Post by Dizzy on Apr 11, 2011 12:51:23 GMT -4
Z O M B I E
C A N O N S •••
C A N O N S •••
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]Alan _____ Lewis[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Alan _____ Lewis || Age: 27 || Prior Lifestyle: Conspiracy Theorist || New Profession: Conspiracy Theorist Zombie || Status Of Infection: Medium[/scrolly]
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Well, you see, the interesting part about this twenty seven year old, oddly depraved looking man is that before the end of the world, he was one of the conspiracy theorists, planning for the Zombie apocalypse. He had every zombie movie, every single zombie comic… Hell, he even had action figures. He went to school for Journalism, and ended up getting his Bachelors in that, but upon going back to school for a degree in the paranormal, he ended up walking upon one of the art majors latest pieces… It was a recreation of a zombie on human flesh. It was then that he freaked out and insisted that the zombie apocalypse was beginning, and dropped out of school. A little bit in shell shock, he became a bit reclusive. All he had were his conspiracy theories. And he aimed to keep it that way.
He spent hours roaming the internet, attempting to find any signs of legit zombie activity, only to find that there was none. It was maddening to him. He lost all contact with his friends, save for the friends he made in the zombie chat rooms. It became a life long search. He's always been a bit over zealous and entirely to vocal about all that is the paranormal. He insists that he's seen ghosts, and the like, and has even professed to have a link to the great beyond. How much of this is his own psychosis, and how much of this is legit, no one will ever know. Not even him. But hey, if zombies exist, maybe he wasn't completely full of it. Or maybe, he was always just batshit insane.
The sick and twisted part about Alan being a zombie is that he hasn't the faintest idea of what he is. While he is cognitive while he is doing his feasting and all that, he doesn't seem to remember doing such things. He believes that everyone else is a zombie, and that everyone else is to be feared, while he is the only person that isn't infected. Sadly, he has been infected for quite some time. He is at the point where desecrating his flesh, and hunting down others is becoming entirely too common place. It will only be a matter of time before he loses himself to complete 'zombie-dom.'
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]Alan _____ Lewis[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Alan _____ Lewis || Age: 27 || Prior Lifestyle: Conspiracy Theorist || New Profession: Conspiracy Theorist Zombie || Status Of Infection: Medium[/scrolly]
[scrolly:w(450),h(300),c(424d49),as(text-align: center; color: efefef; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border: 1px solid 000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;)]
Well, you see, the interesting part about this twenty seven year old, oddly depraved looking man is that before the end of the world, he was one of the conspiracy theorists, planning for the Zombie apocalypse. He had every zombie movie, every single zombie comic… Hell, he even had action figures. He went to school for Journalism, and ended up getting his Bachelors in that, but upon going back to school for a degree in the paranormal, he ended up walking upon one of the art majors latest pieces… It was a recreation of a zombie on human flesh. It was then that he freaked out and insisted that the zombie apocalypse was beginning, and dropped out of school. A little bit in shell shock, he became a bit reclusive. All he had were his conspiracy theories. And he aimed to keep it that way.
He spent hours roaming the internet, attempting to find any signs of legit zombie activity, only to find that there was none. It was maddening to him. He lost all contact with his friends, save for the friends he made in the zombie chat rooms. It became a life long search. He's always been a bit over zealous and entirely to vocal about all that is the paranormal. He insists that he's seen ghosts, and the like, and has even professed to have a link to the great beyond. How much of this is his own psychosis, and how much of this is legit, no one will ever know. Not even him. But hey, if zombies exist, maybe he wasn't completely full of it. Or maybe, he was always just batshit insane.
The sick and twisted part about Alan being a zombie is that he hasn't the faintest idea of what he is. While he is cognitive while he is doing his feasting and all that, he doesn't seem to remember doing such things. He believes that everyone else is a zombie, and that everyone else is to be feared, while he is the only person that isn't infected. Sadly, he has been infected for quite some time. He is at the point where desecrating his flesh, and hunting down others is becoming entirely too common place. It will only be a matter of time before he loses himself to complete 'zombie-dom.'
