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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: [INACTIVE] on October 20, 2016, 02:44:25 AM
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Halloweens is upon is my friends! And you all thought I left the RP community of this forum didn't you? No, I'm back and I got a new RP for you. It's time for a ghoulish spin off to one of my most successful RP's. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you. Liars, Cheaters, and The Undead!
RULES
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*Powers are off limits.
*Being feral is perfectly fine.
*No god modding at all
*Two characters only please
*This is a zombie western themed RP, use western clothing and weaponry.
*The year is 1898 set in the borders of Texas and Louisianan where marsh land and deserts mix.
*Have a good time
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Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Clothing:
Weaponry: Nothing OP please
Extra:
Bio
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Name: Zaida Valdis (Z for short) however her outlaw name is Nightcrawler.
Age: 26 (looks younger)
Sex: female
Species: Monster
Appearance: Grey, dark grey, and tan brown pelt.
Clothing: White button up blouse, a weathersby vest, black pants which her white shirt is tucked in (when her vest is off), black boots almost to her knees. Top it off with gloves, hat, a holsters.
Weapons: Remington dual revolvers, and a Winchester rifle.
Extra:
Bio: An outlaw, Anti-Hero. Zaida hasn't been seen for quite some time.
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(I would also like to point out that your characters from the original RP can be remade in this. And the relationships and knowledge of other people can stay)
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Name:Jeremy Boone
Age:29
Sex:Male
Species:Crow
Clothing:Black three piece suit, with white undershirt blue vest and bowtid
Weapons:1873 El patron
Bio:As a quick recap, Jeremy is a snake oil salesman... Or was atleast, he sold a strage paste that could cure "anything" while thw only thing it cured was constipation (If ingested) or making you look like an idiot (If used cosmetically) Hes hasn't been seen around for a while now, and has only just returned to the scene
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Name: Oswald Stowe
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species:Bearded Vulture
Clothing: Savvy Merchant Outfit (http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/reddeadredemption/images/4/41/RDR_unlocksSavvyMerchantOutfit.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20101219043502)
Weapons: Colt Single Action Navy Revolver
Extra: None
Bio: Oswald bit the dust at the hands of his famous younger brother 'The Renegade' He was shot down and was buried near the old Stowe farm. Once the Apocalypse began Oswald rose from the grave but unlike the other undead, he was still sane. He may not be able to make coherent sentences and the only thing you can hear coming from his mouth is the occasional, "Arghh" But other than that he can still understand things and shoot a gun.
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Name: Razuel Dracon
Age: 9
Species: Western Feral Dragling
Gender: Male
Clothing: A chain collar with muzzle attached to it, and a set of leather mitts.
Weaponry: Sharp metal cutting claws, and a strong bite
Extra: although Raz has no supernatural powers, his soulstone is still on his chest.
Bio: Raz was born into slavery, but escaped his captivity with a multitude of scars and cuts. Eventually a caravan picked him up and kept him barely alive so he wouldn't run away, so that they could sell him off for a pretty penny.
Height- Head to tail : 3ft
Height- Shoulder to ground : 2ft
Weight : 170 lbs
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Name: Rasha Sliver
Bandit name: Muerto
Age: 24
Species: Albino Gator
Gender: Male
Clothing:a Mariachi band outfit, with worker gloves, a duster, and a skull mask that has a snout.
Weaponry: A sturdy bull whip, and a sawed off double barrel.
Extra: Is a half dead, so unless he provokes the undead. They don't bother him. But being as such, he has most zombie like traits.
Bio: He was a bandit with a grudge against a old sheriff who back stabbed him and left him for dead. But when he saw the light, it's all faded, and his heart beat with cold blood. And as such he took it on himself to snuff out the after alife he wants. Along with bringing a few people with him.
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(Begin)
The ground around the earth shakes rapidly. Rabbits and birds fled the area. The undead have risen and people around the West have turned into flesh eating crazies. At the Stowe ranch it's deserted. All the Stowe have passed away and sitting near the property was a grave. It was a normal grave all it had on it was the words.
'Rest in Piece Oswald Stowe.'
