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Wind smirked and shrugged, 'Hey could be worse amore. We could be stuck out there all alone.." He said with a wry smirk. Wind had been wanting to get out of this camp for sometime, figured it was time he stretched his legs and a nice night would make that possible.

"What choice do we have? We can stay here and end up chow for walkers or get out of here." He said as he watched Myles play with the bow, "Kid has natural talent." He thought. "Lets get inside and get these kids out of here..." He said as he waved him over.

Daniel took the arrow off his bow and gave it to the boy, "Here you go, go ahead and play with it but be careful..it was my grandfathers." He said as he slid the arrow into his quiver. "No, just the kids in the gym. But by nightfall they will be all over...I think we should pile them all into one of the buses and then head west. My families Reservation is in arizona and its far out into the wilderness." He said as he pointed to the three buses parked in the parking lot.

Daniel smiled, it had been sometime since he'd been around people. "My name is Daniel, but because your such a special girl you can call me Danny.." He said with a smile, He looked up to Logan. "We need to get the kids out of the school, there is maybe fifteen." He said to Logan as he reached up and tied his hair back with a hair-tie.

Nintii, its mostly your Rp post. You've got it all screwed up, the lines are out of place and such. otherwise it was good. Baluder, your approved...lets see how she deals with the walkers.

Interesting character... Not what I'd call a optimal survivalist but hey, to each his own..or her depending. Approved, where are you starting?

Daniel smiled as he saw two men and two children talking in front of the school, He approached and noticed one man had a wild-eyed look and the other was holding an assault rifle. He laid an arrow on his bow just incase he would need it. He had only been gone alittle while so Katie and the others must still be in the gym. He let out a bird call to get the attention of the two men as he approached, "I'm Corporal Daniel Howling-Coyote, this school is the only safe area but there is a huge herd about five miles from here...they will be on this place by nightfall." He said as he walked up to them, "There are kids in the gymnasium. We have to get them out and keep moving, we have maybe six or seven hours." He explained as he walked closer to them.

Nintii, you might want to check your post. Its really haphazard, probably should clean it up makes it easier to read.

Daniel came around the corner of the intersection and caught a glance of Walkers, the first thing he did was drop and hide in the bushes. His heart started pounding as he reached into his pocket for a mirror and held it high up over his head and looked around. They hadn't seen him, he sighed in relief and left. When he was out of earshot of the Walker herd he clicked on his Radio. "Stay at the school, the gas station isn't safe I'm on my way there." He said and took off at a run, his breathed steadily and let his muscles carry him as he ran as fast as he could.

