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Members so far: Me, xWolfPrincex, Mokie Hunter, Roi Doberwolf.

Plot:
Our fursonas(anthro style so we can have weapons/drive, etc.) meet up during a zombie apocalypse. We fight to survive the new world of zombies, and try our best to escape the new world... We each have our own weapons/survival techniques...

Bio:

Name:
Age:(or child/teen/adult)
Gender:
Breed:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Clothes/outfit:
Weapon(s?):
Text color:
Other:

Characters:

Name: Willow
Age: teenager(13~15ish)
Gender: female
Breed: German Shepherd type dog...
Personality: Before the apocolypse, she was VERY outgoing, nice, and sweet. After, she has turned into a anxious, fearful mess. She jumps at the smallest things, and can often hurt zombies badly only from adrenaline...
Likes: Being safe, her weapons, being protected, her group of survivors
Dislikes: Zombies, being wet, the rain, being scared
Fears: Zombies, dying, turning into a zombie and killing the rest of her group
Clothes/outfit: A dirty, smudged up hoodie(dark color, either black or blue), baggy pants(either black or khaki(changes sometimes)), and some comfortable skateboarding-type shoes(brown and white).
Weapon(s?): Crowbar, AK47, and machine gun she finds.
Text color: Awkward golden-green
Other: She is actually brown/black instead of yellow/dark yellow, but her markings are still the same. Chocolate brown eyes...
pic!

Name: Wolf Stones
Age:(or child/teen/adult) young adult, about 18-19
Gender: female
Breed: she's a border collie/timberwolf cross
Personality: She's head strong and always fight-ready. She has a tendency to take a lot of chances, and can sometimes do the wrong thing while trying to do what she thinks is best. She's also very loyal to anyone she's working with, and would rather get herself hurt then have someone of her team get hurt. When she's with friends she loves to laugh and joke, she also loves to playfully tease her friends (though not in a harsh way). She loves a good challenge and will so her best to come out on top.
Likes: having the upperhand, hand to hand combat, playing the offense.
Dislikes: being watched, not know who she's fighting, being looked down on because she's so small, guys making 'girls are weak' jokes (those infuriate her).
Fears: she fears mice dreadfully.
Clothes/outfit: She wears a dark blue T-shirt with a soccerball on it, as well as a longsleeve, black shirt underneath the tee. She wears dark denim carpenter jeans (it has a bunch of pockets).
Appearance: Old Anthro (clothes are wrong xD) Full markings xD
Weapon(s?): She's skilled with guns and can hit the most precise target. But her hands are also seen as weapons, as she avidly trains in various martial arts.
Text color: Uuuh..This one o-o
Other:
-She's very small

Name: Roi
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Age: Young adult. (late teens early twenties)
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Gender: Fem.
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Breed: Doberman Pincer / Timber wolf mutt.
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Personality: Doesn't take anything seriously, kills almost for fun, terrible sense of humor, tries to hard and usually fails, and tends to trust to much. Doesn't care if she looses. Unless it's a life and death situation. Naturally.
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Likes: *see pic*
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Dislikes: *see pic*
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Fears: Zombies? LOLIDUNNO. I'm going to die.
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Clothes/outfit: Tattered and torn dark blue bootcut jeans, black t-shirts with various superheros (Batman is most common, but is in a Marvel phase), Dark blue hoodie that's really warn and never zipped up, brown sandals (men's of course) cause they're comfortable and Roi's lazy, and blue rimmed glasses and roman numeral ring as every day accessories or whatevs.
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Weapon(s?): Blunt/pointy objects. Hammers, swords, axes, kitchen knives, and eventually a chainsaw. Kills like she plays video games. Button mash until it's dead.
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Text color: DON'T MAKE ROI ANGRY.
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Other: Large and not very in charge. (Meaning she's big with some brute strength, but a pushover.)
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PIC. 8U

Are we allowed to use all forms of our fursona? (considering Hunter has three xD)
If not, I'll make sure to change it. Just let me know.

