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UNDEAD PARK IS CLOSING DOWN

As said on the server itself

So this was a difficult decision for me,but I decided that I am closing down the server. People just leave without saying (which annoys me to no end),and we have been busy to the point where this is pretty much abandoned.

I am not deleting the server itself,as I feel like it would be dumb to just throw all the work done out the window.

Maybe one day I will open it again,but by the end of tomorrow (my time),I will be kicking those off the server who are left.

I am sorry about this. It has been really fun roleplaying with you guys,and I want to thank you all for being here for the few months this stayed alive. It has seriously been entertaining. Maybe one day we'll cross paths again,or not,who knows.

If there is anything on the server you'd like to save that you might not have on your phone/computer/etc I suggest doing it somewhere during the day.

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Application - Claire Matthews

About the Mun!

Name/Nickname: Alex/Babe™ whichever is fine!

Age: 19

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: They/Them

Extra: I’m very good at quick replies (ps. sorry for the shitty app.)

About the Muse!

{Can be canon or OC. Check up the master list for open canon characters and OC rules on OC’s beforehand}

Name: Claire Matthews

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Bordertown/Stanley

Five or more headcanons:

Before the whole apocalypse ordeal, she was studying to become a register nurse for the emergency room. Due to her basic knowledge in medicine she not only carries a first aid kit around and patches up her own wounds but is willing to help anyone who needs medical attention.

She’s developed a fear of losing loved ones way before the apocalypse out burst, the whole situtation just heightened her fears since she sees friends die on the daily.

Is asthmatic and carries around inhalers in said first aid kit

Because they are low on resources and she doesn’t have much time to be thinking about looking good she has cut her ginger hair about over the shoulder length; this way the infected ones won’t try to grab her by her hair and it’s easy to maintain.

Prior to the events she was just your average young adult who would play video games and go out with friends and family

Will often times hum music to herself to keep herself company and keep her sanity up. Usually Nirvana or Rolling Stones.

Was scared to hold a gun at first but she soon then realized it’s either kill or be killed, she usually wears a gun holster with two 9mm hand guns and back up ammo

Has terrible aim though

Roleplay Example:

Labored breathing was all that came out of Claire’s mouth, she went out to scavenge for items roughly about an hour ago yet once she got to the abandoned supermarket she was met with 3 large undead figures. All coming her way. She quickly pulled out her gun to aim and fire at one of those freaks between the eyes but all that caused was an unnecessary loud bang when the bullet hit the shelf instead and now a large mob of bloodthirsty zombies chasing after her.

She only grabbed what she could she at arms length reach which was a 2 liter bottle of water and 2 cans of tomato soup and 1 can of fried beans “Atleast this will hold us off until the next scavenge” the red head said while making a break towards the window she came in, she accidentally scraped her calf in the process due to the hurry but nonetheless kept moving. If she knew one thing for sure it was that she could not stop moving or else she’ll be their supper. After running for what seemed like a good 45 minutes she finally made it back safely, get injured to base where she was greeted by other survivors and close friends.

(I’m sorry if that wasn’t good oop- I suck) Accepted! I’ll send you a link to the server through a Tumblr PM.  Welcome to the apocalypse

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Application - Token Black

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Ruaraidh

Age: 25

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: He/Him

Extra: y’all mind if I uhhhh take up pip too?

About the muse! 

Name: Token Black

Gender: Trans Male

Age: 23

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Kyle’s

Five or more headcanons: 

Token can be quite kept to himself - unsure of others around him. He may come off as cold or upset, or even domineering at times. This is unintended, however. 

Before everything went down, Token was a vegan. It’s far too hard to keep that diet up now, however - but he tries to eat as green as possible.

Knows how to play the piano and bass guitar! And also a very talented singer.

He’s good at survival - just a little skittish. He’s not much for the violence part of it; more for keeping himself alive. Cooking, farming, and being a handy-man!

In regards to his identity, no one really knows he’s transgender. Thankfully, his parents were calm about the whole thing and he transitioned young!

