Rules
(Yes, the rules come first) My rules are usually pretty basic. No cybering, godmodding, killing anyone else without their permission. Simple. Oh, and try to be literate. I'm not gonna do anything if you aren't, but at least use capitalization and punctuation for my sanity and yours. (Yeesh, I sound mean.)
Setting
There's a small town basically in the middle of nowhere. It's surrounded by either trees or rolling hills, and has maintained minimal contact with the outside world. The townspeople are very suspcious of strangers, since they've managed a peace of sorts, and don't want their little world spoiled. The town itself is relativly poor, and it certainly looks it. The buildings are ramshackle and in desperate need of repair, the well needs the stones around it replaced, and the cemetary needs to be weeded in a painfully obvious way.
There are about 16 houses in all, plus a small chapel and a smaller graveyard. There's the inn (which has about 5 rooms all told, not including the kitchen and commonroom), a bar, and a tiny marketplace consisting of about 4 stalls. Usually only 3 of which are in use.
Plot
Now for the good stuff. A stranger entered the town not too long ago, and is suspicious looking even by normal peoples' standards. The townspeople can't stand her, because after she came strange things began to happen.
People wouldn't stay dead. Yes, you heard me, people who supposedly had died and been buried had been showing up again. Granted, they were barely recognizable through the decay, but they were unmistakably lost loved ones. And it wasn't just the dead coming back to life that was odd; all the animals that didn't have a very sturdy fence to keep them in had fled. And, due to the lack of money to build proper fences, there were next to no domesticated animals left. The crops had started withering as well, to some unknown blight that had every one of them turned to mush. The townspeople would soon starve without outside help.
What were the townspeople doing about it? They couldn't do anything, they thought. No one from any of the villages around them knew they existed, or so most believed. As for the dead rising, the townspeople could only bar their doors and lock their windows at night, and pray that their homes could stand up to the assault the dead had launched against them. Fortunatly for them, during the day they could do repairs, as the dead only came awake at night.
None of this could really be pinned on the woman who'd come just a few days ago, but the townspeople weren't convinced against it either....
Characters
Username: molten_quicksilver
Character name: Tamara al'Mora
Gender: female
Age: 24
Occupation: Wandering? She doesn't seem to have ever settled down anywhere for long.
Appearence: Tamara's hair is fairly long, falling to just past the middle of her back. It's dark, not quite black, but too dark for an ordinary brown. Her eyes are of the same not-quite-black, and at night it's hard to distinguish her pupils from the irises. Tamara tends to dress in black, simply because she likes the color. She certainly doesn't look good in it, considering how pale she already is. Tamara's skin isn't quite white, but it's close.
Weapons: Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? ninja
Bio: There's much about herself that only Tamara knows, and she's never been one for spreading secrets. If asked, her basic synopsis of her life would simply be that she'd studied as a mage for a time, then set off wandering to gather more knowledge. Wether she was telling the truth or not... Well, that was up to whoever was listening. Whoever she chose to tell. She recently entered a small town in the middle of nowhere, and upon her arrival things had begun to happen...
