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Hey! Hey! Hey!
Today is the day that YOU come and check out THIS roleplay! We’ve got so many writers biting at the bit ( no pun intended ) to have YOU join us!! I’m around, I’m here and there, so swing by, drop us an app or a message, or even a reserve and I’ll be happy to help you!
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Hello Darlings!
I’m on and about right now, I’d love to see some fresh, new faces around our group! Right now, we’re having introductions before our characters take and head out on the road. If you haven’t heard of us already, you should definitely check out our FULL PLOT -- its all original. We accept your OC’s as well as canon characters from your favorite zombie fandoms!
Shoot me a message, I won’t bite. ( unless you’re into that )
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Say it with me, lurkers!
I.HATE. TUMBLR’S. TAGGING. SYSTEM!
That’s all.
Unless... You have an ask/app for me?
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July 2030
It was like snow in the middle of the summer…
The way the ash fell from the sky, fat flakes accumulating on cars and houses. The whole world had stopped and turned to the sky in utter awe. Lights shining bright through the flurries, encouraged even more wonder and worry as a great panic began. Governments and their militarys struggling to find reason as they tried to keep citizens of the world calm and under control.
Was this aliens? Was this a terrorist attack? Was this the second coming?
When the ash finally stopped falling, people began cleaning up the landscape of thick ash that now covered the streets. Feeling comfortable enough to go outside, people were seen shoveling their driveways and helping neighbors. The stillness that followed really felt like the worst was over.
Then the attacks began…
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Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.
Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!
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Creeps /krēps/
This fun variety of zombie is one that is recently deceased. We’re talking not even a full day dead, so not rotted, and not gross yet. These still look human for the most part, if you’re keen you may notice blackening veins, dark eyes, and just general dishevelment.
Pictured above is a Creep!
He’s tricky because he looks like your generic emo boy, like maybe he’ll write you some sad poetry but really he wants to eat you.
Creeps are generally very agile and “smarter” (if you will) than your run of the mill zombie. They may even be mistaken to still be human based on how fast they’ve began to decay and how normal they still seem to carry themselves.
Creeps are exactly why you should always have your wits about you in the apocalypse!
HOME RULES FULL PLOT
Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.
Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!
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Walkers.
This is your typical zombie.
Like their name suggests, they walk. They’re usually seen in large groups, meandering around. Sound and light are going to attract them the most, otherwise they are typically easy to avoid. They tend to moan and groan a lot, which is another good indicator that there are walkers around.
Of course, if you don’t have your wits about you and they may catch you by surprise.
And you must beware… Who or what might be hiding in the walker horde.
HOME RULES FULL PLOT
Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.
Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!
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Runners.
A zombie whose name explains it all.
These zombies do in fact run. While they are not smart or dexterous, they are fast and still (somehow) l have relatively intact vision.
Think, Usain Bolt as a zombie, he would probably be a runner. This type is probably filled with track stars and 5k runners. They can go the distance and they’re fast.
These are some of the most dangerous zombies, for good reason. If they’ve spotted you, your options are to run (faster than them) or be swift enough to get in a couple shots before they are in range to get you!
HOME RULES FULL PLOT
Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.
Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!
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Snails.
The name is tricky.
These zombies crawl, or kind of drag themselves along, like a snail, which generally isn’t very scary. You would think these would be easy to take care, but these snails when approached are like lightning when they grab their victim. No one is quite sure how or why they can do this, but there’s some instinct in their rotted brain that’s still firing off.
These can easily be mistaken for zombies that are truly paralyzed.
That’s why the best practice in the apocalypse is proceed with caution no matter what kind of zombie you think you’re dealing with.
HOME RULES FULL PLOT
Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.
Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!
#zombie rp#zombie apocalpyse rp#rp#rpg#roleplay#oc rp#original character#original rp#open rp#fandom rp#twd rp#black summer#znation
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Hey Taggies,
We are here!
Well I am here. And I’m lonely.
