed living in the zone and would try to help his wife or his son when he felt good enough to.

It was like this for years till Aslakur's father slowly got better. That was till when Aslakur was twenty when the guards suddenly storm their dwelling and took his mother away. Turns out Aslakur's mother was suspected of being a member of the Fireflies. Despite the pleas of Aslakur and his father, his mother was found guilty and was executed. This was the last straw for his father who committed suicide sometime afterward. With both of his parents dead and a new grudge against the guards. Aslakur was tired of the D.C Zone and wanted to find a better place away for the zone. He heard of a group that was leaving the zone and leaving for a safe haven in California. He joined the group hoping to place better than the D.C Zone.

RP Sample: Marked Ones: Origins

EXTRA'S
(These are not required, but are things which I think add some depth to a character.)

Likes: N/A
Dislikes: N/A
Greatest Fear: Being eaten alive
Moral Alignment: Lawful to neutral good
Theme Song: N/A

[The Twelve Isles]

Oi! Twelve you son of a gun! Why'd you never told me ot this!

Well, I was going to tonight, but you beat me too it.

I'm always happy to have my guy Arengin involved though.

[The Twelve Isles]

Aslakur Embreksson

(Image)

Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0ft
Weight:160 lbs
Skills:
Perceptive
Fast

Weaknesses:
Stubborn
Holds grudges

Personality: Aslakur can be considered a king soul that if someone needed his help, he would give it. Well, depending on what they want and he has a strong moral compass that he rarely deviates from. He tends to hide his real feelings in order to stay unnoticed after what happened to his mother. Not that much of a people person, he tends to talk more with people that he knows and trusts.
Former Occupation: Teacher
Equipment: Journal that contains his father's ideas, backpack, a blank journal, and two pens, pack of cards, handgun, one canteen of water, clothes with a jacket, watch in his right hand, One lucky coin(Old Icelandic coin)

Bio: Born in 2008 in Reykjavik, Iceland about 5 years before the outbreak. His father an aspiring writer and his mother a college professor. His family came to D.C as tourists that would later become trapped in D.C when the outbreak started in 2013. Aslakur barely remembers the world before the outbreak and has live in the D.C Quarantine Zone for most of his life. In the beginning, he helped his mother who was put in charge of teaching the children in the Zone. His father became very depressed living in the zone and would try to help his wife or his son when he felt good enough to.

It was like this for years till Aslakur's father slowly got better. That was till when Aslakur was twenty when the guards suddenly storm their dwelling and took his mother away. Turns out Aslakur's mother was suspected of being a member of the Fireflies. Despite the pleas of Aslakur and his father, his mother was found guilty and was executed. This was the last straw for his father who committed suicide sometime afterward. With both of his parents dead and a new grudge against the guards. Aslakur was tired of the D.C Zone and wanted to find a better place away for the zone. He heard of a group that was leaving the zone and leaving for a safe haven in California. He joined the group hoping to place better than the D.C Zone.

RP Sample: Marked Ones: Origins

EXTRA'S
(These are not required, but are things which I think add some depth to a character.)

Likes: N/A
Dislikes: N/A
Greatest Fear: Being eaten alive
Moral Alignment: Lawful to neutral good
Theme Song: N/A

Looks good, though your picture isnt working for some reason. Its not to big a deal though, I was able to get it to work by just dropping the image in google.

Otherwise though, this is Accepted.