The Hand-Radio sounded off just as he and Katie got to the entrance of the ruined school, he pulled the radio from his belt and smiled. "I copy, I am at the..." He said as he looked around, the sign read Humphrey High School. "Humphrey High School, It should be..." He pulled a map from his pack and found Howletts location and his own. "Five miles southwest of your location over." Katie stood at the door and smiled, "More survivors huh?" She asked as she opened the door, Daniel drew his Mares Leg and stepped inside. The halls were covered in clutter and dirt, some of the lockers had been opened or forces open. Many of the classrooms were torn apart by the panic from the students and teachers. "We are held up in the gym, the last teacher went out to find help and never came back, all the others either ran off or died." She said as she lead him to the Gym. At a quick glance the school seemed clear and it was fairly large but he didn't want to end up in the middle of their situation. They came into the gym, a group of around twenty kids of varying ages laid in the gym, most had sleeping bags and a large electric heater sat in the center of the room. A tall guy wearing a really tight grey t-shirt that read "Humphrey Timber Wolves." The guy looked over Daniel and offered his hand. "I'm Charles, thanks for bringing my girlfriend back." He said as Daniel took his hand and shook it, he had the feeling this guy was planning on killing him with his goon squad, the four other guys all had baseball bats and were admiring his things. His hand drifted to the grip on his gun as Charles and Katie walked towards the group of kids. Most of them were girls, a few boys and some younger kids. Daniel was the oldest here, coming in at twenty two but it wasn't going to be any good to him, he could see the look in Charles and his friends eyes, they wanted what he had and they were going to kill for it but they can't do it here. Katie had inadvertently lead in him into a trap. "I gotta use the bathroom." he said to Kate as he turned to leave, he found a bathroom down the hall and drew his Mares Leg, he checked the bullet to find it was a hollowpoint. He heard the men coming down the hall so he drew his hunting knife and levered a round into the chamber, he left his pack under the sink counter and hid in the bathroom stall. He climbed onto the seat and waited. Charles, Tommy and Nick walked into the bathroom, Tommy and Nick, the twins each held onto their baseball bats and Charles clinched a switchblade in his hand. He knew he was in here, Katie couldn't know that all of the people that came through he Tommy and Nick killed but they needed the supplies. Tommy began opening stalls, Nick checked under the sink and found the mans bow and pack. "Hey Charlie, we got his s***..." He said as he opened his pack and rummaged through it. Daniel smiled and waited, The room was filled with a loud yelp as Nick screamed in pain and pulled his hand free, latched onto his hand was a long white ferret. Charles and Tommy came around as Nick fought with the ferret. As Tommy came around Daniel kicked the door open and Tommy was struck with full force, the door slammed him in the head and knocked him cold. Daniel leapt out with his gun and knife in hand he aimed the gun at Nick as he was about to stab his ferret and held the knife to Charles' back. "Take your hand's off my ferret and my things, go to the door and wait outside." He instructed Nick, the boy looked down the barrel of his gun and followed his instructions. Now it was just Charlie and Daniel. He slid the knife into his sheath and picked up his pack, his ferret climbed into the bag where it made its home. "Nice little surprise for anyone trying to rummage around in my things, My guessing is you've done this before. Someone would come through and you would kill them for their food and things..." Daniel said angrily as he aimed his weapon at Charles. Charles had his hands up and smiled. "You think your gonna shoot me? Huh! You aint got the-" He threatened as Daniel pulled the trigger and interrupted him, the shot tore through the mans skull and covered the wall behind him in gore and blood. He holstered his gun and left the bathroom. As he walked out of the door of the school Katie followed along with him, "I didn't know they were going to do that!" She yelled as she came with him, Daniel stopped and turned to her. His chest pounded in excitement. He never liked killing a man but Charles was a coward and that was different. "Then be the better person, get those kids out of here. There should be a grocery store not far, collect as much food as you can and any weapons and get out of the city limits. You're responsible for them now." He told her as he turned to leave. Katie watched him go, "You could stay and help us..." She told him. Daniel kept moving, "You can help yourselves...you're not my responsibility." He said as he pulled the radio from his belt and the map, he found a Shell station on the map at an intersection about a mile up the road and about three from his location. "Change of plans Howlett, meet me at the Shell Station about three miles south of your position over." He said into the Radio as he walked.

Daniel stepped out onto the road, across the street was a police cruiser. He smiled and drew back on his bow as he approached, the car was empty but there was a pistol on the seat but it had rusted shut from exposure to the environment. He looked around inside the trunk to find a shotgun and a box of ammunition for it, there was also a field medical kit, some road flares and a hand-radio. "Thank the Ancestors!" He said to himself as he heard a mans voice over the radio. The man identified himself as a Staff Sergeant Howlett. Daniel clicked the talk button and smiled, his first contact with another person that was alive in nearly three weeks. "This is Corporal Daniel Howling-Coyote, what is your position over?" He asked into the Radio. He heard a rustling in the woods not far away, he turned up the radio as loud as he could and set it on the trunk of the car. He drew back the arrow on his bowstring and aimed it at the source of the noise. A woman wearing a short jean skirt and a black t-shirt came from the forest, she had cuts from walking in the woods and her skin was pale white and dirty. She sighed in relief at seeing Daniel was living, in her hand was a glock pistol. Daniel lowered his bow and watched her. "Who are you?" She asked him, Daniel didn't know what to say to her. He looked her over and saw she wasn't much more then eighteen or nineteen. "I'm alive, not bit or scratched." He said to her, she smiled and walked towards him. He barely had food for himself let alone her but he could not leave her. As she got closer he noticed her firearm was jammed, the slide was pinned back and a bullet casing was lodged in the ejection housing. "So...Mr. Alive, could you tell me what's going on?" She asked him, Daniel nodded. He was never very friendly with people, let alone women. He wasn't much older then her and she was pretty. He remembered his time in school, a girl like that wouldn't give him a second look. He flustered about in his head for words but he came up short and then after alittle trying he found his tongue. "The dead came back, I've been...ahh surviving..How about you?" He asked. She smiled, she had been living out of the highschool nearby. "I was at school when it all went down, there are about fifteen people there, there is no food and they sent me out to find some." She explained, Daniel sighed, he had planned on scavenging for food there. "I'm Kate, whats your name?" She asked, her blue eyes staring deep into his. Daniel smiled awkwardly and tied back his long black hair. "Daniel...Daniel Howling-Coyote." He said as his eyes drifted from hers. She smiled, "That is a...different name." She said as she looked away and down at her gun. She held it out to him, "Think you could fix it Danny?" She asked, he took it and pulled the slide back and the spent shell casing popped out and the slide slid back into place, he clicked over the safety and handed it back to her. She watched in amazement at how he handled the gun so effortlessly. "Cool, spent some time around guns huh?" she said as she looked over the pistol. Daniel smiled, remembering his Drill Instructor pounding the functions of each and every firearm into his head as he did two hundred pushups in the rain. "Yeah, you could say that... former Marine, spent two tours in Iraq." He said to her, he picked up the Radio and tucked it into his belt. "Lets head to your school and see what we can do about food." He said to her and they started walking down the road.