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[scrolly:w(450),c(515e5a),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]PB: Simon Pegg || Status: Open [/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: LeAnne _____ Cordova || Age: 23 || Prior Lifestyle: Model and Actress || New Profession: Zombie Temptress || Status Of Infection: Medium[/scrolly]
[scrolly:w(450),h(300),c(424d49),as(text-align: center; color: efefef; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border: 1px solid 000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;)]
Always a looker, LeAnne Cordova was a full time model and an actress before the end of the world came. She had the type of looks that made men (and women) snap their necks taking a look at her. Her figure was always kept in impeccable shape, but… That was never good enough for LeAnne. Before she had become infected, she was notorious for her self destructive tendencies. Some had said that she was addicted to the knife; some had said that she was addicted to purging herself of the demons of her food. She was always highly controversial. And it seems as though, even amongst those that are conscious of the fact that they are zombies, she is as well.
She's a temptress, almost always preferring to play with her food before she eats it. She's been known to play many mind games with others. It's almost as though she takes a sick pleasure in it. Narcissistic, right until the very end she has been known to say, "Every time I walk out the door in the morning I win a beauty contest." Unlike other zombies that are as infected as herself, she can pass as a non-infected citizen. A fact that she loves to exploit. But then again, she still isn't in the right mind. Because of the fact that she had never truly found herself perfect, or beautiful when she wasn't a part of the undead slaughter crew, she desecrates her flesh in attempts to make herself feel beautiful. The damage is minimal now; she simply cuts away at her flesh in small ways, but it makes her feel like she's taking one more step toward perfection; toward being a zombie (a fate that she has accepted as her own.)
LeAnne makes it impossible to keep one's eyes to themselves, and this is an aspect about herself that she truly does love. However, it's only a matter of time before she completely loses herself to her affliction. Only time will tell if she will be a subtle killing machine, or if she'll be just as bad as the rest of them. She travels with a rather naive zombie fledgling who goes by the name of Alastair Kenan. He seems to think that he can save her, and will stop at nothing to change her ideas. However, she is rather firm in her path toward self destruction. She's beautiful in her dark depravity; perhaps that is what makes her so fascinating to watch.
For the time being, she hops from settlement to settlement, feasting on whomever she can get her hands on. Her hunger for both flesh and intimacy is insatiable. No matter how much she feasts she will never truly be sated. She yearns to try the Flesh of the Old Bloods as well… But only time will tell if her temptress tricks will permit for her to sample them.
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]LeAnne _____ Cordova[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: LeAnne _____ Cordova || Age: 23 || Prior Lifestyle: Model and Actress || New Profession: Zombie Temptress || Status Of Infection: Medium[/scrolly]
[scrolly:w(450),h(300),c(424d49),as(text-align: center; color: efefef; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border: 1px solid 000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;)]
Always a looker, LeAnne Cordova was a full time model and an actress before the end of the world came. She had the type of looks that made men (and women) snap their necks taking a look at her. Her figure was always kept in impeccable shape, but… That was never good enough for LeAnne. Before she had become infected, she was notorious for her self destructive tendencies. Some had said that she was addicted to the knife; some had said that she was addicted to purging herself of the demons of her food. She was always highly controversial. And it seems as though, even amongst those that are conscious of the fact that they are zombies, she is as well.
She's a temptress, almost always preferring to play with her food before she eats it. She's been known to play many mind games with others. It's almost as though she takes a sick pleasure in it. Narcissistic, right until the very end she has been known to say, "Every time I walk out the door in the morning I win a beauty contest." Unlike other zombies that are as infected as herself, she can pass as a non-infected citizen. A fact that she loves to exploit. But then again, she still isn't in the right mind. Because of the fact that she had never truly found herself perfect, or beautiful when she wasn't a part of the undead slaughter crew, she desecrates her flesh in attempts to make herself feel beautiful. The damage is minimal now; she simply cuts away at her flesh in small ways, but it makes her feel like she's taking one more step toward perfection; toward being a zombie (a fate that she has accepted as her own.)
LeAnne makes it impossible to keep one's eyes to themselves, and this is an aspect about herself that she truly does love. However, it's only a matter of time before she completely loses herself to her affliction. Only time will tell if she will be a subtle killing machine, or if she'll be just as bad as the rest of them. She travels with a rather naive zombie fledgling who goes by the name of Alastair Kenan. He seems to think that he can save her, and will stop at nothing to change her ideas. However, she is rather firm in her path toward self destruction. She's beautiful in her dark depravity; perhaps that is what makes her so fascinating to watch.