A arm rose from the ground and the earth around the grave began to cave in. A body pulled itself out. It's right eye was open and his one good eye glew orange. It was Oswald. He was no longer alive though. He roared once he got out of the ground and surveyed the area.
he coughed and tried to speak to hinself, "Grrrraaah." His face contorted into a starge confused look. He then pulled his revolver out and limped away
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*Jeremy was riding his trail back to the small town, he noticed a VERY large flock of birds pass above him as he passed the stowe ranch*
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Oswald just walked down the field aimlessly, he thought to himself, "God I feel terrible..."
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Zaida's fur and clothes were dirtied with blood and grime, as she had been fighting to survive this undead nightmare. She snarled to the smell of rotten flesh in the air, groans of the undead. As the monstress rode through the west, she brought her attention towards the Stowe's ranch as the flock flew past. She decided to stop by the ranch, in hopes to find something useful.
She dismounted war once she was close enough and drew her revolver. 'Seems like it's been deserted...' She stopped upon a grave and shook her head and ears leaned back, showing just a bit of sympathy. She took her hat off and placed it on her chest. "Ah, I remember when I received the sad news.. Rest in piece Mr.Stowe, sorry I couldn't attend the funer-" she paused and kneeled down, noticing now that the grave was empty. The monstress looked around cautiously. "You poor bastard..." She whispered.
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Oswald stopped and turned his head slowly behind him, he saw Zaida and he began limping towards her, "Aarrrg. Graaaaaaghh" He moaned as he slowly made his way towards her. His revolver was still and his hands and he walked like a normal anthro, but he had a slight limp.
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*Jeremy watched from the distance*"What the hell is that person doing?..."*He said as he cleaned his Revolver*
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Zaida quickly looked at the dead vulture that limped towards her. With a huff she slowly got to her feet aiming her revolver to Oswald, waiting for him to get closer so it would be easier to put him back in the grave.
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Oswald stopped in his place, he snarled and pulled his revolver up. He aimed it at her and tried to speak, "Grraaaghr." He mumbled.
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"What in the hell?" Zaida murmured. Her brows furrowed with confusion, she glanced back at the grave. Eventually she lowered her revolver while studying undead Oswald. 'He's not attacking...'
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Oswald lowered his revolver as well. He holstered it and tried to make hand signals. He pointed at him self, then at his face and made a awkward smile. He grumbled, "Arrrrrg."
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There was a moment of silence as Zaida tried to process this, he somehow wasn't like the other undead... "Well I'll be damned, it's nice to see you Oswald." She said returning a light smile and placing the revolver back in its holster.
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Oswald waved back and mumbled, "Graagh." He surveyed the area and then looked back at Zaida and shrugged. He clearly had no idea where he was going and or what to do.
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*Jeremy turnt back towards his cart before seeing that.... His wheel was broken once again*
"Goddamnit why is it always the wheel?"*He sighed before scanning the surrounding area*
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"Hey now, don't wonder too far alright?" She said approaching him and putting a hand on his shoulder "Others won't think twice before shooting you." Zaida simply said while examining the area. "I got one where to go..." she thought for second. "You think you still have anything left on the ranch? Any materials, or food?" She asked.
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He sighed and stood still for a few minutes, he looked back up towards Zaida and nodded. He pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to Zaida. He pointed at the large barn, "F-F-Food." He stuttered. He was trying to speak again. But he barely could.
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*Jeremy looked aroundfor any abandoned wheels that would just happen to be laying around*
"Either I get to the ranch and risk getting shot by a possible psychopath, or rely on luck to find a somehow working condition wheel in the surronding area"*He said to himself, before rubbing his brow and looking at he broken wheel*
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Zaida looked over at the barn. "Finally.." she turned back at him. "Good you're starting to speak" She patted his shoulder as he started to speak. "Come on then, stay close." The monstress said walking to the barn.
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Oswald began to lower down a bit to keep out of sight. He followed Zaida and began to scan the area.
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She forced pushed the barn doors. The doors creaked open. "It's a bit dark." Zaida whispered as her eyes adjusted. She spotted a lantern fallen over on some hay, she picked it up and lit it up with her lighter.
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The caravan that had been carrying Raz around had lost a wheel close the Stowe's ranch, and the caravan had been surrounded by bandits first, and then zombies soon followed.