Name: Hunter (Nickname - Moki)
Age: Mid-teens
Gender: Female
Breed: Vampire/Wolf Crossbreed
Personality: Somewhat afraid of speaking to strangers, confides in those she is close to, incredibly loyal, extremely intelligent, though lacks a lot of common sense. She tends to think things over way too much, pays attention to all the possibilities, is quiet most of the time, but often is afraid to act for fear she will mess things up.
Likes: Her friends, reading, laughing, and being able to be herself
Dislikes: Rude, discriminatory, selfish people and bullies
Fears: Social situations, bugs, and dying too young
Clothes/outfit: Shirt, Jeans, + Converse
Weapon(s?): An assortment of knives, fangs
Text color: Dark red, yo.
Other: Click here and look at description.

OOC: I dunno if we can use all the different forms. But it's chill with me.
Are our charries already together... or?
Well I'ma do my first post.

Willow ran away from a pack of about three zombies. She stupidly ran into a corner, where they followed her, and pinned her against the wall. She took out her crowbar, and started swinging widly at their heads, all the while screaming. She killed one, and hurt another.

OOC: Well, it's not like three separate beings or anything. It's just one. Think of it as three different versions. xD

Moki ran as fast as her legs could carry her away from the zombies who were hot on her tail. Usually, they shouldn't have been that fast, but for some reason, they seemed to be gaining on her. Worried about being unable to outrun them, she unconsciously tripped up a bit, slowing down just a tad. She tried to be braver, and managed to succeed for the most part (considering she was in moral peril). Noticing out of the corner of her eye, her friend, who had just defeated two of them, Moki turned her attention to the ones who had followed her. Perhaps not a good idea in retrospect, but this situation called for very little time to think and more of a notion that action should be carried out - something Moki wasn't good at in general unless she had at least half a second to mull it over. With one wicked slash, she cut off the head of the third zombie, and howled out to her companions. "Roi? Wolf? Some help would be nice!"

...I'm probably going to get very confused by the three different personalities, Hunt...

Would you like me to change it, then?

Hate to nag, but if you don't mind, yesh. ^^;

OOC: Changed the bio and edited my first post.

Moki let herself breathe for a minute before answering her friend, "Thanks for that." Hearing her question, she tilted her head a bit and looked around them, to where the remains of at least four zombies now lay. Perking her ears up, she seemed just now to realize that there was moaning all around them, and it definitely was not pretty. She even managed a small chill at the sounds, and replied in a disappointed sort of tone, "I believe you're right on that one." She turned swiftly and put out her paw to allow Willow some help to stand.

OOC: Sorry my first post was so short... I was tired, had to leave fast, and wanted to help start it. xD

Willow nodded gratefully as she took Moki's paw, "Thanks!" she said shakily. She shook herself when she stood, "Geez, they're everywhere!" she threw her arms out in a big arc, to emphasize her words. She turned to the others, "Should we get going?" she looked up at them curiously, "So that they don't get us?" she referred to the zombies all around them. She glanced at the zombies she'd just killed. They're so scary, she thought, as she shook slightly and let out a small whimper.

Thanks, Hunt. Sorry to be a bother. 3:

"HEY UGLIES!" From behind the circling zombies and with one motion, Roi hacked off three zombies heads. Or more like half of three heads, as Roi doesn't have great aim. "Who needs aim when one has a battle axe. I seriously am glad we raided a museum." Looking at her friends through the opening, the dobermutt called to them, "I like that idea a lot, Willow! Let's get outta here!"

Moki managed a laugh as Roi made her entrance, but before long they were running for their lives away from another onset of zombies. "Where could we possibly-" she was about to finish 'hide?', but as was her custom, she had looked to her side to view her surroundings and options, and noticed an abandoned shack to their right. "There!" she said pointing, and with a rare stroke of pure bravery, she headed the group, leading the way to what might be their next safe haven until the zombies finally figured out their new hiding spot.