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Anubis Mubarak

"Don't hate the player, hate the game... Unless you're just shit at the game then your gonna be dead before you can hate me."

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a character in “Today: Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad”, originally authored by Miyer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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GENERAL INFO

Full Name: "Anubis Bak. I know, Nice name huh."

Preferred Name: "Why would I want another name? If you understand the Irony then I love you."

Ethnicity: "Well I'm half Polish and half Egyptian, but I am technically an American citizen so ya..."

Birth Date: "To be honest? I have actually forgotten. My birthday was never really important to me anyway."

Age: "16... I think? Again I kinda lost track of the calendar with an Apocalypse going on."

Sexuality: "Well I was Gay before the apocalypses but you know what, I think those zombies are getting hotter. Oh my god! I think I'm ZombieSexual! Don't ask stupid questions."



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APPEARANCE

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 123lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown hair with black undertones.

Eyes: Big brown eyes framed by a mass of black eyelashes.

Tattoos: Wrist, Shoulder Blade, Calf and Collar Bone

Piercings: He has hundred of piercings, he is kind of addicted to them.

Left = a Stretcher on the standard lobe, a set of 3 helix piecings, Daith Piecing.

Right = a Industrial Piecing, 3 Standard Lobe Piecings, 3 Foward Helix Piecings and a snug piecing.

Other piercings = Nipple, Belly Button, Tongue, stud in nose and Angel Bites.

"Ya, ya I like pain, whats your point? I kinda got addicted to tattoos and piercings so now my body is a full canvas but hay, I'm gonna die young and pretty so there is no need to worry."



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PERSONALITY

Anubis is... Well Anubis. They boy has a way of being the center of attention without even trying and being able to tear anyone who comes against him down until they run away with their tails between their legs and their dignity shattered on the floor around him. Because of this it isn't hard to guess he had almost no true friends, just simple lackeys that he chose to ignore most of the time.

The most obvious fact of Anubis's personality is his sarcastic cruelty and the fact that he takes an almost morbid pleasure in someone else humiliation at his own words. He is always quick to criticism and insult without much though to the consequences for his words. However despite this, what he does say tends to be quite funny however it is so offensive most people don't realize the clever wit behind it and therefore they are not worth his time.

Quick to make enemy's, Anubis holds no fear of death and actually anticipates his own murder to be in his late 20s or possibly earlier if he really manages to piss someone dangerous off. It is rare to see one of Anubis's true friends as they are few and far between, with the boy holding a high criteria of those he will chose to respect and those who he believes are beneath him, though once respect from him is gained then it is a constant battle to remain in that position as Anubis will take great pleasure in trying to break you with his twisted games which often include sexual advances and pain.

Despite this, or maybe due to this, if you manage to get a close enough look at the inside of the boys heart, which is extremely guarded, then you will see some of his more vulnerable qualities. Things like the fact that he is extremely jealous and falls in love way to easily; that he has a weak spot for children; and that he himself is a masochist despite his outer sadistic qualities.

The finally point about his personality is the fact that he is a genius. Anubis has a high IQ of 194 and an photographic memory, his brain being programmed for strategy which he has used to protect himself and scare those around him with his methods of bullying. This added with the fact he has a silver tongue can turn into a deadly combination.

If the Apocalypse hadn't started, we might of been looking at the next Jim Moriarty.

Skills:
Genius | Photographic Memory | Strategy | Persuasive | Manipulation | Deception | Making the Rules | Out Witting his Opponent |



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HISTORY

Anubis belonged to a well off family, with his father some CEO of a famous worldwide company and his mother a glamoured slut more interested in her shoes then her own kid. This never really bothered him as he was pretty much a loner since ever and the only person he would ever consider family was his hard ass nanny that was also the only person in the world able to inspire fear in the boy.

Life was pretty normal for Anubis. He went to a posh school and had most of the student and teachers under his control just based on his named, this obedience was only re-enforced due to his cool and domineering personality that demanded respect from those around him.