Roleplay example: 

(From a Super Powers au where Token and Cartman are assigned room-mates, not having met before)

The first part of his day had been good; sure, the whole…no memory, creepy school thing was….a thing, but! Other than that! Good! Just being able to relax, flick around on his tablet and put away his things how he wanted them - nice! Relaxing! Even if some of the other students seemed….interesting. Talking of other students, Token had yet to hear of or see his roommate. On one hand, he was thankful - but on the other, incredibly anxious. What if they weren’t what Token was expecting? Were they nice, cool? Handsome? Or…dour, mean…

He clears his head, flicking through the tablet for a little longer.

That is, until the handle of his shared dorm flitters following an open door. Token’s eyebrow quirks up, looking at the sudden intruder. Who he could only assume is either his roommate or someone incredibly lost. And with the reaction given to him: he prays lost. The look, the awkward noise…ugh. Token wasn’t looking forward to this. He places the tablet away, standing up from his bed and smiling. “Hey.” he starts, moving over to Cartman and placing his hand out for a shake. “I’m Token, and I presume you’re my room-mate?”

…And now time to play the waiting game. Let’s see this suckers’ true colours. Accepted! I’ll send you a link to the server through a Tumblr PM. You can take Pip too,honestly! Welcome to the apocalypse

#application #submission

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Application - Jimmy Valmer

About the muse!

Name/nickname: elliot

Age: 19

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: he/him

Extra: i’m considering taking up heidi if i’m up to it. 

About the muse! 

Name: Jimmy Valmer

Gender: Cisgender Male

Age: 21

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Kyle’s Faction (Newhopeton)

Five or more headcanons: 

Still does comedy routines to improve group morale. His jokes have only gotten better, considering the amount of wild and impossible tales that he’s probably encountered since the apocalypse. Has he told you about the “Subway, eat flesh” one yet?

Has become especially proficient with his crutches (not that he wasn’t before, but surviving in the land of the undead has given him good practice.) They double as his weapons in close-range combat, but he has also been known to use a shotgun.

He still has his old flute and his lute, which he plays sometimes in his spare time. If you request it, he can and will play Wonderwall.

He keeps paper clippings from his old newspaper articles and he still writes occasionally, mainly his own personal entries. He’s still pretty skilled at sniffing out information, and tries to keep tabs on the zombie situation.

He draws/creates apocalypse memes on paper in his freetime because not having proper internet access won’t stop him from using abstract comedy.

Roleplay example:

A stream a singular stream of white traveled across the dimly lit room as a full moon hung high in the sky. It bounced off an antique wooden desk, passed over the dark brown fur rug and hit the grey wall. The sounds of typewriter keys could heard throughout the room, as well as the solemn echo of a grandfather clock, ticking away as time faded into the night. Michael sat alone at his desk, typing up his latest 2’500 word essay. Although he’d much rather be reading or doing anything slightly more interesting than writing an in-depth analysis on the collapse of the Roman Empire, he could hardly sleep anyways. He figured, in the long term, if he were to finish it up now, he’d have more time to spend on other things later. Not to mention, compared to his peers, it was rather non-conformist of him to have his work done the day it was assigned. 

His tired eyes stayed trained on the paper and his hands moved rapidly along the keys in careful, concentrated motions. He was so diligently focused that he nearly jumped when a mass of white fur obscured his vision. It took him a moment to comprehend what it was, but when he did, a slight smile spread across his face. Wisp mewled expectantly, declaring in his own battish manor that he required his nightly pets. It was hard to resist such an adorable face, and Michael supposed he could leave his work to sit for another night. He gently got up from his desk and plucked his demanding pet from the table, settling it into a soft embrace, like a father cradling a baby. It was not often anything got his heart to melt just so, but everything about the critter was undeniably cute. He moved in careful steps to the door, entering into the hallway of his house before shutting the heavy door behind him. The ticking of the clock filled the now empty room, as time faded into the night.  Accepted! I’ll send you a link to the server through a Tumblr PM. Heidi is taken though,sorry! Welcome to the apocalypse

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Application - Nicole Daniels

About the mun!

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Name/nickname: Lex

Age: 19

Discord: {Removed for privacy}

Pronouns: they/them

Extra: im shy ok

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About the muse!

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Name: Nichole Daniels

Gender: Trans Female

Age: 21

Sexuality: Questioning Lesbian

Faction: South Park 

Headcanons:

- Despite the discoloration throughout the world, Nichole still finds ways to keep yellow in her eyesight, even so far as to making her own yellow bandanna and keeping it in her pocket. She refuses to let her favorite color get thrown away. 