First post is up, have fun folks

Daniel Howling-Coyote drew back on his bowstring and let out a deep exhale, he could feel the tendons and muscles strain in his arms and torso as he held the cord to his ear, he closed his left eye and focused on his target. He sat quietly in the bushes and aimed, a large black housecat sat drinking out of a pond, the cat had long hair and a big bushy tail with bright yellow eyes. Daniel took in a sharp breath and held it. The morning sun hit the dew on the broadhead of the arrow and it shined. He loosened his fingers and let the arrow fly. The arrow whistled as it sped to its target, it found purchase right behind the cats front left foreleg and went through its ribcage and into its heart. The arrow hit the small animal with such force that it pinned the dead cat to the tree. Daniel smiled and stood, black warpaint covered his eyes to hide them from view and a black chevron was painted on his chin, he loosened the bowstring on his bow and slid the bow-shaft into its leather sheath on his back. He walked calmly towards his meal and pulled the prey and the arrow from the tree and tucked it into his rucksack. He checked the arrow's shaft to see if it remained straight and he was happy it did. He took his knife from his belt and wrapped his bowstring around the animals legs and tied it to his belt. He had about an hour's walk to his campsite and he wanted to get started. It wasn't long until he got there, as he got close he could smell a rotting body smell. "Walkers..." he thought as he quickly drew the sawed off winchester from his hip and quietly levered in a round. He knelt down and listened, he could hear the shuffling about fifteen feet away, behind a bramble of blackberry bushes. His campsite was just on his side but if he got close they would hear him, all he had was his backpack and bedroll sitting there. He could feel his heart pounding but he closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to his ancestors. "Grandfather, here me though I am many miles from the bones of my ancestors I seek your strength and guidance. Give me the grace of the eagle, the stealth of the puma and the guile of the wolf." He said in silent prayer, hoping his ancestors would hear him. He silently strung his bow and notched an arrow, he preferred his bow to a firearm but in this case a bow would be wiser. His heart pounded in his chest so loud he feared the walkers would hear it, but he moved forwards. Taking each step as silently as he could. The bushes made no noise as he moved through them and he thanked his ancestors for that, he could see them now. The blackberry bush was very thick but he could make out a pair of them, apparently they wandered inside and are lost in the thicket. He got very close to his camp, it sat in a small opening in the blackberry bushes, the walkers were maybe ten feet away from it now, and only twelve from him. He saw his pack and bedroll sitting just out of reach of the brambles. He calmed his breath and steeled himself, his eyes never leaving the walker's shapes in the brambles. He had a hunters eye, something he'd developed from childhood in the plains of Arizona. He felt around for a rock or a stick and found one next to his foot, he reached back and threw the rock away to his right. Both of the walkers turned to face it and started walking for it. He got a better look now, one was a older man, maybe in his late fourties and the other was a young girl. Maybe twenty or so. She wore a yellow sundress and the man wore a ragged business suit. Once their attention had fully turned to the sound he bolted, he practically leapt from the bushes and landed on his belongings. He grabbed a handful of the pack and bedroll and turned without even checking the two walkers, he dug his feet into the earth and leapt back into the bushes. When he finally was able to he saw the two Walkers hadn't seen him and he let out a breath of relaxation. "Thank you grandfather..." He whispered silently and threw his pack on, as he turned to leave he got a creeping feeling of leaving these two. He had thoughts of them hurting someone else, what of the girl and the man..should he leave their spirits hanging without entrance into the spirit world because they had not been properly given rest. His grandfather would have slapped him for not sparing these two. He sighed and let his bag down and grabbed a second arrow from his quiver and notched it. He drew the bowstring back to his chin with two arrows resting on the bridge of the bow-shaft. He could feel the raven feathers he used to fletch the arrows slide against his cheek as he aimed, his eyes fixed on his targets. He waited until they had stopped to investigate the source of the noise, now they were just outside of the brambles and he had a clear shot. He held his breath and fired, both arrows streaked through the air and they each found an eye in the two walkers, the first arrow went through the right eyeball of the man and the second through the bridge of the girls nose. He retrieved his arrows and used a rag to wipe the blood from the arrowhead's and slid them into his quiver. He decided to head south, towards boston itself. There was a school and a police station not far that he might be able to scavenge some food or ammunition. he shouldered his pack, laid a fresh arrow on his bow and started walking.

