So many zombie roleplays end up being just people fighting wave after wave of zombies. This is a tremendous shame. The setting is rife for great roleplaying potential, but never amounts to more than “I see three zombies come around the corner. I shoot two in the head and throw my knife at the third.” I hope for that to be different in this thread.
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MORE INTRO
This is a roleplay thread for people who are serious about roleplaying. The zombie setting is more “The Walking Dead” Than “Left 4 Dead” That is, it's not a story about zombies being killed, but about the PEOPLE killing the zombies, how they feel, what are their thoughts while doing it. Not looking for some long internal monologue, something more than “I see three zombies come around the corner. I shoot two in the head and throw my knife at the third.”. Give it some feeling, please. And it's shouldn't even be all about the people killing zombies. It's also about the struggle for survival, the interaction with other survivors. This is what this RP is about is for.
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Story
The infection started in China. The first videos and photos that quickly spread across the web were all dismissed at a ploy, China trying to bait other countries to bring there militaries into some trap. By the time people started believing it, it had spread to across all of Asia. Within days it had reached Europe. Martial law was declared. USA has closed it's borders and international flights. However, (in the USA) most people still go about their daily lives as usual. The status quo has not been shaken. Yet.
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Setting:
This roleplay takes place in New York City. In your bio, specify what borough you're in. Just for reference, the 4 boroughs are: Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx. (We'll leave out Staten Island for simplicities sake.) Keep your experiences location-wise making sense. i.e. don't encounter a zombie hoard that's in Queens, while you're in Brooklyn.
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I will be posting “News reports” occasionally, about whats happening in the city/state/country. Your character doesn't automatically know this. Have them hear it on the radio or see it on TV.
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Rules
1. Please post relatively frequently. Three times a week at least
2. If you can't post for an extended period of time let us know please!
3.If you put your character in a situation where they interact with another player, make sure you can reply in a timely manner. Don't just start a conversation and then not post for a week
4. Again, no short posts. At least 2 paragraphs. EXCEPTION: when interacting with other players, short posts are acceptable.
5. Put some feeling into your posts. Let us feel what your characters feel. Tell us what they're thinking. This can very easily add some depth and length.
PM me “Smells like zombiez” so I know you read this
6. Be descriptive! We don't need to know what the bathroom's wallpaper looks like but that abandoned store you entered, what does it looks like? Are there shelves and carts overturned, or is it in pristine condition as if no one ever entered it. Does that rotting corpses stench make you gag?
7. Language: you can curse, but not every three words. At least four words in between.
8. Romance: Again, lets keep it PG-13
9. Looting: I will leave you guys in charge of what items you find, but don't make them too good, and make them make sense. You're not going to find a gun in a shop in times square (most likely). No magic stores of Deus ex Machina
10. Loot part 2: At the end of you post, write all items you acquired. This includes: weapons, ammo, utility items (cell phone, batteries), clothes (if you want to), anything that would make a difference in survival. Never assume that you implied that you have something. Just say it
11. Cars: They don't run on oxygen and good feelings. They need gasoline. Make sure you refuel them.
12: OOC: put all out of character in posts [ ] or (( ))
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Characters
When you begin, you're some average Joe. You may be a doctor, working the ER, witnessing first hand the damage hysteria does to people. Or a teenager, who, in the face of sociopolitical breakdown, realizes how petty their problems seem. Or a police officer, who puts their life on the line to prevent a group of zombies from entering your city.
The main point is, you're not a gun toting, stab-zombies-in-the-head, motorcycle riding, bad-ass. Yet.
The average person doesn't own a gun. Your character is no different. They shouldn't start with a gun unless it makes sense, like a police officer. Once the need to carry a gun arises, they shouldn't have too much trouble finding one.
Location: (Automatically NYC, specify what borough)
Physical Description:
Personality
Background: (At least a paragraph)
Any skills: (i.e. knows how to pilot aircraft, basic mechanic skills...)
Starting Inventory:(Police get pump shotgun and pistol, Military get either assault rifle of sniper rifle)
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PLAYING 2 CHARACTERS
You can play as two different characters BUT there are rules for that:
1. The characters must be different. I mean personalities, they should make different decisions, react differently
2. They need to both be full fledged characters. You can't have one that's full of character, an one be a wet blanket with no character.
3. Both characters know different things. Just because your one character knows that Broadway is overrun with zombies, your other one doesn't know that.
4. The two posts a week isn't between two characters, it would be at least 3 per character. Don't play two characters if you can't keep up with the posts for both
5. Part of the reason you can play two characters is so, if one character gets in an impossible situation, you don't have to come up with some unrealistic way to not kill them, you can let one die, and you'll still have the other.
IMPORTANT FINAL NOTE!!!!!
When you start out, you will NOT be encountering zombies yet. You will know once you'll start seeing them in the city.
Name: Matt Marapose Gender: Male Age: 16 Occupation: Civilian Location: Manhattan Physical Description: 6', Brown hair, Green eyes, Wears Jeans, and an open button up shirt. Personality: Relatively easygoing, Hate's seeing the weak picked on by the strong. Background: Matt has had a pretty average life for a middle class white kid. His parents are divorced, his mom living in Pennsylvania. His father is in the armed forces, and is stationed in Washington D.C. In one of many squads protecting the president. Currently he lives with his Uncle Joe, who has gone a little senile. Because of this, Matt is very independent. He is sometimes very frustrated with how average his life is, and run track to let off steam. Any skills: Runs track- Can run fast/ long Starting Inventory: Cell phone, Wallet, Car Keys, Watch
Geoffrey Meyers (Mnm95) Name: Geoffrey (Jeff) Meyers Gender: Male Age: 21 Occupation: Police Location: The Bronx Physical Description:5'9, Blonde buzz cut hair, clean shaven, strong build. Personality: Enthusiastic, eager to prove himself. Background: Growing up in the slums, he experienced a traumatic event when he was only 12. His best friend was found dead in the park down the street from his house. This prompted his family to move to a better neighborhood, but his friend's death shook him. From that moment onward, he knew he was going to be a police officer. Fresh out of the academy, he's a rookie, with something to prove. Any skills: Normal cop skills... Starting Inventory: Glock 19 (9mm), Pepper spray, Handcuffs, Police radio, Cruiser keys, Key to weapons locker
Chris 'Norman' Sam (kimi) Name: Chris 'Norman' Sam
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Military
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Average height. Wears a black trenchcoat covering gray hoodie, blue tshirt, and black jeans. Has a plastic mime mask painted black covering his face.Has spiky, jet black hair. Pale skin. His left eye is dark blue, like the deep end of the sea, while his right eye is red, permanently occluded from a past injury. Normal light hurts his right eye, so he keeps it covered by a strip of black cloth that encircles his head(think Kakashi, from naruto), but keeping his eye in the dark allow him to see -barely- in the dark(this is true, except it's my left eye that can see in the dark, but light hurts it, in reality. So usually I have my hood tilted, covering my left eye , so don't say this is ridicules!)
Personality: Cold hearted, and destructive, and will not hesitate to attempt murder if he doesn't know you, and/or ordered to. He has a soft side though. He will put himself in harms way for his friends.
Background: Chris was born and raised in Russia for the first 15 years of his life. For those fifteen years, his life was almost perfect. Almost. During that fateful day, on his fifteenth birthday, his father got Ina car crash, while everyone else was in the car as well. Only major injuries was his mother, as she became paralyzed, and Chris's right eye became permanently occluded. His left eye, the blue one, was the normal eye. His right eye, however, couldn't look into brightly light areas. He can see well in the dark with that eye, but during the day, it's usually closed.
