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To Our Demons We Belong

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Roland watched the dragon for a moment later before he fled. He didn't want to hear the lies anymore. So he left. Only to run into the others once more. The wyvern, the demon and the shifter. Though their was one he did not recognize. Another demon. Roland bared his teeth, his wings puffed up defensively though his left wing hung quite a bit lower them the right, broken at the base, several of his feathers twisted or missing.

Survival (The Carrier)

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June 22, 2028.

It's been just over a month since the virus began to spread. Most are either dead or infected. The rest are survivors. Struggling to stay alive as society continues to collapse and the government is no more. The leading research team were exposed to the virus recently and have since become infected and torn one another apart, leaving the laboratory a bloody mess, their research, and test subjects remaining locked away within n the facility.

It's . . . It's bad. . .Anybody who comes into direct skin to skin contact with the infected, contract the virus themselves. They go insane and become violent. It's almost like a zombie apocalypse but this is so much worse. These are still living people. They are intelligent and keen and strong and they still feel pain and emotions. I've watched them, seen how they act. They are desperate. And afraid. I think that's why they kill. It's what they do. They attack and kill any living thing they see. It's aweful.

Plot: basically a deadly virus has spread to most of the population. It spreads via direct skin to skin contact and within 3 days of getting infected the victim will show symptoms such as: dizziness, fatigue, agitation, irritability, sensitivity to loud sounds and chronic headaches. Victims loose control of their ability to refine emotions and become extremely paranoid, violent and agressive. The infected try to kill all living things and won't stop until they die themselves. Between one and two weeks after becoming ng infected the victims become increasingly tired and often start to refuse food and water and eventually will become too weak to move at all as the virus eats away at their brain. Most die within 3 weeks of getting infected. There is currently no cure though a few teams are working on it. That's it. Just try to survive.

Rules:
-to talk OOC use (parentheses)
-can only have 3 characters at a time
-do not kill another character without permission
-no 18+ content
-blood and gore is fine
-cussing/swearing is fine
-no oneliners
-no God modding
-The infected are NOT zombies.
-all characters must be HUMAN
-anybody can join

Please post a character sheet!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Status: (survivor/infected)
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: (optional)

To Our Demons We Belong

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(that's fine. One of the best parts of rolepay is getting to naturally develop ocs.)

To Our Demons We Belong

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Upon hearing the agonized cry in the distance Roland turned towards the sound and tilted his head to one side. That didn't sound good. Well, actually it sounded very good, he quite liked the sound but he knew he should avoid it despite his curious nature. He scanned the area, bright blue eyes seeming far more dull now that it was broad daylight. He gummed for a minute before slowly returning his scattered attention to the dragon, "I do not understand you. You make little sense to me, what is it you want if not my head on a spike?" He asked having, mostly, regained his composure, no longer growling or baring his teeth. He didn't not like this dragon. Did not trust him or particularly want anything to do with him. But the angel was well aware of his . . . Disabilities at the moment and knew he'd likely need aid. So he would attempt to play nice.

To Our Demons We Belong

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(soooo explain his ability??? I'm confused)