Approved, Lets get this party started.

Jingle smiled and bowed deeply taking off his feathered cap. "I am Jingle Trapdodger, Treasure Acclamation Expert, Master Dungeon Delver and Adventure-Seeker. I heard you were pursuing a witch and came to offer my services." He said as he came out of his bow and placed his cap back on. He smiled wide and caught a glance at each party member. They all seemed like brave fellows but the one that interested him was the one with wings, she seemed to be the leader of the party.

Jingle listened to the crowd, he had been in Loudwater for sometime and was itching for something to do, his small pointed ears were very acute and he heard the party of new-comers mention they were headed after a witch. He smiled and thought he ought to introduce himself. He finished his seed-cake and ale and gathered his things. He made his way through the forest of legs in the densely packed tavern and walked up to the winged woman, he wiped the dirt and dust from his clothes and straightened his clothing to make himself more presentable, something his mother had always insisted he do when making a job offer or meeting new people. With that completed he reached up and tugged lightly on her wing to get her attention.

I see, goth chick zombie-killer...awesome. Approved. One more and well start.

Interesting, Wind would enjoy the company of a dwarf. His best friend is one but there was that one night in Orzamar that got him banned for fifty years lol

Jingle loved walking around Loudwater at night, the town was fairly large and active. The taverns and inns were rowdy and full of flavor at night but none so much as The Green Tankard, Jingle smiled wide as he often did, to see this particular halfling without a smile was a rare sight, as he walked he strummed on his small lute and played a lively tune. "Oh what shall you do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do indeed! Shave his belly with a rusty razor and leave him in the reeds. Oh what shall you do with a drunken sailor, how might our plight be lifted whilst the we drift in the sea." He sang as he walked along, he came across a drunken man sleeping in a wagon and looked close and laughed. It was Kurashi, the Drunken Boxer. "Probably sleeping off a legendary drunken brawl to have one of his equally legendary hangovers the next morning." One of the orcs stood and collected his friend and staggered off, clutching broken ribs and nursing bruised egos. He noticed the bright red apple on his chest and took it, he stuck a gold coin in Kurashi's hand and took a bite, the apple was crisp and tart, the way Jingle liked them. He walked inside the tavern to see a large party of newcomers, most of them elves. He did so enjoy the company of elves, specially the owner and bartender. The half-elf appeared to be surly and unloving but he was kind to those that showed equal kindness. The bartender glanced over at him and Jingle waved as he moved through the party of people to the bar, the counter stood a good two feet above his head, he grabbed a stool and pulled himself up onto it and sat down. He pulled the sword and scabbard from his hip and the lute and walking stick tied to his pack and set them down next to him. "Hello my friend, could I trouble you for a pint of ale and a seed-cake?" He asked the bartender, the man smiled and poured him his drink and gave him a fresh baked cake. Jingle gazed at the glazed treat and the frothy pint of ale. He gave the bartender two gold coins and a third as a tip for his good service. "Here, for you and your family my friend." He said as he swirled the ale around and then took a large drink of it and a quick bite of the seed-cake.

There, I chose Tymora. I like the deity, seems perfect for Jingle.

its in pathfinder as a main deity but in dragon magazine it was one of the Halfling deities, he is the god of Luck, Trickery and Adventure. His favored weapon his a shortsword and his patron class is the rogue. Mind you this is a story created by someone and they just took the name and bits of the story. Here is the official link http://pathfinder.wikia.com/wiki/Cayden_Cailean Normally referred as The Lucky Drunk, The Drunken Hero and The Accidental God. He is the patron deity of thieves and rebels, In faerun only half-lings worship him since he is close to their personalities. Often taverns and inns in halfling lands leave a tankard of ale out for the deity because of his liking of fine half-ling ales and some dwarves do aswell. Cayden Cailean is considered one of the best gods and also the strangest since he isnt good nor is he evil but he only cares for those who care for him and considers all of his worshippers family. He is also particularly fond of halflings.