His father, resenting himself, blaming himself, for harming his family, took his revolver, and shot himself point blank, right infront of the mother and Chris. The mother gave up on life, and begged Chris to put her out of her misery, so Chris finally couldn't watch his mother in this state, slit her throat. To this very day, chris hasnt used that revolver ever. Afterwards, Chris seemingly dissappeared off the face of the earth. The next four years, Chris worked as a mercenary, under the alias 'Norman'. He moved to the states when he was 20, to work as a police officer. He met and became friends with a woman, named rachel. She also lost a loved one, but not a directly related compared to the deaths he witnessed, and helped in. He has worked in the Strategic Response Unit for three years, then switched over to the military for more action when he was 23. He then trained as a rapid deployment soldier for the next two years.
Any skills: High accuracy, and drives like it's the Indy 500
Starting Inventory: FN FAL(three round select, scoped), revolver(5 bullets left. More info in background), a 9mm shell casing, inscribed with the words R.I.P. on it, military warehouse key.
Rachel Smith (kimi)
Name: Rachel Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Police Force
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Black , should-length hair. Lightly tanned, average height. Drak green eyes, wears a red tubeshirt midriff, covered by a grey hoodie, and blue jeans.
Personality: Looks at things on the bright side, usually trying to get Chris to stop being so negative. Tries to resolve problems peacefully.
Background: A normal life. Friends, family. Rich. All that's a dream. Rachel was brought up in a middle classed family. She didn't have many friends, but many...'annoyances'. Mainly boys that were being cocky headed jerks. But when a nice boy came along, she went with him very quickly. Problem is, it's funny how life can take away happiness. Another bunch of guys got jealous. They jumped the two love birds, and knifed the boy to death. From that day on, Rachel tried as hard as she could to make life more fair, before other people's loved ones die as well. As she got older, she joined the police force, which is where she met, and befriended a man that everyone called Norman. A few years later, that man left the police force to join the military, but she still kept contact with him throughout the time.
Any skills: Lockpick
Starting Inventory: Glock 20, and a bobbypin.
John Woodlean (N-Man) Name: Jonathan (John) Woodlean
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: programmer
Location: Queens
Physical Description: tall. Black, short hair. Glasses; Harry Potter-y look. Average weight. Bright skin, blue eyes. Wears a black shirt and blue jeans.
Personality: shy, but very smart. A good interlocutor. He have British accent and British manners. When there's a problem he is to finds solutions and checks them, programmer style.
Background: John was born in London to a rich family. He was very good in math and languages, but his classmates used to beat him-usually one kid named Ed. and when he was 15 he started hacking. First it was for fun- hack into the teacher's computer to change his grade, but then he became serious. He sent a Trojan horse (a dangerous computer virus) to Ed's computer, and weak viruses to Ed's friends. Some weeks later, the father of one of Ed's friends, who was a computer engineer, discovered who sent the viruses and John was in trouble. His parents had to pay to Ed and his friends. The money wasn't the problem here- John was. John's relationship with his parents was broken from this day.
When he was 22 he decided to start a new beginning: he moved to the U.S to find a job as a programmer. He rent a flat with George, another British guy he met, at the queens. George already moved to manhattan but John still lives in his small flat at the Queens. He works in a company "ExoCom inc.", there he writes a programm that translates.
Any skills: computer skills, he knows many languages- English (British and American), French, and Spanish.
Starting Inventory: a laptop, keys, and a wallet.
Zach Ebeyer (starfox1o1) Name: Zach Ebeyer
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Student/Therapist Aid (Helps them do their job, only part professional therapist knowledge, needs to aid to finish school for the experience.)
Location:Brooklyn
Physical Description: Around 5' 7" 160lbs. Brown hair that's short almost a buzz cut, small amount of facial hair, just barely noticeable. Always wears shorts and a T-Shirt, unless it's below 20 degrees outside then he wears some pants over his shorts until he gets to wear hes going. Blue eyes with a bit of yellow around the pupil. Pretty active (walks just about every where).
Personality: A very good people person, keeps them calm when in a tough situation. Very intelligent, a lot book smart and only a little street smart. Nice, but when he gets angry his downfall is taking it out on inanimate objects (Chairs, books, TV, etc.). Great leader, OCD when it comes down to the alignment of something (If a speaker was at a 95 degree angle from a wall he'd make it 90 to be even).
Background: : Zach a nice childhood in the middle class in Georgia and a not so bad teenage era in Wisconsin. After graduating highschool in a smaller town in Wisconsin near Michigan he got accepted into a Therapist specializing college in Brooklyn. Not being very fond of the city life he doesn't like it in the big apple very much, but he is slowly getting used to it, and even starting to like it a little. Zach isn't in need of money, but could do with a little extra, his parents paid for school but he's living paycheck to paycheck to stay in his apartment).
Any skills: Knows how to drive a gear-shift (Ya funny thing but hey could come in handy!) Basic karate skills. Good with computers, and with most electronics. Can fix small problems with cars.
Starting Inventory: Backpack, paper, pens, pencils, run-down car, and a pocket knife (Gift from his dad when he left for college).
Kevin Stunt (Matty_the_Llama_pig)
Name: Kevin Stunt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Works at a local pub
Location: I'm from England IRL, so I'm gonna go with Manhattan considering it's the one I know the most about, so anyway Kevin is in Manhattan
Physical Description: Kevin is fairly muscly due to 6 months of hard work at the gym, when he was at college he was quite overweight and when he left he desired to ditch the fat and start working out. Kevin has light blue eyes and long, messy hair that clumps on top of his head. He is unshaven, so he has a huge beard that covers the lower side of his face. He is about 6 foot 2.
Personality: Kevin is a heavy alcoholic with a 'I don't need anyone but myself' attitude. He has never really liked anyone because he focuses on minor flaws and brings out the negativity in everything, but he has a daughter from a one night stand that he loves truly and wants to see. He also loves his motorbike in which he sold a car for and he rides it everywhere. So if you can't find Kevin you'll most likely find him drunk on the floor in an alley.
Background: Kevin had grown up in Manhattan with his parents, but he didn't really get a proper childhood. His father was a drug dealer and even though he earnt some good money from it he spent all the money on himself and Kevin's mother. He never got anything except for 2 drab meals a day and the bed he slept in. So Kevin inherited a dark mind which lead him to not trust another living soul, if his parents didn't love him, who would? Kevin's father died when he was 18 (Kevin, his dad) and just as he was about to leave the house forever. Kevin and his mother buried him in the backyard and then his mother left in haste, unable to live on her own with her rejected son.
So Kevin got the house and stayed there for 2 years before joining the army for 4. He learned valuable life skills and how to use a gun, but just as he was almost about to rank out of the private section, Kevin decided he didn't want to be in the army, and he would decide what to do with the rest of his life back home. As a parting gift his squadron left him a huge state of the art hunting knife, and a pistol with a rucksack full of bullets. Kevin stored the two in an iron cupboard, pondering whether he'd ever have to use them...
Any skills: Advanced weaponry skills from his army training, he knows how to use a gun and melee weapons quite well. He also knows the ins and outs of booze, like how to light bottles and use the liquid in special ways.
Starting Inventory: Large state of the art hunting knife with extendable blade, reinforced handle and a button to get the knife out of flesh. A pistol with a rucksack full of ammo.