So fill the inbox with your questions! Or maybe some apps? ;)
#zombie roleplay#zombie rp#zombie apocalpse#apocalypse rp#fandom rp#oc rp#original rp#new rp#open rp#twd#twd rp#znation#black summer
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who is the leader of the group of survivors?
Hey Nonnie!
Our groups leader is Edward Locke, he is an Henry Ian Cusick face claim -- his biography should be posted later tonight! He is played by Britt (one of the admins).
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ALEXIUS BARINOV is FORTY years old. He looks a lot like JOSEPH MORGAN and is known as the THE WILD CARD. ALEXIUS is an OC, played by COURTNEY.
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One drunkard, dick of a father, that never failed to win the ‘ neglect your child and otherwise let money do the raising ’ award. His wicked mother who, when she was actually around, treated him just as badly if not worse, any attentions given to him simply a way for her to explore her own disturbed mind and twisted sexual ways. This is what he would always remember of the people who were his biological family; albeit, there was one thing that would stick with him more than the rest.
The way that his mother’s body looked,
After she was blown to bits in that fatal car accident.
Even though he had only seen the aftermath at the open casket funeral his father held a few days later, he could pick up on all the details the rigid bumps from where her neck had snapped at impact, how she was all burnt up, some of her limbs barely hanging on by the threads they’d used to put her back together with.
But where in the hell was all the blood???
Unable to bury what had been awoken in that moment, he became utterly obsessed. Whenever he would see blood…. it would mesmerize him. he would need to see more, he would want to see more.
Thus at the age of eight Alexius experienced his first human kill. All it took was a push and down the stairs his nanny went. which. Of course, what with having a father who happened to be the president of some trillion dollar company in Moscow, the incident was covered up and deemed an accident. Including the second time it happened. only this time there were no stairs involved and his new nanny instead received a knife to the neck. but. it was just another accident as far as his father was concerned.
So as the years would go past and he grew old enough those lucky few he stumbled across that reminded him of the nanny would share her fate. Murdered, in the nice little shack Alexius bought himself and primped solely for his killings; eventually cutting them up in parts, to be hidden in its underground cellar.
By the time he hit seventeen his father remarried and the woman who he was now expected to call mother was surprisingly….. likable. That and the fact that Alexius was enamored with her daughter; his now to be called ’ little sister ’. But a few months later when news eventually broke of his mother’s pregnancy? Everything changed. And that’s when he discovered his sister was just like him.
❝Their mother, their father? they were theirs, ❞ She had said. ❝ And that thing growing in her dared tried to change that? Replace them, even? ❞
After a few delicate words from his sister, Alexius snuck into his parent’s room and attempted to drown his mother while she was in the tub; not before shoving a utility knife in her stomach. Unfortunately, his father heard all the ruckus, and got there just in time. Before any repercussions of his actions could form, he took a bunch of cash and other such valuables and his step sister and then proceeded to flee from Russia. Boarding a plane to the USA, in the grand Los Angeles; where they were set to live for the rest of their lives.
But all that time just loafing around, living off of what he had taken? Owning a pastry shop as a front to look for potential victims? After years of killings? It really was no surprise when the police, and later the FBI, began sniffing around and forced him to move yet again. And again. and, finally, one more time.
To the quaint little city of Houston, Texas.
Which was all fine and dandy and then the ash fell from the sky.
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But everything only got even better.
With all the death and the entire shit storm that came with the end of times, his need, the fixation, that urged him to kill those similar to the nanny, for the most part vanished. Sure, his reaction whenever he saw blood was still the same; but the recipient of his innate wickedness changed and became those poor saps who were already dead: the infected. which was pretty great considering Alexius could kill and maim and bask in the bloody glory as much as he wanted without having to worry about constantly looking over his shoulder for what he did. just pass the time away with his beloved sister. and, you know, survive.
Something that sure did become a whole lot easier to do once he found himself accompanied by a group of thirteen people more than half of said people having been acquired upon his saving them from becoming zombie chow.
