Victoria Grey
Gender: female
Rank: Champion
Birthdate: 02/14/2420

Appearance : The first thing people notice about her is her striking hazel eyes. Sultry and perfectly almond-shaped, they seem to pierce into your very soul, and some say that if you stare at them enough, you'll be hypnotized by them and turned into her loyal slave for the rest of your life. The truth of these rumors is highly-debatable. Her golden brown hair is roughly cut to chin-length and lightly decorated with two little black bows on either side of her head. It never seems to get messed up no matter what predicaments she gets herself into; whether she sleeps on it, does acrobatics, or douses it in water, it always comes out stunningly attractive.

But it is below the neck where most imaginations run wild. She is rarely seen without her Radiant Silvermail, so many have speculated that she is a veritable goddess underneath. Which, as it turns out, isn't entirely wrong; being the experienced, athletic soldier that she is, her body is slim, muscular and curvy in all the right places. It is also rather pale, seeing as she rarely takes her armor off.

Equipment: For battle, Victoria wears Radiant Silvermail and her custom-made Regal Spiral Round Helm (w/ mecha wings and ponytail). On her right arm is her trusty Grey Owlite Shield, and in her left hand is a Cold Iron Vanquisher, upon whose edge thousands of unwitting undead met their final demise. Adorning her neck is a brilliant Saintly Silver Amulet, and a Grand Solstice Ring decorates the ring finger of her right hand. When things get tough, she switches out her sword for her Argent Peacemaker, gunning down the forces of darkness with grim determination and pinpoint precision.

Her faithful companion Exceed, a Black Kat Seraphynx, follows close behind her, armed with a Dazzling Ray of Light, Violent Heart Attack, and Valkyrian Aura. Between the two of them, the dark forces of the underworld don't stand a chance.

On the rare occasions she takes off her armor, she dons a simple, ankle-length, loose-fitting yellow dress with elbow-length sleeves and a short dip below the neck, complemented by a pair of small light-brown moccasins on her feet.

Personality & Bio: When you first meet Victoria, you may feel a little small at first due to her superior rank, deadly equipment, and intimidating posture. It probably doesn't help that she invariably speaks formally to everyone she meets, including her friends. But that feeling doesn't last long, because once you've talked with her, you'll find her to be a charming young woman with a penchant for cracking obtuse jokes that nobody understands until they've thought about it for a minute (after which they break out laughing because they suddenly realize how funny it is). While evoking substantial emotional reactions from her is nigh impossible except under extreme circumstances, the same can't be said of her face. She finds it immensely difficult to hide her expressions, which, after thirty-something years of life in a culture that prizes beating around the bush and telling little white lies, forces her to be unusually honest about her feelings with people.

Victoria grew up in a religious household; manners, ethics, and homemaking were the bread and butter of her education. Every day, she watched the valiant Spiral Knights leave their homes to do battle against the Horde, and her school taught students the origins, dangers, and influences of the undead every morning. So no one was surprised when she first expressed interest in joining the fight at only six years of age. But everyone was surprised when, only ten years later, that interest remained strong, and she left home to join the Spiral Order. Her family and community voiced their dismay at her decision and derided it, saying that women did not belong in the military. She didn't listen to them, and she was inducted into the Order two years later.

The war was worse than anything she could have ever imagined. She watched in horror as her newfound friends and comrades were eaten alive by the insatiable, drooling hordes. She reeled in fright whenever she saw their dark, twisted faces, and she screamed in pain whenever she lost flesh to the undead. Unable to turn back and unwilling to die, she no longer cared about revenge or justice. Ethics or morality never even entered her mind. All she could think about was survival.

And so she fought.

When she miraculously returned to the safety of Haven's walls, she came back a changed woman. The thrill of battle? No such thing. Fighting for vengeance? Please. Glory and honor? Forget it. There was neither glory nor vengeance in the lifeless corpses of the fallen. And when her mental faculties finally did return to her, she was determined that she didn't want anyone else to see the things she had seen, feel the things she had felt, fear the things she had feared.

And at that moment, she finally realized what was meant by the Knight's Code, that simple motto that all Spiral Knights lived by: "A Knight need not have courage, just Valiance." It was okay to be afraid. It was okay to feel pain. There was no shame in these things. Without them, one would not even be human. Courage is fine if you have it. But death by courage serves no one but yourself. Live, and fight another day, for only by Valiance will you leave your mark upon the world.

The rest is history.

Name: Raige

Gender:Male

Appearance: this aged thirty years old is what you might expect to see in a zombie apocalypse movie, a toughened zombie fighting veteran who survived the initial onslaught with the infected. He lost many things he loved in the infection, his wife and child, both had to be put down by Raige himself to prevent zombification. The unit he once belonged to, the S.O.B.S (Spiral Order's Bio Security) is now nothing more than a shell of its former self after Haven's fall, only a few of them remained with valuable zombie fighting experience.

Knight Ranking(If any): S.O.B.S. field operative first class

Personality: Raige is a warrior who would use anything in his disposal to kill the infected mostrocities, a wooden stick, a fuel pipe or even a small wrench could become a deadly weapon in his hand. He prefer solo operation as it prevents commotions that will attract undeads while looting. Raige never take orders, he says it was a trait he inherited from his father (whose name is definately not Affraiel), the manly zombie slayer sometimes liked the apocalypse, as it destroyed any formed of government that once existed, however, he also witnessed how much had the infection corroded the humanity inside him as well as the remaining survivors. Now he must struggle between been human or less than human.

