I am Legend

This is a DISCORD-based RP; everything will be conducted there. If approved, I'll send you a link!

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In 2009, a genetically re-engineered measles virus, originally created as a cure for cancer, turns into a lethal strain which kills 94% of those it infects, mutates 5% into predatory, nocturnal and vampiric mutants, who are extremely vulnerable to sunlight, with only 1% left immune. After the initial quarantine, those left alive know three things: 1) Nothing works anymore. If you want power or running water, you're going to have to work hard to find it, and even then... good luck. 2) The infected that are left are vicious and inhumane, but they are intelligent. They will find you if you're not locked up tightly after sunset, and they will kill you. 3) Survival is the only thing you have left to worry about and if you're not careful, it might be the last thing you ever worry about.

These creatures have adapted to their surroundings in the four long years since the outbreak. They've adapted well. What were thought to be mindless mutations actually run in packs and create very intense hierarchies which they use to hunt the remaining humans, and animals, of the world. Animals and plant-life now overrun the skyscrapers that line city blocks, and you're more likely to compete with other predators than other humans on any given day. Almost everyone is dead, after all.

There is one redeeming "secret" that has been circling on forgotten radio channels and through those occasional immune survivors who manage to cross paths. Apparently there's a colony of survivors on the East Coast of America, and rumor has it that they've managed to set up power-supplies and are rebuilding after the destruction the virus caused. They welcome all of those who are also immune and offer protection in exchange for more working hands in rebuilding.

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Alrighty then. If you've gotten this far and are still interested, please post a roleplay sample below in the form. You'll be PMed with a response within a day or two.

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The pads of her paws had long since worn thick with callouses, their rough edges pricked with tiny tears. As they scraped along the rocky terrain, they knocked pebbles from her path and grew sore with every step. The greens and browns of the forest blurred together as the canine moved further into the thick brush. There was little heed paid, her pointed ears folded tightly to her cranium as thorn-filled bushes pricked at her pelt. The sounds of birdcalls and the subtle rustling of the forest around the creature were natural and kept her moving at a meandering pace.

Green-flecked hazel eyes finally flickered upwards and away from the endless sprawl of the forest floor. They blinked with laziness towards a squirrel as the rodent released a series of chirping warning barks and scampered away and up a nearby tree to escape the path of the peculiar wolf. She'd lost track of where she was, didn't even know how long she'd been traveling in that direction. Had she eaten recently? Had she even drank anything recently?

The subtle but sharp scent of fresh water halted the limber canine in her tracks, nose lifting. It twitched fervently, head turned right and then left until she decided on the strength of the scent. This was likely the first real thought she'd formed in days; the first goal she'd set for herself. She couldn't remember having such a solid grasp of things in a long, long while. It was a pleasant change to purposefully swing her muzzle around and lope off in the direction of the subtle but fresh scent that beckoned her closer. When the expanse of the creek spread out before her, she halted once more. The hazel of her hues glimmered brightly in the sunlight as she peered into the rippling surface. The thick pelt that encased her being was made of layered hues of silver, golds, creams, and whites that reflected the sunlight in its glittering layers.

This is me.

The cool splash of the water along her underbelly and over her ankles was a fresh, stark relief to the warmth of her pelt. Her dry tongue was immediately wet, maw lowered into the shallow flow with sudden thirst. As the ripples faded slightly, her maw hovered an inch over the water and she peered into the surface, until the image of herself came into focus. Silvery cream fur that darkened into a valiant ginger-gold around her ears and ruff, and brilliantly amber speckled eyes that seemed wild and exhausted all at the same time. Her ears perked as she gazed into the water, maw slowly tilting until she realized what she was doing and grinned. Long, sharp incisors reflected in the image, ones she bared with a sudden burst of pride.

It was when she lowered her maw to lap at the water that the sudden rush of memories unsteadied her limbs and sent her careening backwards, out of the shallow water at the creek's edge. Crimson puddles in a pathway, leading down the hall. Pawprints stamped into the blood. Vibrant yellow eyes. The wolf was on her paws again, the entire bottom half of her body soaked and dripping onto the dirt below. Paying the creek little heed, the wolf splashed past the shallow embankment ontothe other side until thick brush encased her in a thorny embrace. A man in dark clothing. The metallic glint of a gun. Two identical-tinted wolves disappearing into the brush. She broke into a run and darted between brambles and tree trunks, tail low and swaying out behind her.