Accidental as each instance was ( he’d simply been out having fun, just like how he did every night, killing as many infected as he could find ) the fact remained that he had saved them from certain death. And sure, he was the farthest thing from being a hero, but, even still, they stuck around and followed him. Listened to him. so. He wasn’t about to start complaining. because nothing was more useful than a couple of willing followers to use as fodder if need be.
Not even five months later, though, they all began to venture away from Houston and started to head out towards Minnesota in search for a facility of survivors. A place he wouldn’t have even known about if it wasn’t for that dying soldier who had told him about the secure location before succumbing to his wounds. At least, that was what everyone was led to believe. In reality there was never any soldier. Alexius made the entire thing up in order to fulfill what his dear sweet step sister had wished for: to have their living arrangement to be less cramped and preferably relocated to somewhere with more open spaces. They lost a few people and also picked up a few more who joined them along the way but as they got farther away from the city Alexius noticed that people were less trusting and tended to steer clear of other survivors.
Which actually made a whole lot of sense.
Especially when winter came crashing down upon them.
Between the erratic snow storms and the numbing cold no one even noticed how hungry they were. The hunger crept its way in, slowly, barely even there at first. After two weeks of living out of a gas station due to the unbearable weather, with him searching through nearby stores for remnants of food only to find crackers and chips, though….. that pang was unbearable. Anything he did find for himself he would take a mere bite of and proceed to give the rest to his sister and whatever his second in command found was divided out for the rest of the bunch. But it wasn’t ever enough. Everyone, including himself, quickly became too exhausted to even think about continuing on with the journey. Then weeks turned into a month and then the hunger was all consuming. Fortunately, one night while he and his second in command were out looking for any edible thing they could scavenge, they spotted a campfire. and came across another small group of people. or rather, a nice set of meat bags. because that’s what they essentially were right? Why else would the infected scarf people down like they did? Questions that swiftly had their answers. Alexius slaughtered all those people like cattle. Gutted and skinned them, served them up like cattle, too. When they returned he said that they had come across some deer and everyone couldn’t stop smiling. Crying. Giving their thanks and telling him how the “ deer meat ” reminded them of a huge juicy steak. which? It kind of did taste like steak. And that was pretty fucking funny, considering. But at least his step sister would finally fill her belly. Thus he and his second in command would routinely go out and search for smoke or anything else that could possibly signal life and continue to kill each and every person who they managed to come in contact with for the remaining winter months in order to keep his sister thoroughly fed. Being able to also feed everyone else, well, was just a beneficial bonus.
When the weather started warming up, things went back to normal, and he got everyone to continue on the decided path. for about a year, nothing major happened. the search for that secure place to settle aka somewhere spacious, an ongoing endeavor that led them to travel further north in to the woody depths of Nebraska.
Of course, that ’ nothing major ’ would only last, for so long.
Eventually, a hoard of the infected happened to be passing by the same run down building as they were. One minute they were all outside, and the next, Alexius was being ushered inside the building with the undead quickly following suit.
He watched as those who had chosen to follow him stood their ground for themselves, for each other. Some began to get ripped apart while others were attempting and failing to fight against the undead to keep the creatures from ripping anyone apart. All the blood. Each shrilly scream. It was so very exciting. The exact kind of shit that he lived for. He didn’t get to properly appreciate what was happening, though, because in that marvelous moment of mayhem, he remembered that his precious little sister was there with him.
And they were outnumbered seven to one.
So, without a word, he grabbed his step sisters hand, ran towards the back of the room, pushed her through the half broken window leading towards the woods, and then squeezed himself through it as well; abandoning his handy dandy human shields to their chosen grisly demises to make a sure fire escape.
It wasn’t like Alexius and his sister were roaming around alone for long. Maybe about two weeks, tops.
Before they knew it, two women had stumbled across them, asked them a few questions, and then just skipped right to it and invited them to come and rest up in the safety of their group. and he thought: why the hell not? The decision to stay, that he was going to join this new group with his sister, didn’t require any sort of thinking on his part.
Because he was dead set on sticking by his end of the world motto.