Linus Reece (Sonronv25)
Name: Linus Reece
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Private eye
Location: Brooklyn
Physical Description: Medium built, Caucasian. Has short, brownish hair, a clean-shaven face, and hazel eyes. Wears a black jacket with white sleeves and a plain, dark-green T-Shirt underneath. Also sports blue jeans and grey rubber shoes.
Personality: Cold and calculative, Linus thinks more than he acts; but when he acts he moves with a purpose. Losses of loved ones in the past have given Linus less to lose, and less to live about. However, he would never allow himself to die unless absolutely necessary; he believes that committing suicide is a weak-minded man's escape. Man shouldn't let death come to them until the time is right.
He has little friends, but he knows several people in the police force because of his occupation. His clients, he remembers but never really considers them his friends. He thinks that emotional attachments are distractions, but deep down he yearns to care for others and be cared by others.
Background: Born and raised in Brooklyn. He lived a fairly uneventful life until the later years. He had an older brother and a younger sister, but the 3 of them usually took care of each other as their parents were always busy trying to get food on their table. His elder brother was their father-figure through most of their childhood years.
During his high-school years, he had a girlfriend. However, his relationship didn't last when he learned that the girl had just been manipulating him for her own personal reasons. What added insult to injury was the fact that his so-called "friends" at the time were aware of it and never said anything to him, he became kind of anti-social for a few years after that.
When he turned 21, he was a more sociable person, but he vowed to never grow close to another again. He had earned a living as a private-eye; he had always been interested in criminology and decided to pursue it. Although he is something of an amateur, he has had several clients and has even worked in unison with the police on some occasions.
Things seemed to be looking up for him, until that one night.
He had received a a worried call from his younger sister about being stalked by an unknown man. His older brother had also been notified and the two stayed together while Linus looked into it. He had not gotten very far, but he had gained some leads when he decided to visit the two of them. When he found their home surrounded by police cars. Fearing the worst, he spoke to the inspector about what happened. Apparently, someone broke into the house, brutally killed his brother, and raped his sister before killing her as well. Linus swore revenge on the criminal world after that.
Eventually, the perpetrator was caught and imprisoned, but Linus believed that justice could never be served now that the victims were dead. He still continues with his job, but with a stronger passion ever since the death of his siblings.
Any skills: He knows how to fire a handgun from time in the shooting range. He also has good logical and reasoning skills and experience with detective work. He has good stamina, but average strength.
Starting Inventory: A Glock handgun with only one magazine of ammunition, he uses it for emergency situations. A swiss army knife. A cellphone with the numbers of a few police officers and some old clients, almost never used unless he really needs to contact them.
Dan Harrison (Teh_Catface)
Name:Daniel (Dan) Harrison
Gender Male
Age:19
Occupation: Student (college)
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Tall, about 6 feet to be exact, small scar next to his left eye, intense brown eyes, pointed nose, brown hair, thick eyebrows, slightly above average weight, almost always wears his red flannel jacket and jeans, long fingers, large feet held by black sneakers, and broad shoulders.
Personality: Sarcastic most of the times, always carries his iPod around, mostly listening to http://www.youtube.c...h?v=3mDWzu5yxLg and alt rock, plays the bass, wants to be in a big band eventually, wants to learn multiple types of art, including music, painting, and 3d computer modeling, has a country accent, isn't that book smart, and he likes history, to him, it's our origin, and he wants to learn about that as well (But unfortunately, he's not good at memorizing it).
Background: (At least a paragraph) Dan lived in the Sierra Nevada's his whole life, namely, Calaveras county in California. He never got an effective education, and eventually turned away from school, as he felt useless there. He turned to the arts, mainly guitar. For a while he practiced on acoustic guitars, until he saved enough money to buy a bass. He immediately fell in love with the instrument and practiced with it every day. He also dabbled in painting and mosaics. By the time he was graduating High School, he was in a small rock band, they all sent some of their music to an art college in Georgia, hoping to get scholarships, as their parents couldn't pay, but none of them got in, except for Dan, who sent not only his bass riffs, but some of his paintings, as well as his favorite mosaic. After getting into the college, Dan stayed in touch with his friends across the country, and learned song writing, the band stayed together by emailing each-other song ideas and riffs and recordings of their parts, putting things together. In his college, Dan thrived, he met new friends and started playing a bit of sports for the first time in his life. After a while, he ended up being a good runner, and his skin toughened up after sliding on the ground so often to get to Home base.
Once the reports started showing up of zombies, or infected as the news reports called them, Dan started to feel paranoid, and instead of going home on spring break, he drove to Manhattan, because there's safety in numbers, right? As he got more and more paranoid, he started to bring his baseball bat everywhere he went. As the rp starts, Dan will be sleeping in a Manhattan hotel.
Any skills: nothing useful in a zombie apocalypse, aside from minor mechanical know-how.
Starting Inventory: baseball bat, bass guitar, warm clothing, paint set, iPod, and an iPod charger.
Jarod Washington (Teh_Catface)
Name: Jarod Washington
Gender: male
Age: 27
Occupation: former military officer, current bum.
Location: Manhattan.
Physical Description: Tall, lean, strong, dark skinned, has a New York accent, hair naturally curly black, but he prefers to keep it a buzz cut, tattered clothing, hawkish facial features, narrow shoulders, large brown eyes, and small feet compared to the rest of his body.
Personality: Jarod is a very serious man. He doesn't often laugh or smile. He doesn't like to talk about his time in the Military, tries to hold onto any friends he has, sometimes spends starry nights on the ocean to clear his head, has a very strategic mindset (aka, he's very good at turning bad situations into good ones), and he wants to go to California some day to try to get some professional money, as he calls it (not money that begged for).
Background: Jarod used to be very joking and funny, that is, until he provoked a knife fight with his sarcastic humor. One 14 year old kid got killed, and forever burned into his memory was the child's final screams. After that incident, Jarod started failing in school, he always thought of the boy and started crying. He often cried himself to sleep at his desk. He eventually started getting held back, 3 years, he missed 3 years of freedom. At 18, Jarod dropped out of high school.
He looked around for a job for a long time, about 6 months, when he decided to kill people who deserved it. He spent another 6 months in boot camp before being deployed into Iraq, where he spent several years as a Marine, he eventually got to be a high ranking officer. He planned attacks and stayed around the base.
When he got back home, he didn't know what to do with himself. He took the money he had earned with the army and tried to learn his favorite instrument as a kid, bongos. Eventually, he became quite talented, and when a small band of bongos, guitars, and flutes showed up in Manhattan, he signed up quicker than you could say, "hello, my name is Jarod"
He spent several more years in this group. When they started to run out of money, Jarod and several other band members were booted from the group. He called it a stupid fire, they fired people who did their job well, they could've fired their not so great players and lowered the other's paychecks. Jarod then spent several months searching for jobs, when he finally decided to start begging for money, he saw Andy, who had a similar situation. They started playing on the streets together. Getting whatever money they could.
Over time, both the men's clothes started to tatter from sleeping on the asphalt streets. They started getting only one meal a day. Jarod didn't want to get fat from all of the Carl's Junior and McDonalds they ate, so he and Andy started to do push ups and crunches before sleeping.
Then they met Dan, it was nice to have another friend, especially one who has money. But once Jarod found that Dan was just on spring break, he got discouraged, sad almost, that his new friend was leaving in a week or two. ((sorry for a couple short paragraphs, I couldn't think of anything else to put in those :*())
Any skills: knows how to shoot a gun, can perform under pressure, and has minor mechanical know how.