- Always wants to give a helping hand! She puts her friends needs before her own. 

- Loves fashion and trends! Even if the world went to shit, Nichole will still find a way to make sure her outfits match.

- Likes to stay fit/in shape so she often does morning jogs! She used to stay behind and play basketball after her cheer practices in high school too.

- Knows some violin. Doesn’t play it often though.

Roleplay example:

She showed a small smile at the quip towards Tweek and Craig and their little corner. The party was lively, but the town’s gay couple was more alive than anyone else with their own party. It was sweet, but a pang went through her heart at the thought of them again. Why couldn’t she have something like that?

Why was she so hooked up on them, anyways? They were having fun. So what?

“I…” Nichole paused, stared down at the already almost empty wine glass, what’s to even ponder anymore? It’s Heidi, she’s a dear friend, she missed her tonight, Nichole really missed her tonight. The swirl of wine. “I thought Heidi would make it tonight,” a mumble, heavy exhale, “really make it.” Then, she laughed. “Maybe she just forgot, or is still grounded. Her dad might’ve caught her sneaking out,” no. Nichole would’ve gotten a sad-faced message by now.

“I mean, we’re friends. She would’ve told me something, right? Maybe I’m overreacting a bit, it’s not like it’s my birthday or anything.” She was rambling again, hand gesturing with every stressed word, glass shined clean with the last gulp.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking stuff again. She’ll probably tell me by Monday, or something, right? Yeah.”

Accepted! I’ll send you a link to the server through a Tumblr PM.

Welcome to the apocalypse

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Application - Clyde Donovan

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Cab/Cabbage

Age: 19

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: they/them

Extra: /

About the muse!

Name: Clyde Donovan

Gender: Cis Male

Age: 22 years old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Kyle’s faction / Newhopeton

Five or more headcanons:

-Clyde’s stepped in his mom’s footsteps and has picked up the hobby of baking. He’s not a master in it - everything he bakes is weirdly self indulgent and has very unique flavours others wouldn’t even dare touch.

-He’s an emotional eater. Happy? Time to treat himself to some milkshakes! Sad? Well, he deserves some ice cream to get his spirits up again! Angry? Well, what better way to distract himself than with some brownies? Add this to his baking hobby, and, well, you’ve got yourself a Clyde who’s a few pounds heavier than normal.

-As a side job, he coaches young ice hockey players like Stan did in “Stanley’s Cup”, except he actually has a lot of fun with it and also has access to the ice rank whenever he’d like to. It’s how he got it for his birthday.

-Ever since his mom died, Roger and him have gotten a lot closer with each other - before that, Besty used to rule the house with strict rules, and Roger would let her do her thing without interacting with Clyde as much. Now, however, they’re your everyone’s embarrassing sports duo. They both yell too loudly at the TV when someone scores a goal. They’re those kind of guys. House looks like it, too.

-Once he’s older, Clyde isn’t all that into sports anymore. He still enjoys watching it, but playing it is a whole other deal. He’s embraced his lazy self and isn’t trying to impress anyone anymore.

Roleplay example:

If Craig knew how many colors Kenny McCormick learned to hate, well, he’d be surprised - Craig, for one, had a growing appreciation for colors around him. They were one of the things he didn’t hate. Colors, themselves, never did anything to him. He thought of himself as more realistic than to blame his misfortunes on reflections of light. That did not stop him from gazing at the moon stupidly. Kenny’s gaze wasn’t met. Just because he was a creature of rational thought, didn’t mean he didn’t have odd fixations once in a while. Usually, he wasn’t happy to share his bizarre interest for the infinite stars. He liked keeping it tucked underneath his hat - why, if he was to say what he truly felt, he’d say

it was dumb.

  After all, he was supposed to be a tough nut to crack. Not turn into a fool as soon as he saw mixed watercolors above him. But that was what he did. Even after Tweek taught him the lesson not to trust anyone, he was here, letting Kenny see his ugly sides. Was it because he was vulnerable? Or did he genuienly like Kenny that much? He didn’t want to know; he tried heeding his own advice:

A new start.