For the time being, she hops from settlement to settlement, feasting on whomever she can get her hands on. Her hunger for both flesh and intimacy is insatiable. No matter how much she feasts she will never truly be sated. She yearns to try the Flesh of the Old Bloods as well… But only time will tell if her temptress tricks will permit for her to sample them.
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[scrolly:w(450),c(515e5a),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]PB: Eva Green || Status: Open [/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Alastair _____ Kenan || Age: 29 || Prior Lifestyle: English Professor at NYU || New Profession: Zombie (radical for the other party) || Status Of Infection: Low[/scrolly]
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Alistair… A name that means, 'defender of mankind.' How ironic is it that he happens to be one of the problems with humanity? Always a touch self loathing and cynical Alistair finds himself in a rather compromising position. He is being told by one of his traveling companions, LeAnne Cordova that he should simply embrace his fate; the way that she has. However, that is not the way that he is programmed. Quite the opposite, actually. He seeks to reform her ideal, make her whole again. Make himself whole again. But, he fears that she may be too far gone. After all, he is only in the beginning phases of becoming a zombie; she seems to have embraced it, and is urging herself to move toward the despicable ideal of immortality.
Always a bit of a poet and a bleeding heart romantic, he tends to favor love stories over the real world. He taught romantic literature at NYU, and has seemed to keep some of the most famous love stories close to his heart. Sometimes, it seems as though that is the only thing that is keeping him going. He hates himself and what he is becoming. He fights his curse every second of every day. He will rest until he has found a cure for whatever it is that ails them. Even if that means finding an Old Blood to turn them. He has heard whisperings, and has spent many hours researching what their options might be. Unfortunately for him, he is no scientist. …And that is truly what he needs. As time goes on, he realizes what he must do, but he hates the idea.
He will have to endanger more humans by bringing himself, and his traveling companion to a little town called Rustboro; it's the only place that has a Healer. Perhaps, she can figure out what to do to become… Normal again.
At least, that is his hope. Or maybe, they will just shoot him on sight for what he is. He has no idea. But, deep down, behind all the self loathing, and feelings of insignificance, burns an anger that he will probably never be able to part with. It threatens to destroy him every day that is alive. He desperately needs normalcy… and someone sane to talk to. And just because he's Alistair, he wishes to have a lover; someone to share in his depravity… To make him better, make him stronger. Someone that will give him a reason to fight the infection that courses through his veins, instead of giving up the way that LeAnne keeps insisting he should.
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]Alastair _____ Kenan[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Alastair _____ Kenan || Age: 29 || Prior Lifestyle: English Professor at NYU || New Profession: Zombie (radical for the other party) || Status Of Infection: Low[/scrolly]
[scrolly:w(450),h(300),c(424d49),as(text-align: center; color: efefef; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border: 1px solid 000000; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;)]
Alistair… A name that means, 'defender of mankind.' How ironic is it that he happens to be one of the problems with humanity? Always a touch self loathing and cynical Alistair finds himself in a rather compromising position. He is being told by one of his traveling companions, LeAnne Cordova that he should simply embrace his fate; the way that she has. However, that is not the way that he is programmed. Quite the opposite, actually. He seeks to reform her ideal, make her whole again. Make himself whole again. But, he fears that she may be too far gone. After all, he is only in the beginning phases of becoming a zombie; she seems to have embraced it, and is urging herself to move toward the despicable ideal of immortality.
Always a bit of a poet and a bleeding heart romantic, he tends to favor love stories over the real world. He taught romantic literature at NYU, and has seemed to keep some of the most famous love stories close to his heart. Sometimes, it seems as though that is the only thing that is keeping him going. He hates himself and what he is becoming. He fights his curse every second of every day. He will rest until he has found a cure for whatever it is that ails them. Even if that means finding an Old Blood to turn them. He has heard whisperings, and has spent many hours researching what their options might be. Unfortunately for him, he is no scientist. …And that is truly what he needs. As time goes on, he realizes what he must do, but he hates the idea.
He will have to endanger more humans by bringing himself, and his traveling companion to a little town called Rustboro; it's the only place that has a Healer. Perhaps, she can figure out what to do to become… Normal again.