Starting Inventory: bongos, and a dirty bowler hat
Sylvester Morani (Averagejoe18)
Name: Sylvester Morani (Moh-rohn-EE) Gender: Male Age: 22 Occupation: Undercover Criminal (If times are tough) - Office Clerk (Real job) Location: Manhattan Physical Description: Tanned slightly liked a baked potato, five feet and six inches, slightly buffed to the point of a two-pack and small yet powerful muscles, very clean shaven and little hair. Small amounts of brown hair left combed off to the right to look professional. Blue eyes, thick eyebrows and a smallish nose. Overall he looks like the kind of person you wouldn't expect to be an undercover criminal. Normally wears dress pants and a white shirt with a black tie formally and jeans and a blazer with plaid shirt informally. Personality: Moderately silent, but opens up to friends and people he can trust, is quite kind to people even if he hates them but will back-stab those he doesn't like. To family he is a saint and will devote his life to protect them, even risking his (which explains while he'll rob to provide for his wife) and to dear friends he's like a brother. Background: Sylvester grew up a to a blue-collared family that made a living off of mechanical working and engineering, and his father taught him mathematics at an early age and showed him to his "further career" as an engineer. Instead of picking up the wrench he enjoyed having fun making mischief and broke his neighbour's windows several times and soon developed hearing issues, which was solved by his father he selflessly splurged on hearing aids. He was smart but hid it in school and was regarded as the "bad kid." Later in his high school years he picked up his grades to a 75% average in applied and breezed into college where he got some basic administration education and became a clerk in the office. He had pretty good relations with his boss and co-workers and engaged a certain go-fer that soon became his wife. He was always fascinated with criminals and wanted to be the Joker, not the Spider-Man and did undercover jobs as a criminal, much to the chagrin of his wife who despite not liking it, appreciated his care and risk and grew to appreciate it. Any skills: Lock-picking, Melee Weaponry, Driving, Hearing (Is prematurely deaf, has a hearing aid) Mathematics (Is quite intelligent for his demeanour) and People Skills (Can convince people and is street-smart) Starting Inventory: Swiss Army Knife (Uses it for lockpicking) Can of Beans (Just in case he feels hungry on the run) Crowbar (Auxiliary weapon) Lighter, Cigarettes and a Photo of his Wife.
Drake Stone (YayMarco)
Name : Drake Stone Gender : Male Age : Twenty Four Occupation : Ex-High School Baseball Superstar / Freelance Photographer Location : Manhattan, NYC Physical Description : Black hair. Green eyes, 1.8M tall. Slim/Strong body build. Wears a white t-shirt and a black jacket on the outside. Grey/Black fit jeans. Slight facial hair. Personality : Doesn't like to lead, but can when required to. Active, likes to go for jogs every now and then. He's calm and quiet, likes to keep things to himself. Does not drink alcohol or anything toxic/harmful to the body (drugs, beer etc.). He is intelligent, not a genius, but intelligent. Loves reading books, makes him feel relaxed. He is devoted to anything that he is set to do. Background : Drake was born in Queensland, Australia in 1987. In 2003 Drake moved to San Francisco, after having problems with his parents in Australia. He lived with his godparents, his uncle and aunt in San Francisco. In the same year, Drake went to High School and started playing Baseball. He had a talent for hitting the ball accurately and strongly. He was noticed by many, and quickly gained popularity and fame. When Drake was 18, he was offered two choices. The choices were, 1.) To head on to become a Pro Baseball Player, 2.) Continue on to university. Drake made the decision, to continue on to University. Soon after he realized the choice he made was the wrong one. He dropped out of University due to paying funds, and also due to the fact that University was too tough. He dropped out of University at the age of 20, and he has been a Freelance Photographer ever since, working for different media companies. He earns enough to fund himself. He still plays Baseball for fun and pleasure. He moved to Manhattan, New York at the age of 22, and has lived there ever since. Skills : Throws well. Has a huge amount of stamina, hence being able to run for a long time. Knows how to handle a weapon. Great artistic skills, photographs all the time. Hits things well with a Baseball bat. A good leader. Thinks psychologically. Starting Inventory : Baseball Bat, Camera and a Hunting Knife.
Luke Fetrey (Kazar14)
Name: Luke Fetrey
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Occupation: Civilian
Location: Bronx
Physical description: Messy black hair, dark blue jacket, brown eyes, white type, average body size, 1.7m tall, grey jeans
Personality: Normally bored, doesnt really think about anyone except friends and self
Background: Luke lives alone and has done so since he had a divorce with his wife, Emily Jousat/Fetrey. When they were together they had 1 kid called Joe, but he lives with Emily now. Luke made a few friends at the local pub but some moved away to different areas or countries. Luke was raised by his aunt and uncle since his mum was killed in a car crash and his dad moved to England when Luke was 8. He made a few childhood friends and still has 1 friend from school, Alfie Quedan. He trained for hours at a time in baseball, one of his favourite subjects at school.
Any skills: Fast runner, sharp sight, expert at baseball
Starting inventory: Baseball bat, wristwatch, water bottle
(Well don't have a character 'yet' but going to follow the rules of OOC. Anyway I like this I'm going to take part in it, however not yet I want to wait for other people to jump aboard first. That doesn't mean I don't already have a character in mind. Anyway I got a question, what person do we need to write in i.e 'first person, third person'? I look forward to writing soon.)
Physical Description:5'9, thin, but wiry. Grins often.
Personality: Buoyant personality on the surface: Late at night and when alone, becomes semi-depressed (The happiness is just a show, to keep up the image he is doing fine.)
Background:Zack lost both of his parents at the tender age of 8 in a boat accident. Seeing the fireball that was once his parents' fishing boat, scarred him for life. What happened was, and still is not, clear to Zack; but he does know the coastguard rescued him (who had been swimming nearby) first, not his parents. Both his mother and father died from the injuries a few days later. He was adopted by one of the coastguards who had helped rescue him, trying to help the poor kid get over his greif. He encouraged the young Zack to enjoy life to the fullest, and would take him swimming frequently. Zack seemed to improve, but is still grieving, 12 years later. He entered the coastguard training academy at the age of 19, and is now deployed in Manhattan.
Any skills:Expert at swimming, basic training in communications technologies, life-guard training
Starting Inventory:Remington 870 Riot Shotgun, Phone, Diving knife, Access to the Coast Guard's armory (in the form of a key)
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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(can we swear without censor? Cause some roleplays, swearing is allowed, but it is cenosered, while others no need for censors)
(I can't PM the...WORD, since everytime I try, my iPhone glitche out of safari. Stupid old thing...oh and somewhere in the first post, you misspelled a word. The last letter you set as a Z, but proper spelling would be S. I'm a grammar/spelling nazi, and I had to point it out)
Name: Chris 'Norman' Sam
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Military
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Average height. Wears a black trenchcoat covering gray hoodie, blue tshirt, and black jeans. Has a plastic mime mask painted black covering his face.Has spiky, jet black hair. Pale skin. His left eye is dark blue, like the deep end of the sea, while his right eye is red, permanently occluded from a past injury. Normal light hurts his right eye, so he keeps it covered by a strip of black cloth that encircles his head(think Kakashi, from naruto), but keeping his eye in the dark allow him to see -barely- in the dark(this is true, except it's my left eye that can see in the dark, but light hurts it, in reality. So usually I have my hood tilted, covering my left eye :P, so don't say this is ridicules!)
Personality: Cold hearted, and destructive, and will not hesitate to attempt murder if he doesn't know you, and/or ordered to. He has a soft side though. He will put himself in harms way for his friends.