Bio: After reaching vanguard in the spiral order, Raige was invited to join the S.O.B.S, a counter bio terrorism unit established to search and destroy any forms of bio weapons that might be a threat to Haven. After a short cease fire with the great colony, Raige managed to settle down with a woman and gave birth to a child. However, on the way back from a mission, he discovered that Haven was overrunned by zombies, in a desperate attempt to rescue his family, Raige realizes that it was too late. They were already infected, begging to pull them out of a cruel fate, Raige's wife requested him to put them down. Two gun shots later, the former family man was no more, only a survivor remained.

Weapons/Gear: azure guardian set with multiple AT spikes, a large millitary sack with all sorts of anti undead goodies inside, a combuster and a silenced master blaster. Shield is forsaken to get the most out of Raige's agility.

I don't fully understand the problem. A well-rounded character should work just about anywhere. Besides, her focus on the undead makes her perfect for this game. I'm not sure what kind of changes you want from me.

What Thinslayer says is true. I was just uneasy about reusing an app right before the other was actually accepted.

Victoria Grey's application has been edited for awesomeness.

So, when do we start?

Don't wait too long to start, or you'll lose any excitement you generated. I can guarantee that lack of excitement will kill your RP a lot faster than a dearth of players will. Most RPs I've played tend to run on about 3 players anyway.

I want to join, but I'm apprehensive to put any effort into something without knowing there might be any end result. I have yet to play through an RP to it's conclusion, and I'm tired of entering an RP to have it die a week later.

I can kinda of see how there might be a way of concluding the story here, but unless I'm sure that you are making an effort to drive the story to a conclusion, I don't particularly want to expend time for this RP.

My RPs on ChooseYourStory.com are having more success. I'm speculating that for an RP to have a shot at ending, it needs a clear beginning, middle, and end. That, and you need an active, willing GM. I guess I haven't had the time or willpower to handle more than a couple RPs at once.

I apologize for having wasted your time thus far, Hex. :'(

That said, I'm not GMing this one, so there may be hope for it yet. :)

Though it has been a rough journey through all your RP's, I have learned much and more and had tons of fun, regardless of their completion. I'm just saying that I'm starting to get worn down by the incompletion of every RP I've played.

I'm sorry I phrased it in that manner, definitely didn't mean for it to have that meaning towards you. Also, just like Vinny referenced, it's not just the GM's responsibility, the players themselves may as well make an RP incompletable.

But I guess being a part of an RP is good enough for me.

I had to bring him back.

Name: Jaxter Merrick, Jack or Jax

Gender: Male

Appearance: Has a fair complexion and a smile upon his face that kills ladies(metaphorically). His dark brown hair is often messy, as "fix your hair" is not at the top of someone's priority list during a zombie virus. Eyes are an unusual grey that puts a lot of people off.

Knight Ranking: None

Personality: Jaxter is a seemingly always laid back kind of guy, but as a thief, he can be cruel when he needs to be. He's a man who's not afraid to fight dirty to survive. Jaxter enjoys a good drink if he can find one lying around, but he ingests too much he can become a drunken killing machine. His days as a thief make him adept at scavenging and taking supplies from others without them knowing until they check. His laid back attitude can even go as far as in battle, to the annoyance of others. He's also a bit of a romantic, and flirts often. However, if you're really important to him, he will save you.

Bio: Jaxter was something of a thief know for his quick feet, hard right hooks, and a fast gun hand. Jaxter never really had a formal education, being raised on the streets as an orphan. He had a basic grasp on most subjects when he stole from a teacher, but that's about it. He grew up on Cradle, but instead of serving the Order, he lived a laid back life of thieving and drinking. And he was good at it too. Nobody ever caught him, and he made a lot of crowns. He avoided the draft, evaded the law, and had fun doing it. And he continued this profitable life, until the virus sprung up.

Jaxter is a laid back, seemingly always relaxed guy. He seems to always win in bets(not a coincidence), and can take your purse of you and you won't notice until you see your pockets empty. Jaxter enjoys a good drink with friends, but can become a rum-fueled killing machine if he ingests too much(Aged Crimson Rum, good stuff). He's even joking and laughing in battle, to the annoyance of those around him. He's also a bit of a romantic, and flirts often. However, if you're really important to him(most likely because you'll benefit him in the end), he will save you.

Gear:
-2 Iron Slugs
-Wyvern Scale Shield
-Chapeau of the Black Rose
-Ashtail Coat

There are two T's in bitten.

Or something like a hairpin. A ring? Eehh. . .
You know what I mean.
Accessories count too.
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Psychenade, You classic humor amuses me as always.

Just to clarify, Raige is right now in the HQ too, depositing his loot into the storage. Raige is the scavenger of the team, be sure to ask him anything that you want and he will make sure to find it.

Get to the base, maggot! Just walk over there or teleport with your unknown powers or something.

I like it.

Perhaps as you push the undead back you can find me?

Affraiel: "Hey Raige..."

Raige: "Yea?"

Affraiel: "The white hair brat is gone, we can now rule the world!!!"

Raige: "...Ugh, what are you talking about?"

Affraiel: "Look, never mind, we can still continue this story right? You, me, save the day?"

Raige: "I just want to loot in a post apocalypse world..."

Affraiel: "WUT?! WHAT ABOUT SAVING THE SAY?"

Raige: "I don't know man, it is, not my thing..."

Affraiel: "NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

Yes you may. :D