“A sexy battle lady.” His voice was light, less serious, as he repeated Kenny’s words. “If that is what it was, I wouldn’t stare at it for more than two seconds.” His attention was still divided to the moon, but his fingertips lightly tapped the others’. As if to ask for permission.

A new start

, he reassured himself.

Accepted! I’ll send you a link to the server through a Tumblr PM.

Welcome to the apocalypse

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trash man

About the mun!

Name/nickname: N

Age: 20

Discord: uwu got it

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Then

Extra: nah

About the muse! 

Name: Fosse Addam McDonald

 Gender: Male

 Age: 22

 Sexuality: Straight ?

 Faction: Factionless

 Five or more headcanons:

- He is a ruthless Raider with Bill. 

- Was diagnosed with thyroid cancer as a child, explaining why he was partially bald in childhood. His treatment went on through his teenaged years and he was declared cured at 16. - Still fuckin’ smokes though, like an idiot. - He’s got a thick nasti white trash accent he pulled in from hanging out with Bill way too much. - He has a simple set of weapons, a machete and a 6 round revolver. Back at base he has a wide arrange to choose from though.

- Hes trash. Homophobic, Transphobic, you name it. I can tone him down if necessary, but just know he is not a good person. 

 Roleplay example: [from a previous roleplay] 

“Drop your weapons! Get on your knees, hands in the fuckin’ air!”

The large fire was all that lite up the dark area behind all of the members of the group here. “Line ‘em up! I’ve been waitin’ long 'nuff.” His voice was disgustingly familiar to Kenny. The blonds teeth grind together and he looks down to his knees, almost hunching over.

No time to question whats happening, all the members of Kenny’s group are roughly grabbed by their shirts collars and dragged closer to the fire, the Eden members drop them all to the dirt roughly again, grabbing their hand and forcing them on their head. “Now now, dont'chu think 'bout movin’ your hands from yer’ heads now! Dont wanna lose 'em dont'cha?” Fosse McDonald came around the large fire just then, a nailed bat resting over his shoulder as he kicked his legs and looked to the line of people. He chuckled. “Oof. 'specially you, bucko. Look at'cha! Only got one left.” As if it was hilarious, he laughed heartfully at what he said. That’s directed right at Thad.

– It’s obviously there’s a of this human trash puzzle missing; and that’s exactly what Fosse is after. Bill’s gone. He can’t go on without his partner and crime, so these fuckers are going to be the ones to pay up.

Fosse hummed a emotionless chuckle, letting it slowly die down as he moved his rusty nail riddled bat off his shoulder, flipping it upside down in front of him with the head rested in the dirt. Both his hands pressing down on the butt of it as he leaned against it lazily. Those malicious emerald green eyes studied over the faces of the leaders in the lineup in front of him. “Gotta give it ta'these lil'gals.” His head carelessly nudges in the direction of Ruby Tucker and Karen McCormick, not bothering to actually glance at the girls filled with guilt and shame. “They sure did one heck of'a job. Real team players! Doin’ as they’re told even if they’re sweet big brothers are the big ol'leaders of them cities. Just finding out they’re alive too!” His taunts are obviously directed towards both Craig and Kenny with that. It was amusing to him, but Fosse’s wide grin drops suddenly, replaced with a dead serious look as sharp as stared right into the line up of innocent people before him. They all look scared; afraid of what he may do. Can’t say I’d blame them.

“Gee, what'a crowd? Lighten up, wouldya? Dont got popcorn for this show, but I think you’ll be havin’ a lil'fun.” No they won’t. Fosse takes a step forward, not pacing in front of the line of people before stopping, spotting the eldest McCormick brother, Kevin. He bites his tongue between his teeth visibly. “Oooh. Ohohoho. You.” He darkly chuckles again, shaking his head in disappointment. They had history. A Bad one. But then he turned right back around, swinging his bat up and resting it on his shoulder.

Fosse’s voice wasn’t as jokey as it was just a moment ago, the poison in his voice was unreal. “One of'ya have 'em. Where is he?”

Accepted! You’re already on the server,so no need to send you a link again

#application #submission

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Dirty, Nasty boi

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Red

Age: 21

Discord: u know it

Pronouns: They/Them

Extra: eh

About the muse!