Background: Chris was born and raised in Russia for the first 15 years of his life. For those fifteen years, his life was almost perfect. Almost. During that fateful day, on his fifteenth birthday, his father got Ina car crash, while everyone else was in the car as well. Only major injuries was his mother, as she became paralyzed, and Chris's right eye became permanently occluded. His left eye, the blue one, was the normal eye. His right eye, however, couldn't look into brightly light areas. He can see well in the dark with that eye, but during the day, it's usually closed.
His father, resenting himself, blaming himself, for harming his family, took his revolver, and shot himself point blank, right infront of the mother and Chris. The mother gave up on life, and begged Chris to put her out of her misery, so Chris finally couldn't watch his mother in this state, slit her throat. To this very day, chris hasnt used that revolver ever. Afterwards, Chris seemingly dissappeared off the face of the earth. The next four years, Chris worked as a mercenary, under the alias 'Norman'. He moved to the states when he was 20, to work as a police officer. He met and became friends with a woman, named rachel. She also lost a loved one, but not a directly related compared to the deaths he witnessed, and helped in. He has worked in the Strategic Response Unit for three years, then switched over to the military for more action when he was 23. He then trained as a rapid deployment soldier for the next two years.
Any skills: High accuracy, and drives like it's the Indy 500
Starting Inventory: FN FAL(three round select, scoped), revolver(5 bullets left. More info in background), a 9mm shell casing, inscribed with the words R.I.P. on it, military warehouse key.
Name: Rachel Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Police Force
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Black , should-length hair. Lightly tanned, average height. Drak green eyes, wears a red tubeshirt midriff, covered by a grey hoodie, and blue jeans.
Personality: Looks at things on the bright side, usually trying to get Chris to stop being so negative. Tries to resolve problems peacefully.
Background: A normal life. Friends, family. Rich. All that's a dream. Rachel was brought up in a middle classed family. She didn't have many friends, but many...'annoyances'. Mainly boys that were being cocky headed jerks. But when a nice boy came along, she went with him very quickly. Problem is, it's funny how life can take away happiness. Another bunch of guys got jealous. They jumped the two love birds, and knifed the boy to death. From that day on, Rachel tried as hard as she could to make life more fair, before other people's loved ones die as well. As she got older, she joined the police force, which is where she met, and befriended a man that everyone called Norman. A few years later, that man left the police force to join the military, but she still kept contact with him throughout the time.
(Well don't have a character 'yet' but going to follow the rules of OOC. Anyway I like this I'm going to take part in it, however not yet I want to wait for other people to jump aboard first. That doesn't mean I don't already have a character in mind. Anyway I got a question, what person do we need to write in i.e 'first person, third person'? I look forward to writing soon.)
What style you RP in is whatever you're most comfortable with. Thanks for asking!
((Seems like a pretty good RP. But, I have a question. Can I play a US soldier who was stationed in Iraq and so is currently fighting the zombies in Europe?))
Physical Description: tall. Black, short hair. Glasses; Harry Potter-y look. Average weight. Bright skin, blue eyes. Wears a black shirt and blue jeans.
Personality: shy, but very smart. A good interlocutor. He have British accent and British manners. When there's a problem he is to finds solutions and checks them, programmer style.
Background: John was born in London to a rich family. He was very good in math and languages, but his classmates used to beat him-usually one kid named Ed. and when he was 15 he started hacking. First it was for fun- hack into the teacher's computer to change his grade, but then he became serious. He sent a Trojan horse (a dangerous computer virus) to Ed's computer, and weak viruses to Ed's friends. Some weeks later, the father of one of Ed's friends, who was a computer engineer, discovered who sent the viruses and John was in trouble. His parents had to pay to Ed and his friends. The money wasn't the problem here- John was. John's relationship with his parents was broken from this day.
When he was 22 he decided to start a new beginning: he moved to the U.S to find a job as a programmer. He rent a flat with George, another British guy he met, at the queens. George already moved to manhattan but John still lives in his small flat at the Queens. He works in a company "ExoCom inc.", there he writes a programm that translates.
Any skills: computer skills, he knows many languages- English (British and American), French, and Spanish.
Mike has a short hair that is cut with a razor all over to add texture. The sides and back are purposely left deconstructed for a casual look, as he prefers messed rather than rightfully combed haircuts. Colored as black, seemingly a smooth hair, extending all the way to the start of his neck, combing as it's end to be standing. He has deep, dark brown eye color; nothing else to be noted and highlighted at his facial appearance. His neck has many scratches and wounds with dry-blood, due to his cat agressive behavior. Standing on 5'1", with tons of scratches around his legs and chest.
Mike wears a vivid blue jacket, hiding almost completely his face with the hood. He was wearing jeans in the same color of his jacket, as well his socks. To end his clothing set, Mike uses a Nike tennis; with stripes rounding it's bottom. It seems to be a little torn in the right, though.
Personality: Mike is your joker, he count unfunny jokes everytime and try to cheer up anyone that is sad. Although he look to be a little stupid, he is rather smart, knowing the right moments to do certain things. In the apocalypse, he is shy (by shy I mean don't talk to me or you'll die) and don't trust nobody but his sister. Mike act as a ruthless assassin, just to spant the zombies. He seem to be moved by his friends and family at first, but when feeling more comfortable he'll show his true Mike. The annoying, yet nice Mike.
Background:
Mike was born on Mississipi, both his mother and father worked at business. Upon recieving a great job proposal, they both, moved to Miami some days after his birth. As he grew, his life seemed to get better and better, his parents started accumulating money for savings, rather than just spending them on the city. When he was seven, he joined the school. By the time he was a disciplinar kid, always doing what is right and taking good grades. And as if it couldn't get better, his parents, both businessmen, made a great deal with a millionare company. After taking the money, the family pack up, ready to travel to France. However, the travel company tricked and sent them to NYC, and it was explained when a girl named Jacqueline claimed to be their daughter, from the mother old relationship. Why she was back, nobody knew.
Everything rolled perfectly, and with a new sister Mike seemed to feel more comfortable to annoy people, and started to create a funny personality. Seven years after, he was a complete 'clown', and his relationship with his sister was deeper than whenever. But, their parents separated after a fight due to Jacqueline's misterious appearance. After that, they lived with their mother at NYC, and some days after, everything rolled as nothing happened, because his mother strategically gave him a cat to play with. The cat was completely agressive, but even though he was the family's pet.
But that changed when they recieved news of Mike's father, that was living at China, and about the infection. How he was infected and murdered, and how the infection would inevitably reach them. The panic flowed among the oxygen, and a massive riot happened. After this, Mike had a dark personality, as he didn't accepted his father death.
Any Skills: Since his cat was pretty aggressive, Mike developed his agility so he could evade the cat's claws. Also, he has a great ability to resist at physical pain, being born as a natural gift. If you stab him, it'll feel as a strong scratch. If he even lost his arm, it would feel as a deep wound, but nothing else. Of course, the negative effects of this is how the blood loss could be immense (as people guess how serious the injure is by the pain it causes).
Weakness: Due to his joking personality, sometimes things can get serious and he won't care about. He can easily annoy people, and drive them mad. Also his 'pain endurace' is named as a gift, sometimes (almost all times) it has colleteral effects. Instead of enduring him from injures, it'll make him feel a deadly pain out of nowhere.
Starting Inventory: His cell phone, four cent coins and a deadly razor. He uses ther razor to cut enemy's necks, as it is such sharp as a battle knife. It is also useful to cut ropes and chains, but for some reason his weapon has a durability, which seem to lose usefulness as it is used. Since, some why, he used it a lot, it's near to be depleted.