This was his life... Up until the moment he turned 15. Now Anubis was no stranger to sex despite not being legal, he had lost his virginity when he was 12 to some school queen bee 5 years his senior that he had forgotten the name of, and the concept had never offered much except for a pleasurable release every now and then to an annoying itch and had never got that desperate emotion called lust for anyone.

That year a young guy transferred to his school as a teachers assistant. Meet the second person in the world who had been able to cause actual fear and respect in Anubis, and dare he say it, lust for the other man.

The teacher opened his world to something completely new and out of his control, and it excited him beyond measure. He welcomed the feeling of losing control and experiencing complete humiliation at the hands of another. The change brought a weird revelation to the boy but by the time he finally admitted the truth to himself the zombies were upon them and his lover was dead.

He was alone once again.
Relationship Status: [i]"Hmmm? Well I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy. Why, are you interested?"
Family and Friends: [i]"Friends? Please, there is no such thing. There are those I respect and those who respect me. You're either one or the other buddy. Don't even get me started on family."
Known Languages: English, Polish, Egyptian, Japanese, and some French/Spanish

So begins...

Anubis Mubarak's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Urainie Patel Character Portrait: Anubis Mubarak Character Portrait: Lexie Grey Character Portrait: Donnie Keiko Character Portrait: Sara Dawson Character Portrait: Amanda "Manny" Lovelace
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Location
Top floor of Macy's
{Clothing department store}.

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"Shit," She muttered under her breath as her hands fumbled with the lock to the cash register. There was cash in
that cash register that Urainie somehow had the thought to collect as much as she could whenever she makes enough to move out into a new state, or maybe country ever since the corpse's that took over town no more than a month or two ago. Things went down hill then; families and friends were practically getting eaten alive, people thought it'd be best if they commited suicide, hell, some even through themselves at the corpse's like a sack of potatoes. Everyone except for Urainie Amethyst Patel, that is, and a few other of her classmates that managed to survive the catastrophe in one piece: Oliver, the airhead. Sara, the pessimist. Donnie, the stoner. Lexie, the wallflower. Manny, the outsider. Alex, the optimist. And, Anubis, the prick. If Urainie was informed that she would be paired up with a couple of her classmates during a zombie apocalypse, she would've never expected it'd be with seven kids that either was truly insane or off the edge. Guess it was Jesus Christ himself who wanted Urainie to be the one in charge of guarding their life since she was already practically the one at their side making sure they kept their sanity.

A minute passed. Two. The lock never budged as Urainie wiggled her bobby pin in the key hole. She was just about to give up when something outside caught her
off guard. Footsteps. And not the slow staggering one's that kept at a rhythm, but the one's that indicated for Urainie to get the hell outta there. As soon as she pulled herself up, at least seven or so zombies came charging through the door. They were Runners. All of them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She hid under the counter and bit her lip to hold back any sudden noises that might give her away. One Runner, a balding man with scrapings used as clothing, passed her nearly brushing her leg until she quickly pulled them up close to her chest. Her heart pounded simultaneously with each step man took. Either he couldn't hear her heart pounding or he was just playing her for a fool, he was doing one hell of a job. Urainie turned around cautiously to get a peek at the other Runners and was relieved to see that they had each lugged to their separate ways. Some went to the Men's Dressing Room, while others aimlessly moved over toward the escalators. She sat there making sure they were full out of sight when suddenly she felt a hand grab at her ankle roughly. Immediately, she whirled her attention onto him as he was pulling her towards him. He didn't even slacken his grip even when she yelped out in pain, though ignoring the sudden urge to scream she tried to dig her nails into the linoleum floor, but slipped and her head fell back with a deafening crack. Almost instantly, there was this tingling feeling running through every part of her body and her head felt light, hollow even. However, she continued to fight for her life, for her team mates. With a grunt, she kicked at the men's eye causing him to release her ankle and fall back. As she scrambled to her feet, she leaned over the man who now laid still on the floor. His eye socket was now dark and empty as where is eye should've been, but Urainie knew it wasn't over yet from the short twitching in his fingers. She reached pulled out a hanged from inside the box under the counter, snapped it in two, and plunged the sharp and into the man's chest, hard, until she heard the snap of his ribs. A small smile plastered across her face as she pulled her head back and spat out a loogie at the now dead corpse, "Motherfucker."