Name: Bill Allen

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Sexuality: Fosse (and girls with big titties)

Faction: Factionless

Five or more headcanons:

- Still describes things as Gay. It’s a defining feature. - Has gone bokers. Not cannibalistic yet, but could probably get there soon. - In their own group of Raiders. Fosse is the leader. They’ve done some pretty fucked up things. - Knife man. It’s hard to aim a fucking gun. - He collects fingers of people who wronged him. Why? I don’t know but he has a belt filled with the bones. Nasty. -He has a white trash accent.

Roleplay example:

Bill has been, up until this point, fairly good about the bed rest rule. But right now he’s irritated, and hungry and plain out fucking bored, and since Fosse wanted to hear about him and wherever the fuck he goes lately, that meant that Bill had to go to him like some sort of underling when he wanted to do something and he fucking hated it. Hated finding the bastard even more because he could be anywhere in this lodge of a cabin, and he didn’t like asking around. He did however, because he didn’t want to waste time. The answers he got when he asked the nearest lackey wasn’t exactly ideal.

Fosse was with a girl from another faction having dinner. Fucking dinner. That sure rustled his fucking jimmies. Which means he’s grabbing both a gun and an unreasonably long, sharp knife and going to wreck whatever bullshit this is. Obviously it isn’t any important bullshit or Fosse would have told him, right? … Right. Well, either way, he’s kicking in the door where Fosse and Estella are eating like a savage and striding across the room with an angry look on his face, Fosse would be able to tell very easily that’s his carving knife and he’s holding it out towards his ‘date’ threateningly.

“Who th’ fuck is she?!”

Accepted! You’re already on the server,so no need to send you a link again

#application #submission

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Application - Henrietta Biggle

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Sqwid

Age: 20

Discord: you know

Pronouns: they/she

Extra: None

About the muse! 

Name: Henrietta Biggle

Gender: Cis Female

Age: 22

Sexuality: Bi, prefers girls

Faction: Factionless

Five or more headcanons: 

-She’s a satanist witch who firmly believes that the apocalypse is Satan’s reckoning and it’s her job to… assist in that job.

-While she’s lot some weight from a lack of easy access to food, she made up that in muscle mass

-She’s still as goth as can be, at least in this environment. However, she had to make some adjustments in order to be able to move around  more agile and stealthily

-Hoards any cigarettes and tubes of lipsticks she can find… the lipsticks have multiple uses

-She’s become a cold, hard, badass bitch but… deep down she still misses her closest goth friends since she went off on her own for whatever reason (to discuss with other goths probably)

Roleplay example:

Henrietta was tired. It had been a long ass day, and it wasn’t until past sundown when she had finally stumbled across a place to stay the night. Then, it had taken even longer to clean out the joint, damn place was infested. However, it was a nice vacation home in the mountains, clearly previously belonging to a well off family. It was large, containing many bedrooms with soft, big beds. Exactly what she had been missing. So, she had found herself in the master bedroom, a room with a view and equipped with a nice big fireplace, perfect.

So, she curled herself up into the blankets of the bed, enjoying the warmth of the flames from the fire she had built. “Ah. Being a servant of the dark lord really does reap it’s benefits, doesn’t it?” Oh that’s right, she’s not alone in the bed either. “I don’t even really care but all the conformists are suffering, finally getting what they deserve, and I get to be content knowing I was right about the world being shit all along. ” Henrietta shuffles in bed, pulling out a bright red tube of lipstick from her pocket. Black or purple lipstick wasn’t exactly easy to come by nowadays, so she had to make do with what she could find. However, she wasn’t applying it on herself.

Henrietta screws the bottom of the tube, letting a good length of lipstick come out before she turns to her partner in bed. She drags the lipstick across their face, before sighing, and kicking the lifeless body out of the bed and onto the floor. “Tragic.” She laughs to herself, curling up in the covers. “You never even got to turn into our lord’s minions.”

Accepted! You’re already on the server,so no need to send you a link again

#application #submission

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Here I am, back again.

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Red

Age: 21

Discord: U got it

Pronouns: They/Them

Extra: He’s extremely minor but I love him so much

About the muse! 