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Name: Jacqueline De'vant (Holiday)
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Policewoman
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description:
Jacqueline has a curled ginger hair, going all the way to her shoulders. She seem to comb it perfectly, even though it doesn't seem to be a calm, soft looking hair. She has teal eye colors, and a thin, yet visible scar in her cheek. With a few freckles in her small, short nose, people continuously tells her about them, although it looks rather small wounds than freckles. Even though, she don't mind about it. Her height is about 5'5", don't dare to ask her weight; even though it isn't something that should be minded, as it's on the right weight for women in her age.
Personality: Although people say Jacqueline is docile, her real personality is a reserved and relaxed girl. She might show to be calm, but whenever she accumulates much stress she'll become terrible. Jacqueline can be sweet and nice whenever she wants, all based on her emotions. Overall, she is not evil nor deadly, a little agressive, but rather a woman that prefers to stay in her corner than be known by the whole world. What is right and wrong for society isn't her sense, as she takes her own parameters.
Jacqueline normally guards what passes through his mind about things around her, but it's easy to escape her thoughts. And mostly, those who escapes are bad ratings.
Background:
Jacqueline was born in USA, Pennsylvania, daughter of a business woman (Jackie Holiday) and a french (Pierre De'vant) store owner. When she was born, her parents had a discussion which ended in divorce. Then, the girl lived with her father, that named her like this to honor his grandmother. When her mother left to Mississipi, Pierre quickly knew about her new relationship. He worked hard at his feelings to don't mind, and forget her.
Jacqueline started going to kindergarten at the age of five, so the efforts of Pierre to forget Jackie wouldn't be witnessed by her. She was studious, however she had work hard to arrange B - C in the exams. Nothing pretty special happened until she was 15 years old, where Pierre was murdered in a theft on his store. Her reaction to that, besides to sadness and fright, was a decision. A decision she'd go to the greater city in the country to grow by herself. She became the store owner, and managed to obtain much money pretty quickly, faster than his father could even get. But then, a brilliant idea crossed her mind.
Somehow, Jacqueline discovered that the her mother would go to France and (somehow) conviced the company to trade the flight to NYC. She sold her shop and travelled to the city, waiting for her maternal family. Two days after she went to the city, her family finally appeared. She claimed to be their son, and after DNA exams, it was proved. Then, she lived as another Jackson. Reaching the age of 18, she decided work in something and applied to be a policewoman. She was accepted.
When she was 22, she had received news that her brother father was murdered at China, claimed to be a zombie. Within the proof that the virus would spread to NYC, the government gave to the NYPD special weapons, including pistols, shotgun, and for some elite soldiers, a special vampiric bullet-proof cloak. As she wasn't elite, she didn't recieved nothing.
Any Skills: She is fast-thinking and doesn't consider thinking before acting, sometime sparing many asses from death. She is also skilled with weapons (by weapons I mean a Glock).
Weakness: Anything that isn't listed above. Speed, melee fight, etc.
Starting Inventory: A Glock pistol, two magazines with 12 bullets, a Shotgun with 10 shells and her cop clothing. Also, some candy. Candy is good for cops.
Police get pump shotgun and pistol
AS and SI had to do in hurry. Sorry.Also, fixed the overpowers. Damn hurry is damned.
@Meritania you'll be accepted as soon as you re read the rules. there's something you forgot to do
@KF5AQX that's an interesting idea, but since this is my first rp, I'd like to keep it to new york so it's more manageable
@Mayahem I love how in depth your apps are but there are just a few problems. 1. NYC hasn't been overrun by zombies 2. I can't let you take liberties with the story like that (the cloaks) and 3. Your characters are a bit too bad-ass. Not that I don't want awsome characters, but they should start off more normal. This rp is about their descent into madness/bad-assery
Sorry, I was in rush by the time I've done my app. A friend called me while I was writing and in one minute I have done almost everything. I really didn't noticed what I did write, but I'll fix it.
Physical Description: Standard build about 6' had uneven black hair, a unshaven beard, had brown eyes, normaly wears jeans and clean (maybe) collar shirts. About normal physical fitness.
Personality: Not the best when it comes to social activities, has good intentions, intelligent
Backstory: Eric came from a small town in the state Colorado. After high school he was accepted into a techincal collage in Manhattan. After spending seven years in collage he has more dept then money. He doesn't get alot since he spends most of his time designing and doing homework. Due to distance and lack of money it is rare when Eric sees his family and few old friends. In terms of his home in Manhattan, it is a small three room apartment, the kitchen and living room acts as the same, a bathroom and a bedroom are the other two rooms. The kitchen and bathroom both have what you would expect. The bedroom has of course a bed, a nightstand and table. He uses the table to design and build or repair small objects. One if his greatest problems is losing things, a lot of the time he finds what was lost, other times not so much.
Any skills; Knowlege of any basic workshop machine, great spacial thinking, poor social skills, poor at organizing.
Starting Invintory: pencils, drafting paper, basic hand tools, old radio.
((So, no US soldier in Iraq? Nuts. I'm better in RPs if I'm off by myself with lots of enemies. I don't interact with others very well. Maybe I could have been stationed there, and came back on leave, so I know about the virus and how to fight it?))
@KF5AQX I guess that would work, so long as you don't make yourself too overpowered. Like you were pulled out before it got completely overrun so you've killed a few, but not an expert.
Occupation: (i.e. Police, Military, Doctor, Student, Other): Student/Therapist Aid (Helps them do their job, only part professional therapist knowledge, needs to aid to finish school for the experience.)
Location: (Automatically NYC, specify what borough): Brooklyn
Physical Description: Around 5' 7" 160lbs. Brown hair that's short almost a buzz cut, small amount of facial hair, just barely noticeable. Always wears shorts and a T-Shirt, unless it's below 20 degrees outside then he wears some pants over his shorts until he gets to wear hes going. Blue eyes with a bit of yellow around the pupil. Pretty active (walks just about every where).
Personality: A very good people person, keeps them calm when in a tough situation. Very intelligent, a lot book smart and only a little street smart. Nice, but when he gets angry his downfall is taking it out on inanimate objects (Chairs, books, TV, etc.). Great leader, OCD when it comes down to the alignment of something (If a speaker was at a 95 degree angle from a wall he'd make it 90 to be even).
Background: (At least a paragraph): Zach a nice childhood in the middle class in Georgia and a not so bad teenage era in Wisconsin. After graduating highschool in a smaller town in Wisconsin near Michigan he got accepted into a Therapist specializing college in Brooklyn. Not being very fond of the city life he doesn't like it in the big apple very much, but he is slowly getting used to it, and even starting to like it a little. Zach isn't in need of money, but could do with a little extra, his parents paid for school but he's living paycheck to paycheck to stay in his apartment).
Any skills: (i.e. knows how to pilot aircraft, basic mechanic skills...): Knows how to drive a gear-shift (Ya funny thing but hey could come in handy!) Basic karate skills. Good with computers, and with most electronics. Can fix small problems with cars.
Starting Inventory:(Police get pump shotgun and pistol, Military get either assault rifle of sniper rifle): Backpack, paper, pens, pencils, run-down car, and a pocket knife (Gift from his dad when he left for college).
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Matt Marapose(mnm95)
Name: Matt Marapose
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Occupation: Civilian
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: 6', Brown hair, Green eyes, Wears Jeans, and an open button up shirt.