At least, that is his hope. Or maybe, they will just shoot him on sight for what he is. He has no idea. But, deep down, behind all the self loathing, and feelings of insignificance, burns an anger that he will probably never be able to part with. It threatens to destroy him every day that is alive. He desperately needs normalcy… and someone sane to talk to. And just because he's Alistair, he wishes to have a lover; someone to share in his depravity… To make him better, make him stronger. Someone that will give him a reason to fight the infection that courses through his veins, instead of giving up the way that LeAnne keeps insisting he should.
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[scrolly:w(450),c(515e5a),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]PB: Josh Duhamel || Status: Open [/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]Mi-Cha _____ Namgung[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Mi-Cha _____ Namgung || Age: 24 || Prior Lifestyle: Burlesque Dancer || New Profession: Trader || Status Of Infection: Low[/scrolly]
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Mi-Cha has always been a very colorful girl, with a vibrant personality. She was born in Korea, and was later sent to the States with her mother to start a new life. No, she doesn't speak with an accent. No, she's not into people that are asian fetishists. Actually, she has come to kind of loathe every aspect of being Korean, just because of how 'adored' she is because of her background. Before the end of the world, she was a burlesque dancer, most well known for being a fire breather. It's strange how that plays such an integral part of her personality. Mi-Cha is definitely a crass personality. If she says something, it will at least, offend one person. If she only offends one, then she's losing her touch.
She is a nudist, perfectly comfortable with the curves, and the fake breasts that the good Lord gave her. She's a party animal and is mourning the fact that there are no bars open now that the end of the world has come and gone. Even though she shouldn't really care about looks anymore, she still does. Narcissism is probably one of the only things that keeps her normal. On top of all of these already lovely personality traits, she is a little ADHD. It's all but impossible to keep her attention on one thing for an extended period of time. You know, unless it's absolutely critical to her life and her well being. Although, nothing that serious has ever come up.
She's a little delusional. She's incapable of realizing that she has been infected. On some subconscious level she realizes this… and makes sure to keep her distance to the best of her ability, but… Sometimes it's hard. Especially since she's never been one to keep her legs closed… for either sexes. But, it's something that she knows that she must do. Despite the fact that she makes the connection that there isn't anything right about eating human flesh, she justifies it to herself. Mi-Cha is afraid to admit who and what she is. She doesn't want to be taken out back, and slaughtered for something that she couldn't help.
It's strange how she used to be a little goth chick who absolutely loved horror movies, and zombie movies… And now… She is one.
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[scrolly:w(500), c(515e5a), as(padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 7d918a;)]Mi-Cha _____ Namgung[/scrolly]
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[scrolly:w(450), c(252b2a), as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 999999;)]Name: Mi-Cha _____ Namgung || Age: 24 || Prior Lifestyle: Burlesque Dancer || New Profession: Trader || Status Of Infection: Low[/scrolly]
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Mi-Cha has always been a very colorful girl, with a vibrant personality. She was born in Korea, and was later sent to the States with her mother to start a new life. No, she doesn't speak with an accent. No, she's not into people that are asian fetishists. Actually, she has come to kind of loathe every aspect of being Korean, just because of how 'adored' she is because of her background. Before the end of the world, she was a burlesque dancer, most well known for being a fire breather. It's strange how that plays such an integral part of her personality. Mi-Cha is definitely a crass personality. If she says something, it will at least, offend one person. If she only offends one, then she's losing her touch.
She is a nudist, perfectly comfortable with the curves, and the fake breasts that the good Lord gave her. She's a party animal and is mourning the fact that there are no bars open now that the end of the world has come and gone. Even though she shouldn't really care about looks anymore, she still does. Narcissism is probably one of the only things that keeps her normal. On top of all of these already lovely personality traits, she is a little ADHD. It's all but impossible to keep her attention on one thing for an extended period of time. You know, unless it's absolutely critical to her life and her well being. Although, nothing that serious has ever come up.
She's a little delusional. She's incapable of realizing that she has been infected. On some subconscious level she realizes this… and makes sure to keep her distance to the best of her ability, but… Sometimes it's hard. Especially since she's never been one to keep her legs closed… for either sexes. But, it's something that she knows that she must do. Despite the fact that she makes the connection that there isn't anything right about eating human flesh, she justifies it to herself. Mi-Cha is afraid to admit who and what she is. She doesn't want to be taken out back, and slaughtered for something that she couldn't help.
It's strange how she used to be a little goth chick who absolutely loved horror movies, and zombie movies… And now… She is one.
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