Name: Jingle Trapdodger Race: Half-Ling Age: 50 Class: Rogue Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: Tymora Place of Origin: Silverleaf (Halfling township) Appearance: Small, with dark brown hair swept back to reveal his pointed ears and cheery face. He has two large blue eyes and a large knobbed nose. Armor/Clothing: usually wears a studded leather chestpiece that has pockets and pouches for his various tools of his trade, he wears a green cloak and hood but he never wears shoes. He hates shoes. Weapon: A shortsword and a walking stick. Personality: Cheerful, loves to tell tales of his and his families adventures and likes to associate with everyone. A shrewd businessmen and proffessional "Treasure Acclamation Expert" which is his way of saying, Thief. Never taking from people but the many dungeons and ruins around the world. He usually sells his findings and then gives the gold away seeking not the gold but the adventure. Quick to make friends with even the most surly of folk but he is also a fierce fighter and has earned many battle scars in defense of his life and that of his friends. History: Jingle was born in Silverleaf, a small township far to the edges of the great eastern forest. There his family The Carlyles set roots, a family of adventurers they come from all walks and trades and earned the name Trapdodgers. A term they adopted to refer to their trade, so etched on their family manor's door is Trapdodger For Hire, here all who seek a proffessional thief go to hire a good man to help them on an adventure. He recently left his home and his family to go on a walk, with his trusty sword and walking stick he has walked far from his home where the Trapdodger name has not been heard before. So to honor his family he took the last name Trapdodger and has found his trade useful in these new lands. (This is going to be my main, Kurashi is just an alternate since his story is somewhat limited, this is more in line with what the setting is. I will still RP Kurashi but he tends to stay in Loudwater unless other circumstances force him not too.)

Ronin slackened on the arrow and watched as the Ranger walked away, he spat on the ground and growled "I remember men like him from when I was a boy...Years ago my tribe moved west to settle for a NCR homesteading Loan, I was a boy, my father brought my mother and my two brothers and my sister along with five other families, they wanted to create more friendly association with tribals. A brahmin baron by the name of Gunderson didn't like tribals living near his ranch. My father who was a peaceful man went out hunting...he killed a bighorner when Gunderson was going to shoot it for sport, my father killed it to keep our tribe alive. Gunderson was furious and he decided the way to get the tribals off his land was to make it illegal to hunt within a five hundred mile radius of his ranch." He said as he watched the Ranger walk away. He remembered the Ranger's enforcing Gunderson's laws on the tribes. "Anyone caught breaking that law was captured and put in front of a firing squad...My father resisted, they came for him in the night...I was out because I had an arguement with him and was angry. When I came back everyone was dead...I headed east and never looked back." He continued as he wrapped the bow around his leg and took the string off to relieve tension. "I saved that Ranger because they got in the way of my targets, but because of a promise I made I will NOT hunt NCR even though they deserve to be so... Every Legionary I kill brings me one more step to avenging my tribe... Women, children, sick and old were butchered or enslaved. The men were forced into the legion and then butchered as the first to run into the NCR's fire at Hoover Dam." He said to Jason, He knew he was brotherhood but he didn't care. Ronin ran a hand through his braids and sighed, the adrenaline finally subsiding in his body.

Ronin stalked around the corner, his bow drawn taught and aimed at the Rangers head, the ranger was arrogant and loud. Something Ronin hated about NCR. "The Bear has no business ordering people who do not belong to it.." He said as he came around, the arrowhead on his bow had a wicked barbed tip. "Think wisely Ranger, you draw you might kill him, but this place has well over fifty Regulators...you wouldn't survive it and we'd bury you in the desert." He said coldly, he hated NCR almost as much as he hated the Legion but the NCR wasn't bad they just cared more about expansion then taking care of their own.

Name: Daniel Howling-Coyote Description: Tall and lithe, long dark braided hair with a eagle feather interwoven, light brown skin. Appearance: Wears a brown leather jacket and blue jeans, fingerless gloves and red scarf tied around his neck. Equipment: Backpack with some food, a canteen of water, compound bow with twenty arrows, a hunting knife, a Mares Leg (sawed off lever action rifle) with fifty rounds in a very old gun holster (Belonged to his grandfather) Background: Daniel was born in Arizona, His mother being Navajo and his father being Apache he grew up on the reservations. When the outbreak happened he was travelling, after his stint in the Marines he came back and found his grandfather dead, taken with grief he took to wandering. The outbreak happened when he was in Boston. He managed to escape to the towns outskirts and has been living in the forests outside of Boston by using the survival skills his grandfather taught him in his youth. He adopted his grandfathers name Howling-Coyote after his grandfather gave him the name Little-Coyote as a child since his natural grace and agility. When he left his grandfather (the elder of the family) declared his name Howling-Coyote. He left for Iraq during the Operation Iraqi Freedom Campaign and came back after two tours. He speaks English, Navajo, Apache and some Iraqi as he was his squads translator.