Personality: Relatively easygoing, Hate's seeing the weak picked on by the strong.
Background:
Matt has had a pretty average life for a middle class white kid. His parents are divorced, his mom living in Pennsylvania. His father is in the armed forces, and is stationed in Washington D.C. In one of many squads protecting the president. Currently he lives with his Uncle Joe, who has gone a little senile. Because of this, Matt is very independent. He is sometimes very frustrated with how average his life is, and run track to let off steam.
Any skills: Runs track- Can run fast/ long
Starting Inventory: Cell phone, Wallet, Car Keys, Watch
Geoffrey Meyers (Mnm95)
Name: Geoffrey (Jeff) Meyers
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Occupation: Police
Location: The Bronx
Physical Description:5'9, Blonde buzz cut hair, clean shaven, strong build.
Personality: Enthusiastic, eager to prove himself.
Background: Growing up in the slums, he experienced a traumatic event when he was only 12. His best friend was found dead in the park down the street from his house. This prompted his family to move to a better neighborhood, but his friend's death shook him. From that moment onward, he knew he was going to be a police officer. Fresh out of the academy, he's a rookie, with something to prove.
Any skills: Normal cop skills...
Starting Inventory: Glock 19 (9mm), Pepper spray, Handcuffs, Police radio, Cruiser keys, Key to weapons locker
Chris 'Norman' Sam (kimi)
Name: Chris 'Norman' Sam
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Military
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Average height. Wears a black trenchcoat covering gray hoodie, blue tshirt, and black jeans. Has a plastic mime mask painted black covering his face.Has spiky, jet black hair. Pale skin. His left eye is dark blue, like the deep end of the sea, while his right eye is red, permanently occluded from a past injury. Normal light hurts his right eye, so he keeps it covered by a strip of black cloth that encircles his head(think Kakashi, from naruto), but keeping his eye in the dark allow him to see -barely- in the dark(this is true, except it's my left eye that can see in the dark, but light hurts it, in reality. So usually I have my hood tilted, covering my left eye , so don't say this is ridicules!)
Personality: Cold hearted, and destructive, and will not hesitate to attempt murder if he doesn't know you, and/or ordered to. He has a soft side though. He will put himself in harms way for his friends.
Background: Chris was born and raised in Russia for the first 15 years of his life. For those fifteen years, his life was almost perfect. Almost. During that fateful day, on his fifteenth birthday, his father got Ina car crash, while everyone else was in the car as well. Only major injuries was his mother, as she became paralyzed, and Chris's right eye became permanently occluded. His left eye, the blue one, was the normal eye. His right eye, however, couldn't look into brightly light areas. He can see well in the dark with that eye, but during the day, it's usually closed.
His father, resenting himself, blaming himself, for harming his family, took his revolver, and shot himself point blank, right infront of the mother and Chris. The mother gave up on life, and begged Chris to put her out of her misery, so Chris finally couldn't watch his mother in this state, slit her throat. To this very day, chris hasnt used that revolver ever. Afterwards, Chris seemingly dissappeared off the face of the earth. The next four years, Chris worked as a mercenary, under the alias 'Norman'. He moved to the states when he was 20, to work as a police officer. He met and became friends with a woman, named rachel. She also lost a loved one, but not a directly related compared to the deaths he witnessed, and helped in. He has worked in the Strategic Response Unit for three years, then switched over to the military for more action when he was 23. He then trained as a rapid deployment soldier for the next two years.
Any skills: High accuracy, and drives like it's the Indy 500
Starting Inventory: FN FAL(three round select, scoped), revolver(5 bullets left. More info in background), a 9mm shell casing, inscribed with the words R.I.P. on it, military warehouse key.
Rachel Smith (kimi)
Name: Rachel Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Police Force
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Black , should-length hair. Lightly tanned, average height. Drak green eyes, wears a red tubeshirt midriff, covered by a grey hoodie, and blue jeans.
Personality: Looks at things on the bright side, usually trying to get Chris to stop being so negative. Tries to resolve problems peacefully.
Background: A normal life. Friends, family. Rich. All that's a dream. Rachel was brought up in a middle classed family. She didn't have many friends, but many...'annoyances'. Mainly boys that were being cocky headed jerks. But when a nice boy came along, she went with him very quickly. Problem is, it's funny how life can take away happiness. Another bunch of guys got jealous. They jumped the two love birds, and knifed the boy to death. From that day on, Rachel tried as hard as she could to make life more fair, before other people's loved ones die as well. As she got older, she joined the police force, which is where she met, and befriended a man that everyone called Norman. A few years later, that man left the police force to join the military, but she still kept contact with him throughout the time.
Any skills: Lockpick
Starting Inventory: Glock 20, and a bobbypin.
John Woodlean (N-Man)
Name: Jonathan (John) Woodlean
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: programmer
Location: Queens
Physical Description: tall. Black, short hair. Glasses; Harry Potter-y look. Average weight. Bright skin, blue eyes. Wears a black shirt and blue jeans.
Personality: shy, but very smart. A good interlocutor. He have British accent and British manners. When there's a problem he is to finds solutions and checks them, programmer style.
Background: John was born in London to a rich family. He was very good in math and languages, but his classmates used to beat him-usually one kid named Ed. and when he was 15 he started hacking. First it was for fun- hack into the teacher's computer to change his grade, but then he became serious. He sent a Trojan horse (a dangerous computer virus) to Ed's computer, and weak viruses to Ed's friends. Some weeks later, the father of one of Ed's friends, who was a computer engineer, discovered who sent the viruses and John was in trouble. His parents had to pay to Ed and his friends. The money wasn't the problem here- John was. John's relationship with his parents was broken from this day.
When he was 22 he decided to start a new beginning: he moved to the U.S to find a job as a programmer. He rent a flat with George, another British guy he met, at the queens. George already moved to manhattan but John still lives in his small flat at the Queens. He works in a company "ExoCom inc.", there he writes a programm that translates.
Any skills: computer skills, he knows many languages- English (British and American), French, and Spanish.
Starting Inventory: a laptop, keys, and a wallet.
Zach Ebeyer (starfox1o1)
Name: Zach Ebeyer
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Student/Therapist Aid (Helps them do their job, only part professional therapist knowledge, needs to aid to finish school for the experience.)
Location:Brooklyn
Physical Description: Around 5' 7" 160lbs. Brown hair that's short almost a buzz cut, small amount of facial hair, just barely noticeable. Always wears shorts and a T-Shirt, unless it's below 20 degrees outside then he wears some pants over his shorts until he gets to wear hes going. Blue eyes with a bit of yellow around the pupil. Pretty active (walks just about every where).
Personality: A very good people person, keeps them calm when in a tough situation. Very intelligent, a lot book smart and only a little street smart. Nice, but when he gets angry his downfall is taking it out on inanimate objects (Chairs, books, TV, etc.). Great leader, OCD when it comes down to the alignment of something (If a speaker was at a 95 degree angle from a wall he'd make it 90 to be even).
Background: : Zach a nice childhood in the middle class in Georgia and a not so bad teenage era in Wisconsin. After graduating highschool in a smaller town in Wisconsin near Michigan he got accepted into a Therapist specializing college in Brooklyn. Not being very fond of the city life he doesn't like it in the big apple very much, but he is slowly getting used to it, and even starting to like it a little. Zach isn't in need of money, but could do with a little extra, his parents paid for school but he's living paycheck to paycheck to stay in his apartment).