There was no better way to ensure his sister’s safety, than in numbers.
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CORDELIA “LIA” DOLL is NINETEEN years old. She looks a lot like STACY MARTIN and is known as the THE QUIET ONE. LIA is an OC and played by SAM.
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Cordelia never knew anything about where she lived, nor did she care enough to find out. Her older brother Adriel was all she ever had, all she ever needed. Her home life hardly counted as living, being that she was kept in a cage a majority of the time.
Cordelia was born into a wealthy family, and was all to quick to find out how such money was acquired. As soon as he had deemed her fit, the man who called himself her father began to sell her body off to other men. Some were easier to handle than others, but anytime she were to go against any of their wishes, she would receive harsh punishments. Days without food, other times without water, and always a new mark across her back from the whip. When she was good for a certain period of time, she’d be allowed to remain outside her cage for a certain amount of time. This time that she was blessed with, she always spent with her brother. He would tend to her wounds, comfort her, and sneak her the food that he’d save up for her. Words could never be enough to describe how much he meant to her, how much she relied on Adriel. But when she was with him, she hardly spoke a word, sobs racking through her small and fragile frame, trembling and curling in on herself; she couldn’t fall asleep those nights until she heard her brothers soft voice whisper to her.
“You’ll be alright, Cordy. I love you.”
She was 12 when the fire happened, and she was the only one to make it out. Collapsed to her knees outside the charred and fallen mansion, she coughed until she thought her lungs would come out. It took her far too long to process what had happened, and the fear was reignited within her.
After days of searching and screaming without sleep, she never did find Adriel.
After about a month, the emergency services had found the burned out building, and had declared it as arson. It would seem that one of the servants who worked there had finally tired of watching the abuse in the household, and took it into their own hands. It hardly mattered to Lia now. She’d been on the streets since that day, and she was learning how to survive on her own. Her hair chopped off and the front of it dyed, contacts in her eyes, and a new name, she had changed her identity and began to build a reputation for herself. Drug deals and alley fights, switchblades and underage drinking; Lia made money, allies, and acquired new scars that she earned for herself. Lia managed to build some sort of stable structure for her life withing those 6 years. She may not have had much, but she swore to herself.
She was going to make it.
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Lia had just turned 19 a few months ago when it began. Growing up and living the way that she had, she never trusted anyone or anything. When the ash fell from the sky, her stomach churned, unsettled. Even if she still hated her life, even if it was still awful, even if she still wanted to just-
Lia made it so that her life was predictable, so that she had some form of control. This? Nobody could have predicted this. And it frightened her to no end.
Hiding was what she was best at. Not just visually, no; she could cover her tracks in almost any way imaginable. Sight, scent, sound; with the way she’d always existed, it was a basic necessity to learn those skills. For three years now, she hid, and she ran, but she never left this god-forsaken little town. It had been eating at her lately, the fact that she had always been, and expected to always be here. It was… Predictable. She knew this place. She knew these people. Looking at the desolated streets and buildings, her muscles slowly tensed, and her switchblade was slid from her pocket and flicked open.
She didn’t want to predict anymore. Lia wanted to control.
She knew this place. She knew these people; the fact that she knew what absolute trash they were made it that much easier to ram that blade into their skulls, and run.
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Hewwo!
it tis I! I’m here on the main doing admin things like updating the character page and posting bios, so you tag lurkers out there have enough time to send us in an application for our unique zombie apocalypse group! Or, if you have any questions you can zip them on over and I’ll answer ASAP!
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Hey tag lurkers,
We’ve got 1 (ONE) application in our inbox, currently waiting on acceptance.
Let’s get a couple more in there to keep it company while we wait for Admin B. ;)
-- Admin L
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is there a specific state or somewhere where this rp takes place?
We’re actually a traveling group of survivors. Part of our plotting is having event drops when there are location changes. As of yesterday, we are in O’Neil, Nebraska.
You can see more about the location on the blackash-radio blog!
-- Admin L!
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