{Can be canon or OC. Check up the master list for open canon characters and OC rules on OCs beforehand}

Name: Elvin Cartman

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Sexuality: Is a Child

Faction: Factionless 

Five or more headcanons: 

- Has been wandering around by himself after his parents got brutally killed, trying to find other family members to reconnect with so he can kill them. They wronged him, and he hates them all. He’s killed pretty much everyone in Nebraska who didn’t already die.

- His cat got torn apart pretty early in the game so he now has a pet Iguana that rides on his shoulders called Bear. She bites literally anything that isn’t him.

- Is a cannibal. It’s easier to survive eating people then it is eating anything else. 

-Lures people to their doom pretty easily, because he’s cute. 

- Trying to find Eric to finish the job.

Roleplay example: 

There’s the steady sound of something dripping off his bat, as he stares down at the carnage that used to be his parents. drip, drip, his eyes swivel to the side, and see Fred, the big horrible asshole cowering at the bottom of the stairs.  He’d slipped well trying to escape and fell down them and hurt himself. Which means the Elvin is going to have an easier time with this, slowly dragging his bat over to the staircase, Elvin raises it above his head, ignoring the pleas of his obese older sibling as he brought it down upon his head once, twice, then a multitude more times until the walls painted red.  They can’t hurt him now, like this. An apocalypse is just what he needed to finally get rid of them.   Behind him, a tiny meep caught his attention and he turns to see his cat sitting in a pool of blood.  “Oh. Bear. You’re going to stain.” He hissed and leaned down to lift her up. Wiping her paws off on his shirt. “How about we go to nan and gramps place next, huh? Won’t that be fun?"  Accepted! You’re already on the server,so no need to send you a link again

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Let's be Honest, This is All Probably His Doing

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Alex (Me again)

Age: 25

Discord: You already have it

Pronouns: He/Him

Extra: waves vigorously

About the muse! 

Name: Damien Thorn

Gender: Usually He/Him pronouns but can change forms at will.

Age: 22

Sexuality: Pansexual

Faction: Factionless Survivor

Five or more headcanons:  - The vast majority of his life has been spent in hell so it’s kind of a coin toss what he does and doesn’t know. - He has no concept of personal space and tends to be a blunt asshole unintentionally. It’s kind of surreal because occasionally he’ll flip some switch and become incredibly charming at will. - He really doesn’t want to be evil but he usually is just on instinct or due to his warped perception of what’s acceptable. He’s developed to be generally pretty outgoing and approachable, or tries to be anyway. - Has a hellhound named Sprinkles.  - Weird infatuation with ice cream and frozen things? Hot things have gotten kind of boring.  - Always has a feverish body temperature.  - Fireproof  - Antichrist magic bullshit  - Doesn’t bother hiding his tail anymore. Everyone knows who he is.  - Will bite the shit out of you before anything else if you try to fight him.  - Strange sense of humor. Sometimes it’s flat and sometimes it’s just??? Weird.  - Loves everything occult and/or usually regarded as a bad omen. (Black Cats, Skulls, etc.)  - Oddly fixated on roses.  - Bury him in dogs.  - Major Gambling problem.  - Please play games with him.

Roleplay example:  He’s very aware that with every angry, toddler-like stomp he’s igniting the grass under his feet. He can’t help himself, though- not when his emotions are running so high. It’s not his fault humans don’t understand basic respect, so why is Pip “cross” with him for teaching them a lesson? Fuck, that’s the worst word Pip could’ve used too, the irony. He’s not really trying to be bad, either. He’s putting in the effort! He just… doesn’t really get the human standards for right an wrong. Side-effects of growing up in hell, raised by Satan, clearly. The demon whirls around on his heels, tail thrashing and teeth bared at the people (and paramedics) behind him. “You WILL submit the proper tribute to me to beg my forgiveness, Phillip!” The others are of no concern to him at this point. “A thousand years of suffering onto all who dare defy me. Fire will reign upon you! Bring forth the offerings to bestow your apologies, or forever feel the wrath that comes with being a fucking cuck!”

Accepted! You’re already on the server,so no need to send you a link again

#application #submission

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Application - Lizzy Breen

About The Mun!

Name/Nickname: Destinee. / Dez. 

Age: Twenty-Three. 

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: She/Her. 