The caravan headmaster ran into Raz's area and brought the dragon up to the roof of the wagon and took him out, "Okay, welp, you're gonna fly me away from here!", the caravan headmaster then took Raz's wing restraints and Raz took off in an instant. The headmaster tried to jump after Raz, but fell short and into a crow of Zombies.
Raz flew for a little while before he started to grow extremely tired, and his crash course seemed to be set for the barn's roof, and as he was falling, his heavy and tired flaps were audible, his wing's flaps not in unison, each flapping at different sequences, as he quickly approached the barn.
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*Jeremy Was walking towards ranch before seeing a large lizard slam into the barn causing him to jump*
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The monstress listened to the sound of flapping wings. Not wanting to take a chance she quickly grabbed the undead vulture and backed out of the barn. With a blink of an eye it came crashing down as the dragon smashed into it.
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Raz had crashed through the roof and he crashed into a roof beam, falling off of it and onto a hanging planter with a dead plant inside.
Raz had fallen unconscious from the crash and just swung on the planter, a tad bit of blood was dripping from him and onto the ground below, as a shard of wood had gotten stabbed under his forearm, drawing blood at a very slow rate.
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Mureto was walking back over to an old grave to spot out how things been going since the day the dead rose. But as I took out my string instrument and was about to strum a few notes. But heard a oddly loud thud and could make out only some rough noise coming from the barn. So focusing my glare on it I could see two furs stumbling out as there is now a hole in the roof. And as such I start my slow walk towards the barn as I strum my instrument to make a pleasent melody.
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Oswald mumbled under his raspy breath, "Grargh." He stood up and took a few steps towards the now unconscious dragon, he looked at the blood dripping from his arm and moaned. He turned his head towards Zaida and gestured his head towards Raz.
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"I'm not a doctor, I don't know what I could possibly do." Zaida cautiously approached the dragon. She squatted down examining it silently.
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Oswald watched as Zaida squat in front of the dragon. He squatted next to her and looked at the dragon, he looked over at Zaida and shrugged.
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After they boh squatted down to look at Raz, he made a groaning noise, but one thing that didn't move when he lightly shifter his body, was his right wing, and upon closer inspection, a small bulge by his dislocated wing was there, and that was the joint bone poking out into the flesh.
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I kept walking towards the barn as I played my instrument and then thought about what was going on in there but as I made it closer to where I could see the barn doors detail. I stopped to take out my whip and held the handle firmly in the right claw. As I place my instrument back on my back, with its strap. Then, carefully took slowler steps as I tried to hear what was on the inside.
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Oswald turned his head towards the back barn door. He stood up and pulled his revolver out, he looked at Zaida and put his fingers to his lips, "Shhh."
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Zaida turned to Oswald and without a word she nodded. She stood back up, but not completely, but in a slight crouch. The monstress placed her hand on her revolver.
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Oswald slowly opened the back door to see Mureto, he aimed his weapon at him, "Rargghhhh!" He mumbled.
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As Oswald did this, Zaida silently made her way through the barns side door. Mureto's back facing hers, she aimed to the back of his head. "State your business stranger... And don't you dare try anything funny." She hissed.
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Raz slowly woke up and his first sight was of Oswald, so he let out a short yelp, and as he tried to get up and run, he fell to the ground and let out another yelp in pain
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Oswald looked over at Raz, his neck cracked while he turned his head towards him. He grumbled, "Arragh." He then gestured Zaida to keep watch over the stranger. He took a few steps towards Raz and moaned again.
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Raz started to become really scared as Oswald drew towards him, so he tried to get away from Oswald, flopping and slightly dragging himself away, but was going too slow to actually escape. As Raz was trying to get away from Oswald, Raz was making alot of noise in the form of whimpers and cries.
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Oswald put his finger to his mouth and tried to speak, "D-D-Dooon't.... S-Speak. They'll h-h-hea-a-ar yoooou."
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Raz froze and kept still, soon passing out in fear, when Oswald spoke, and Raz's little heart and mind couldn't take it
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I stare at blank space as I curl up my whip and then felt the air for a bit before clearing my throat and then smiled as I fold my arms and slowly turn around. "I have none... but to get the damnned out of the hell hole we are all in. " I Said in a cold and stern voice. "So when you have a lot of reckless noise and something crashing through this here barns roof... you just have to wonder." I raise my claws showing the weapons I have on me and leaving them empty.