At that moment, there was a chorus of grunts and moans near Urainie. She looked up and felt the air get knocked out of her as she stared into the eyes of not
twelve, but fifteen zombies. Runners. They all stalk towards Urainie in her moment of terror. She was unable to peel her eyes away from their ghastly towering features. Their faces was sunken in, eyes unfocused. Their mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something, anything. They craved for her. The smell of rotting face made her stomach churn and it was all she could do not to vomit then and there. Each one of their nails were dark and caked with blood, but she wasn't sure if it was their blood dripping from them. Finally, she saw the stomach-churning discolored skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from muscle, and bones. She saw everything that she never intended on seeing. In that instant, somehow, her body found itself, discovered how to move again. It was possible to murder one zombie, but the whole pack was impossible. And with that she ran for the exit. She made no attempt to look behind her to know that the Runners were tagging along after her. One of them had managed to catch up to her, and she threw her forearm back, sending the corpse flying back into two others.

Two Points. She thought, and for a second she couldn't help suppress a triumphant smile as she ran until- as if out of nowhere- five other corspe's came to take the
others place. Twenty. "Crap," the word wasn't even a whisper as Urainie began to pick up her pace into a dead sprint. The soles of her shoes patted hard against the pavement of the parking lot. Her breath came gasping out in short wheezes, but she dared not slow down. This was a situation between life and death.

She ran through the parking lot until she rounded a corner down an abandoned Market place where she bent down on her knees to catch her breath after what felt like a minute, she peeked behind the corner and realized that she had lost the Runners until she suddenly seen one of them coming towards her, then another, and another. Next thing you knew they were multiplying. Without thinking, she pushed open the doors to a local convenience store and seen something that made her feel relieved. Angy. Or both. There in the far end sat Oliver on a fallen shelf eating what looked like chocolate pudding, and at his side was Donnie smoking his usual Camel pack. She stomped over towards them in a huff. She was sure she looked like hair at that moment. Eyes sullen. Hair tousled and caked with blood from the fall. Clothes grungy and torn. "What. In. The. Actual. Fuck," she said every word breathlessly, aware that she was gritting her teeth. She scowled at her two slackers. "Twenty, hell, maybe even more then that. And you know what kinds they were, mhm? Well, I'll tell ya'. They were Runners. And you know where they're going?" She waited until the room was enveloped into utter silence. "Here. So, either you get your asses up and head to base grounds or neither of you will see daylight." Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door just as Urainie turned to see that they were already trying to break through the glass doors. She quickly lifted Oliver to his feet and snatched the cigarette from Donnie's mouth. "Go to base grounds. See any of us, tell them to follow. I want everyone back at the warehouse. Go." And with that she shooed them towards the back door as she did so her head began to to feel heavy. Ignoring it, she continued to push them, but the pain only grew worse. It throbbed and pulsed in her skull; not a sharp pain like a knife-inflicted wound, but more of a dull pounding with a hammer over...and over...and over again. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive, but at the same time can't process properly. Images and ideas and plans and deadlines run through her head, but they're chasing each other round and round. Her mind couldn't catch a single one, but gets pounded with all of them at the same time as they ricochet and slam into the walls of her head.

"Dammit!" she screamed as she pressed her hands against the sides of her head until the pain went away. "Go. Now! I'll meet you guys later." she barely managed to say the last part through clenched teeth.