Shadow Apocalypse

[Kid Blaze]

Rules
-this roleplay is rated PG. There will be violence, but not excessive
-only two characters per person
-all other roleplay rules apply
 
Backstory
It is the year 2132 in the land of Isengard. Furries and humans live together in harmony, with the "High Council" watching over them from the capital city of Isen. The High Council consists of the most elite furry warriors and the most powerful human fighters. They have kept the peace for a millenia.
However, as of yesterday afternoon, the peace has been shattered in the eastern Kinleaf Forest. A strange virus of unknown origin has been released into the forest, causing the furries to become savage monsters bent on killing each other for food and competition. The human settlement of Kinleaf and the furry settlement of Gildora are now in ruins. No living thing within the forest is safe from the "virals" and even those that have entered the forest have not came out.
However, there is hope. There are some furry and human warriors in the forest that are immune to the virus and have been fighting the virals ever since this morning. They don't realize it yet, but they are the last hope for Isengard. The virus is spreading out of the forest and it may spread across the land.
You are one of the warriors immune to the virus. Do you have what it takes to get out of the forest and find a cure to the virus? Or is Isengard doomed to fall? The choice is entirely yours. Good Luck.
Name:
What is your name?
Furry or Human:
What type of warrior are you?
Appearance:
What do you look like?
Weopenary
All warriors carry a weopen, whether it be a sword, staff, or just claws.
Other Details
Anything else you wish to add?

[Doveen]

(Charachter information:
Name Doveen, Species: fox, Appearance: Usuals Foxish brown, with three stripes on the face, from nose to forehad, white belly. Body:Slender and agile. Weaponry: Long curved saber, wears light armor.



Doveen was barely able to escape the virals in  Gildora. They came from the forest, and wreaked havoc on the village. The guards fell in mere minutes, the militia stood even less. While the few who did not panicked held back the attackers, others ran away, in to the plains, hoping to hide in the crops. Doveen was one of the warriors who were sent with the villagers, to defend them.  He was never the heroic type, and he was glad he got out of that nightmare... altough, it reached him nonetheless. A young recruit who accompanied him was killed nearly immediately. Doveen fought the abominations, but soon realised he can't hold againtst their numbers. He didn't know what happened to the townfolk, because he lost sight of them, so he just run in to a small grove, climbed a tall tree, and hid there. He was terrified. He never saw such creatures before. As he slowly calmed down, fear was replaced with guilt in his heart. What if a few more minutes of struggle would have saved someone? What if slaying one more monster would have given time to someone to escape? He felt great sorrow over his cowardness. A suspicious noise shaked him from his sorrowful thoughts. He was still sitting in the greenery of the tree, so he was in ambush position. He drew his saber, And prepared to jump down. But before cutting the creature in half he wanted to identify it, so he waited to get sight.