Extra: Yesterday I saw a chicken egg hatch in a game and I almost cried tears of joy. Also maybe like, a vastly updated Unnamed Goth GIrl, or Patty Nelson, or Ferrari. All solid options. 

About The Muse! 

Name: Elizabeth Devon Breen - Aka Lizzy. 

Gender: Female. 

Age: Twenty-Two. 

Sexuality: Pansexual. 

Faction: Newhopeton. 

Five Or More Headcanons:  -Lizzy’s step-father used to scold her often for her foul mouth and her short temper. He used to say that her fondness for violence was inappropriate, and her insistence on attending boxing classes was unladylike. He said that nothing good would ever come of her hyper-competitiveness or her endless stubbornness. Well, the jokes on him now, isn’t it? Because he’s zombie chow, and she’s a survivor. -Lizzy is an all out brawler. She’s on the short side, but she’s fit and she’s fast and she knows what she’s doing. Her weapon of choice is a crowbar, but she also has a pair of nightsticks she snatched from some dead cops, and always has brass knuckles on her. She does have a pistol that once belonged to her step-father, but she only uses it when absolutely necessary - she’s not the best with ranged weapons. -Lizzy likes to feel useful and keep on the move, and jumps at each and every opportunity to go scouting or raiding or anything of the sort. She’s made herself a sort of self appointed bodyguard, acting as the muscle or the distraction whenever necessary. She’s particularly protective over the young or the weaker survivors. She’s not the sort to fall into any of that “survival of the fittest” stuff, despite being amongst the fittest herself. She thinks if humanity is gonna stand a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving, they need to look after each other. -Lizzy’s arguably bigger contribution to the faction’s survival, other than being the local tank, is her surprising knowledge of gardening and her insistence on taking the time to plant and nurture some hardy fruits and vegetables. Gardening was one of her great loves before the apocalypse, and she finds a bit of peace in tending to the garden now. -Lizzy survived a bear attack when she was nine. She has some heavy scarring on her torso. She’s honestly still genuinely terrified of bears, they scare her more than any of the other horrifying things that they deal with on a more regular basis. 

Roleplay Example  Lizzy spent more than her fair share of days elbow deep in gore. It was an unfortunate side effect of her rather brutal fighting style, but brutal had always been what she was best at. Still, she truly enjoyed the moments like these - when it was dirt smeared across her skin instead of blood, and her hands nurtured life instead of bringing death. It sounded all poetic and stupid when she thought about it, but that didn’t make it any less true. She had just finished planting potatoes that, come fall, would help to keep the people in her faction fed and healthy and alive. There was an indescribable sense of pride that came with knowing she’d contributed to something like that. It was kind of funny, she didn’t think she’d ever been so sentimental or caring before the apocalypse. Leave it to her backwards ass to be softened by tragedy rather than hardened by it. She chuckles quietly, earning a confused look from her companion. He’s almost a complete stranger to her. She can’t remember his name, but to be fair to her, he’d only joined the faction a little over two weeks ago. She thought maybe it started with a J. Or maybe it was a G? Fuck, maybe it was a K. She’d ask him if he was still around in another two weeks. “Gardening makes me happy. It’s my thing.” Lizzy runs her hands up and down her arms, brushing some of the cold dirt off her skin, “You know. The thing that lets you forget, for a few seconds, how fucked up the world is. What’s your thing, kid?" The boy stares hard at her, and Lizzy isn’t quite sure if he’s trying to decide what his thing is, or whether or not to complain about being called a kid. As far as she’s concerned, though, he is a kid - no older than fifteen or sixteen. He’s far too young to be clutching a machete and struggling to remember what makes him happy, but then again, aren’t they all? "I guess I really -” He was cut off by a loud scream, causing both survivors to jump and turn towards the noise. It was quickly followed by two gunshots, which made the boy jump again and lift his machete up as though he could somehow stop a bullet by swinging aimlessly at the air. Lizzy let out a string of curses. “Christ, watch where you’re swinging that damn thing, you idiot.” She shouldered past him, suddenly all business now that her peaceful moment had abruptly ended. “Just stay close to me and try not to fucking stab me, we need to go, now." 

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Application - Sally Bands

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Chey

Age: 19

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: She/Her

Extra: I amn just…………….a litle creacher.

