How old are you?: 14 Years old born on May 8th, 2003.

 

 

 

Are you somewhat fluent in speaking English?: Yes I am fluent in English and know some German.

 

 

 

Why do you want to join the whitelisted roleplaying community?: I want to be whitelisted in this roleplaying community because I want to delve into my character and not be dealt with a 12 year old screaming  in my ears and this ruining the deep role-play experience.

 

 

 

Do you have a working microphone?: Yes I currently have a working microphone that I use regularly. 

 

 

 

Have you had any previous roleplaying experience? (if so we'd love to hear about it!): Yes I have a lot of role-play experience on a well known server called panda hut which I was Mod for quite a while on. I left on my own accord and they seemed to enjoy my experience. I have been in many serious Arma 3 atlis life groups and have even played some role-play in Garry's mod from owning a darkrp server to playing on other role-play servers. Also I have done some fighting LARP in real life if that counts for anything.

 

 

 

Character background- Write a background for your character. Talk about how you ended up in the apocalypse and what sort of person your character is- try to keep things realistic: Journey entry  Sunday may 14th 2008. They wanted me to move over to Moscow to help wounded war veterans, how do I understand them?

 

Journal entry Wednesday may 17th 2008, My plane leaves Friday for Moscow, The lab has been acting weird and I hear that we are moving on to larger animals what does that mean?

 

Journal entry Thursday May 18th 2008, I think I saw too much I saw 3 people being chained up in the lab as I was packing my things. This cannot be allowed however I will keep a quite eye because I know what they will do me if they know what I know...

 

Journal entry Friday May 19th 2008, I got chased today by a wild human. However he got close to me the guards quickly detained him however one got bitten, People these days are acting strange. My plane leaves in a hour or two.

 

Journal Entry Friday May 19th 2008, I was getting ready to get on my plane when the lab exploded with rabid humans, I noticed that they looked like they wanted blood and they ate someone, This virus is getting too real.... we cant contain  them. 

 

Journal Entry Saturday May 20th 2008, This is my last entry, The plane crashed and I am using the rest of my paper as fuel if you find this then I am either dead or safe.

 

 

 

Hello, Thanks for reading those journals. My character is named Sam Clouse he was born as German hops farmer in Washington that his family owned the large buisness and was in a fairly wealthy family. that split up for his mom and dads side with him living at his moms however his dad got the Hops farms and the company in the divorce.

 

He has 3 brothers which 2 of them have left home for the army and one is a car dealer. His only sister died at a young age with a dream of him becoming something that will change the world. He struggled with this for years as he wanted to find something that he loved that would make a impact. All while he was discovering himself he worked for a case manager at his mothers workplace. He then after long debate decided to become a Neuro surgeon which he stupidly took student loans to pay for his schooling, He had incredible brains but almost no physical matter. His parents decided that he would work in a lab evaluating people's mental capacity if he did pass med school. He worked as a intern at the lab that he would later work at. However they wanted him to be more physically fit. He trained hard for this. He was assigned to a government research facility as a laborer.He flew out however his pilot was infected so he shot the pilot to save his own life. He shot the control panel as it ricochets and a piece of glass goes in his left eye blinding him. He damaged the plane beyond repair as he lands it in a open river and swims for his life. He is cold and alone and has to survive off the raw parts. He builds a makeshift quad and finds a abandoned mine which he works to make metal tools and even a firearm off of old cold war booklets. He pushes forward on his quad as he stumbled upon a town, An old farmer pushes out of his barn doors and starts yelling orders at him when he understands that he doesn't know any of his own language. Scared of him being a spy the old off the grid farmer called his government to come get them as he suspects me of being a spy. He calls but gets nothing as the wild activity of death. I with a reluctant sigh pull my gun up and shoot the farmer in the face as he was planning to do the same. I stumble into his cold house and collapse. I wake up then start working living the farmers life making food and such. I make a makeshift radio and hear a message and let out a reluctant sigh as I pick up my daypack, grab my rifle and walk out.  

 

 

 

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