flint-n-steel
Previously hollowhead_
Oh, how I LOVE making more than one RPs based on the same subject XD @Avalios @9012_dirt @Mikaela Strange @Dave Strider
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Character Sheet :
Name : Diablo Markus
Gender : Male
Age : 32
Appearance : An African American, Has Long Brown Dreadlocks As Hair, A Green Tank Top, Camouflage Jeans, Highly Muscular, Has Two Greenish Brown Mud Lines on each of his cheeks. Brown Eyes, À Goatee, and A Green Headband on his forehead.
Weaponry : Two Long Hunting Swords, An AK-47, À Pocket Knife and a Pistol. Those Weapons are on an assault belt of his.
Backstory : He grew up in the wild, an orphan but skilled in the life of harsh nature. When he was 30, he joined the military, which enhanced his survival skills. Now, two years later, also known as, the arrival of the dead, he became even harsher, and even had grown attributes, similar to Animal instincts. He didn't know Defeat, but he knew Death. The thing which had engulfed this world. He knew he would, inevitably, die, but no matter what, he was going to survive longest. He never hesitated to put anyone out of their misery, or to aid them in any way possible. He doesn't know mechanics but knows quite a bit about medics.
Other : He has a Puerto Rico accent as he is half Puerto Rico, and half African American. His mother was Puerto Rico, and his father was African American.
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Diablo was walking through the forest on all fours, constantly sniffing everywhere, sort of like a Beagle dog. He got up on his feet, now, and got both his long hunting swords ready, in case any lurkers came. 'Lurkers' were what he called them, most called them 'Walkers' or 'Muertos' or 'The Dead' but he called them Lurkers. He had a constant frown on his face. He had shelter, in the forest, but it wasn't well guarded, so he was planning to leave soon, and maybe try to fins survivors who were useful, but now, he was looking for food. He heard a sound. There seemed to be a Hyena and an Alligator fighting. Diablo decided not to intervene, but wait for one of them to kill the other, so then he would feast. Just like a vulture would. A quarter of an hour later, the Hyena was feasting on the alligators blood. Then suddenly, out of the bushes came Diablo which sliced the Hyena's whole head off. These weren't normal human foods, but still, they were food. He had to eat, he could never tell when he could ever eat again. But, he knew he wouldn't eat them RAW. He had a little firewood, in which he used to make a fire, and quickly eat the remains of the two animals. They weren't well cooked but they were still edible. He noticed the light was attracting groans from lurkers, so he quickly put it out, and started sprinting to the path of his current shelter, readying his hunting swords in case any lurkers jumped at him.
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Character Sheet :
Name : Diablo Markus
Gender : Male
Age : 32
Appearance : An African American, Has Long Brown Dreadlocks As Hair, A Green Tank Top, Camouflage Jeans, Highly Muscular, Has Two Greenish Brown Mud Lines on each of his cheeks. Brown Eyes, À Goatee, and A Green Headband on his forehead.
Weaponry : Two Long Hunting Swords, An AK-47, À Pocket Knife and a Pistol. Those Weapons are on an assault belt of his.
Backstory : He grew up in the wild, an orphan but skilled in the life of harsh nature. When he was 30, he joined the military, which enhanced his survival skills. Now, two years later, also known as, the arrival of the dead, he became even harsher, and even had grown attributes, similar to Animal instincts. He didn't know Defeat, but he knew Death. The thing which had engulfed this world. He knew he would, inevitably, die, but no matter what, he was going to survive longest. He never hesitated to put anyone out of their misery, or to aid them in any way possible. He doesn't know mechanics but knows quite a bit about medics.
Other : He has a Puerto Rico accent as he is half Puerto Rico, and half African American. His mother was Puerto Rico, and his father was African American.
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Diablo was walking through the forest on all fours, constantly sniffing everywhere, sort of like a Beagle dog. He got up on his feet, now, and got both his long hunting swords ready, in case any lurkers came. 'Lurkers' were what he called them, most called them 'Walkers' or 'Muertos' or 'The Dead' but he called them Lurkers. He had a constant frown on his face. He had shelter, in the forest, but it wasn't well guarded, so he was planning to leave soon, and maybe try to fins survivors who were useful, but now, he was looking for food. He heard a sound. There seemed to be a Hyena and an Alligator fighting. Diablo decided not to intervene, but wait for one of them to kill the other, so then he would feast. Just like a vulture would. A quarter of an hour later, the Hyena was feasting on the alligators blood. Then suddenly, out of the bushes came Diablo which sliced the Hyena's whole head off. These weren't normal human foods, but still, they were food. He had to eat, he could never tell when he could ever eat again. But, he knew he wouldn't eat them RAW. He had a little firewood, in which he used to make a fire, and quickly eat the remains of the two animals. They weren't well cooked but they were still edible. He noticed the light was attracting groans from lurkers, so he quickly put it out, and started sprinting to the path of his current shelter, readying his hunting swords in case any lurkers jumped at him.
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