About the muse!

Name: Sally Bands

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Sexuality: Hasn’t gave much thought to it.

Faction: Newhopeton

Five or more headcanons:

Her skin is littered with scars of all shapes and sizes, and every time you meet her - she seems to be sporting a new bruise or two as well. She hardly pays mind to it as she is a firm believer in that they give her character and she’ll gladly tell you all about how she got each and everyone of them.

Displays various symptoms of ADHD, but was never properly diagnosed as her parents believed it was nothing she wouldn’t grow out of.

She used to carry a few stim toys on her person, but found that she preferred a butterfly knife above all.

Sally is a very animated character. She has a tendency to speak with her body, as well as her mouth, so it isn’t uncommon for her to swing her arms around in a grand gesture or accidentally swat someone in the face in her excitement. Just…Make sure she doesn’t have the knife.

She draws, a lot. She prefers finger painting overall, an old habit she never grew out of, but supplies are short so she makes due. Sally draws the faces of those she has killed, or run into, imagining what they looked like before and putting it onto paper.

Roleplay example: Humiliation colors her cheeks. “Oh.” Is all she able to manage in response, hit with a sudden flood of emotions she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with. It was one thing to tell yourself that, but a completely other thing to hear aloud from someone you loved – from your mother of all things. Any snarky retort she had planned promptly died in her mouth, leaving nothing but a bitter taste in its place. “Pathetic?” What a funny word. Sally’s fingers instinctively twitch at her side, wanting nothing more then to wipe away the building tears, but she refrained. She couldn’t look away from her mother, no matter the constricting of her throat or the familiar burn it brought with it. Her mother had frozen in place. “Sally…I didn’t mean – “ “You still said it.” She hated the way her voice wobbled. “You still said it! This isn’t something I can grow out of Mom! It’s not something that is going to get better overnight and I’m sorry, I’m so, so fucking sorry that I can’t be ‘normal’, but it just doesn’t work like that – and – and you know, you know I’m trying, but it hell trying to keep up with what you expect from me because I just.. I just can’t do it.” Sally’s nails dug into the palms of her hands in an attempt to ground herself. “Do you think I do this to myself? Do you think I enjoy it?”  

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Welcome to the apocalypse

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Just a heads-up to the two that reserved Scott and Clyde: The three day reserve period is over,so the characters are no longer reserved. If someone else applies for these characters before you,I’m sorry to say it,but they will get the characters then.

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Application - Dogpoo Petuski

About the mun!

Name/nickname: Carrie

Age: 26

Discord: {Removed for privacy reasons}

Pronouns: She/her

Extra: I’m the bastard that killed Kenny

About the muse! 

Name: Dogpoo Petuski

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Sexuality: Bi

Faction: None/Factionless

Five or more headcanons:  -His real name is Daniel, but he prefers to be called Danny (I’m sorry I cant take the name Dogpoo seriously a his real name) -Doesn’t mind getting down and dirty -Tends to be mouthy as fuck -Carries throwing knives on him and sometimes will rely on the use of anything he can find and re-purpose into a weapon. -He tends to avoid others, having become a loner in all of this mess. 

Roleplay example:  Danny would have thought he’d be used to the loneliness and the quiet by now. At least he didn’t have anyone around to call him by that terrible nickname, right? He let out a light breath as he rested his head against the back of a beaten down car that had somehow crashed into the forest where he was hiding out. At least it couldn’t get worse than this. He pulled out some Christmas ornaments he had located in a dump he had explored and placed it on the tree beside him. “I know it’s not Christmas.. but there needs to be some sign of hope, right?” He spoke out loud to himself. A habit he had picked up from all of his time alone.  The boy observed his work and finally relaxed himself on the ground, letting a discontent sigh escape his lips. “Happy whatever holiday everyone has missed due to this mess. I hope people are still alive out there.” Finally, he stood up, deciding it was time to move again. Much too risky to stay in one place for too long. 

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×Reservations last 3 days (So the day you asked, plus 3). After 3 days, if you haven't applied, your reservation for the character will expire. That doesn't mean you won't be able to apply for them, it just means that if anyone else applies for that character before you, they will get that character.

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×Don't be afraid to ask questions. I'm always willing to answer.

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