![]() Author has written 1 story for Highschool of the Dead. Name: Nickname: Age: Gender: Sexuality: Height: Weight: Hair colour/Style: Eye colour: (you can have a mixture or two different eye colours) Clothing: Personality: Body type: Strengths: Weaknesses: Fears: History: (give me something to work with) Location during the out break: Weapons at school: (if they where at school) Weapons outside of school: Family: (dead/alive/unknown/infected) OCS reaction to the infected: OCS reaction to Roland Griffin: OCS reaction to Peter Stanford: Here are the forms for my OCS in this story. Name: Peter Stanford. Nicknames: Pete, known as Phantom by the people who see him fight. Age: 20. Gender: male. Sexuality: straight. Height: 195 cms Weight: 80kgs Hair colour/Style: brown short spiky blond. Eye colour: red because of a defunct in he's genetics. Clothing: black long sleeve tee shirt, black tactical Kevlar vest with various pouch's for ammunition and flash bangs hooked on it ,urban camouflage pants, black belt with a holster for a dessert eagle .50 calibre rounds with pouches filled with ammunition with a gas mask clipped on the back , a black cap plain, black military goggles above the cap and a pair of black combat boots. Personality: he is kind, caring and a bit quite as he keeps to him self but when the time arises he is like a phantom disappearing and re appearing to strike the target he will also comfort the upset survivors of the group Body type: he is quite tall and well built he is also very flexible. Strengths: he's dead accurate with all kinds of fire arms he is also a free runner and when moving around he is dead quiet and has no problem killing any one. Weaknesses: he is not very good using blunt weapons and can he is very easy to make angry. Fears: that he will be the last one left in the group and that he couldn't do anything to save them. History: he is Australian born at young age he's mother had died in Australia in a major car accident that's when him and he's farther moved to America to start fresh and get away from Australia he attended school at new York he was called the son of the devil by his peers and teachers because of his red eyes his father moved to south Africa when peter turned 16 leaving peter all alone and then when he turned 18 he went to Washington and joined the police force and at 19 he went and joined the army's us marines he was having a talk to the students about his career at the school at the time of the out break. Location during the out break: at Benjamin Banneker high school. Weapons at school: desert eagle, flash bangs, machete. Weapons outside of school: Heckler & Koch HK417, flash bangs, machete, p90. Family: (dead/alive/unknown/infected) Mother Taine Stanford dead. Father Alex Stanford alive . OCS reaction to the infected: burn in hell un dead fuckers. OCS reaction to Roland Griffin: we don't get along end of story. Name: Roland Griffin. Nickname: None. Age: 17. Gender: male. Sexuality: straight. Height: 160cms. Weight: 60kgs Hair colour/Style: short spiky blond with red tips. Eye colour: blue eyes. Clothing: red tee shirt ,karki cargo pants, black joggers. Personality: he is a pretty stubborn and a frequent liar who thinks he knows everything he is hated by most people and like by few he can be he tend to try to show off around the girls and tries to be the dominant male of the group which usually leads to a gut punch from Peter out of no where. Body type: normal size skinny not very strong. Strengths: he is good with blunt weapons and handguns. Weaknesses: he cant use very heavy weapons and can be quiet loud. Fears: that the group will leave him to die or that Peter kills him. History: he comes from a rich family and is a only child who got little attention as a child since his parents where always away he became a attention seeker because he wanted to even tho he had friends with him thro out his child hood not much more known about him. Location during the out break: at Benjamin Banneker high school. Weapons at school: a metal bat made for light weight. Weapons outside of school: a Ruger SR9, and his bat. Family: (dead/alive/unknown/infected) Father Steve griffin infected Mother sally griffin alive OCS reaction to the infected: piss off you un dead freaks OCS reaction to Peter Stanford: he is afraid of peter im not a good writer but ima try and make a oc story This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. damn you psychochikie :D AQUARIUS - The Slut PISCES - The Addict LEO - The Cool One CANCER - The Smart One. SAGITTARIUS-The One that Waits ARIES- The Irresistible One TAURUS- The Aggressive One LIBRA - The Partner for Life CAPRICORN - The Cute One SCORPIO - The Gorgeous One VIRGO- The Promiscuous One GEMINI - The Liar I'm Sorry I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy" I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy. I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along. I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care But most of all I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world. I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for... I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it. I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family. I'm Sorry That I cared I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different. Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there are never any good guys out there, and they always end up with idiots who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to; maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head, "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry' I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' "OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' "My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart This is really sweet... When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind. When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply. When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around. When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all. When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying. When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever. When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered. When a girl says "I love you." she means it. When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that. Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person. Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him. The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him. The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.". If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life. If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you. Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you. Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere. So get ready for the biggest shock of your life. If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity. Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress. l_ _lll_ _ _ _ llllllllllllllllllllll_llll_ _llllllllllll_llllllllllllllll_llllllllllll_llll_ _ llll_ _ _ _ _ _ lll _ _ l l_ _llllll_ _ _ _ _ llll_ _ lll_llll_ _llll_ _ _llll_ _ llll_llll _ lll_llll_ _ llll _ _ _ _ _ llllll _ _ l l_ _ _llllll_ _lll_ _lllllllllll_ _llll_ _llllllllllll_llllllllllllllll_llll_ _ _llllllllllllllll_ _ lll_ _ lllllll_ _ _l ll _ llllllll_ _lllll_ _llll_ _ lll_llll_ _llll_ _ _llll_ _ llll_llll _ lll_llll_ _ llll _ _ llllll_ _llllllll _ ll_l llll_ _llllllll_lllllll_llllllllllllllllll_llllllll_llllllllllll_llll_ _ lllllllllllllllllll_llll_ _ llllllllll_lllllll_llllllll_ _llll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllll_ _ _ _ _ _ _ l lllllll_ll_ll _lll_ _ _ lllllllllll_l_ _ _ _ _ _ _llllllllllllllllllllllllllll l_lllllllllllllllllllllllll_ _ _ _ _ _ _ l _ lll_ _ll _lll_llllllll_ llll_ _ l_ _ _ _ _ _ _lllllllllllllllllllllllll_l l_ _lllllllllllllllllllll_ _ _ _ _ _ _ l _lll_ _ _ lll_ _ _ _lllllllllll_l_ _ _ _ _ _ _lllllllllllllllllllll_ _l l_ _ _lllllllllllllllll_ _ _ _ _ _ _ l_lll_ _ _ lll_ _ _ _ _lll_ _ l_ _ _ _ _ _ _lllllllllllllllll_ _ _l\ listen to this Dear Bullies, You see that 15-year-old girl holding hands with her one-year-old son that you called a slut? She was raped at 13. You see that boy crying that you made fun of for being a cry-baby? His best friend committed suicide last night. You see that girl that you make fun of for having all those bruises? She is abused by her parents. You see that bald woman that you made fun of? She is dying of breast cancer. You see that old man that you called ugly? He got a serious injury to his face in the war. You see that man that you made fun of for having all those burns? He ran into a burning hospital to save his dead daughter. You see that girl that you called fat? She is starving herself. You see that boy you called stupid? He has Down Syndrome. Like this journal and re-post if you are against bullying. I bet that none of you will re-post this journal. But I did. |
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