Any skills: Knows how to drive a gear-shift (Ya funny thing but hey could come in handy!) Basic karate skills. Good with computers, and with most electronics. Can fix small problems with cars.
Starting Inventory: Backpack, paper, pens, pencils, run-down car, and a pocket knife (Gift from his dad when he left for college).
Kevin Stunt (Matty_the_Llama_pig)
Name: Kevin Stunt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Works at a local pub
Location: I'm from England IRL, so I'm gonna go with Manhattan considering it's the one I know the most about, so anyway Kevin is in Manhattan
Physical Description: Kevin is fairly muscly due to 6 months of hard work at the gym, when he was at college he was quite overweight and when he left he desired to ditch the fat and start working out. Kevin has light blue eyes and long, messy hair that clumps on top of his head. He is unshaven, so he has a huge beard that covers the lower side of his face. He is about 6 foot 2.
Personality: Kevin is a heavy alcoholic with a 'I don't need anyone but myself' attitude. He has never really liked anyone because he focuses on minor flaws and brings out the negativity in everything, but he has a daughter from a one night stand that he loves truly and wants to see. He also loves his motorbike in which he sold a car for and he rides it everywhere. So if you can't find Kevin you'll most likely find him drunk on the floor in an alley.
Background: Kevin had grown up in Manhattan with his parents, but he didn't really get a proper childhood. His father was a drug dealer and even though he earnt some good money from it he spent all the money on himself and Kevin's mother. He never got anything except for 2 drab meals a day and the bed he slept in. So Kevin inherited a dark mind which lead him to not trust another living soul, if his parents didn't love him, who would? Kevin's father died when he was 18 (Kevin, his dad) and just as he was about to leave the house forever. Kevin and his mother buried him in the backyard and then his mother left in haste, unable to live on her own with her rejected son.
So Kevin got the house and stayed there for 2 years before joining the army for 4. He learned valuable life skills and how to use a gun, but just as he was almost about to rank out of the private section, Kevin decided he didn't want to be in the army, and he would decide what to do with the rest of his life back home. As a parting gift his squadron left him a huge state of the art hunting knife, and a pistol with a rucksack full of bullets. Kevin stored the two in an iron cupboard, pondering whether he'd ever have to use them...
Any skills: Advanced weaponry skills from his army training, he knows how to use a gun and melee weapons quite well. He also knows the ins and outs of booze, like how to light bottles and use the liquid in special ways.
Starting Inventory: Large state of the art hunting knife with extendable blade, reinforced handle and a button to get the knife out of flesh. A pistol with a rucksack full of ammo.
Linus Reece (Sonronv25)
Name: Linus Reece
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Private eye
Location: Brooklyn
Physical Description: Medium built, Caucasian. Has short, brownish hair, a clean-shaven face, and hazel eyes. Wears a black jacket with white sleeves and a plain, dark-green T-Shirt underneath. Also sports blue jeans and grey rubber shoes.
Personality: Cold and calculative, Linus thinks more than he acts; but when he acts he moves with a purpose. Losses of loved ones in the past have given Linus less to lose, and less to live about. However, he would never allow himself to die unless absolutely necessary; he believes that committing suicide is a weak-minded man's escape. Man shouldn't let death come to them until the time is right.
He has little friends, but he knows several people in the police force because of his occupation. His clients, he remembers but never really considers them his friends. He thinks that emotional attachments are distractions, but deep down he yearns to care for others and be cared by others.
Background: Born and raised in Brooklyn. He lived a fairly uneventful life until the later years. He had an older brother and a younger sister, but the 3 of them usually took care of each other as their parents were always busy trying to get food on their table. His elder brother was their father-figure through most of their childhood years.
During his high-school years, he had a girlfriend. However, his relationship didn't last when he learned that the girl had just been manipulating him for her own personal reasons. What added insult to injury was the fact that his so-called "friends" at the time were aware of it and never said anything to him, he became kind of anti-social for a few years after that.
When he turned 21, he was a more sociable person, but he vowed to never grow close to another again. He had earned a living as a private-eye; he had always been interested in criminology and decided to pursue it. Although he is something of an amateur, he has had several clients and has even worked in unison with the police on some occasions.
Things seemed to be looking up for him, until that one night.
He had received a a worried call from his younger sister about being stalked by an unknown man. His older brother had also been notified and the two stayed together while Linus looked into it. He had not gotten very far, but he had gained some leads when he decided to visit the two of them. When he found their home surrounded by police cars. Fearing the worst, he spoke to the inspector about what happened. Apparently, someone broke into the house, brutally killed his brother, and raped his sister before killing her as well. Linus swore revenge on the criminal world after that.
Eventually, the perpetrator was caught and imprisoned, but Linus believed that justice could never be served now that the victims were dead. He still continues with his job, but with a stronger passion ever since the death of his siblings.
Any skills: He knows how to fire a handgun from time in the shooting range. He also has good logical and reasoning skills and experience with detective work. He has good stamina, but average strength.
Starting Inventory: A Glock handgun with only one magazine of ammunition, he uses it for emergency situations. A swiss army knife. A cellphone with the numbers of a few police officers and some old clients, almost never used unless he really needs to contact them.
Dan Harrison (Teh_Catface)
Name:Daniel (Dan) Harrison
Gender Male
Age:19
Occupation: Student (college)
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Tall, about 6 feet to be exact, small scar next to his left eye, intense brown eyes, pointed nose, brown hair, thick eyebrows, slightly above average weight, almost always wears his red flannel jacket and jeans, long fingers, large feet held by black sneakers, and broad shoulders.
Personality: Sarcastic most of the times, always carries his iPod around, mostly listening to http://www.youtube.c...h?v=3mDWzu5yxLg and alt rock, plays the bass, wants to be in a big band eventually, wants to learn multiple types of art, including music, painting, and 3d computer modeling, has a country accent, isn't that book smart, and he likes history, to him, it's our origin, and he wants to learn about that as well (But unfortunately, he's not good at memorizing it).
Background: (At least a paragraph) Dan lived in the Sierra Nevada's his whole life, namely, Calaveras county in California. He never got an effective education, and eventually turned away from school, as he felt useless there. He turned to the arts, mainly guitar. For a while he practiced on acoustic guitars, until he saved enough money to buy a bass. He immediately fell in love with the instrument and practiced with it every day. He also dabbled in painting and mosaics. By the time he was graduating High School, he was in a small rock band, they all sent some of their music to an art college in Georgia, hoping to get scholarships, as their parents couldn't pay, but none of them got in, except for Dan, who sent not only his bass riffs, but some of his paintings, as well as his favorite mosaic.
After getting into the college, Dan stayed in touch with his friends across the country, and learned song writing, the band stayed together by emailing each-other song ideas and riffs and recordings of their parts, putting things together. In his college, Dan thrived, he met new friends and started playing a bit of sports for the first time in his life. After a while, he ended up being a good runner, and his skin toughened up after sliding on the ground so often to get to Home base.
Once the reports started showing up of zombies, or infected as the news reports called them, Dan started to feel paranoid, and instead of going home on spring break, he drove to Manhattan, because there's safety in numbers, right? As he got more and more paranoid, he started to bring his baseball bat everywhere he went. As the rp starts, Dan will be sleeping in a Manhattan hotel.
Any skills: nothing useful in a zombie apocalypse, aside from minor mechanical know-how.
Starting Inventory: baseball bat, bass guitar, warm clothing, paint set, iPod, and an iPod charger.
Jarod Washington (Teh_Catface)
Name: Jarod Washington
Gender: male
Age: 27
Occupation: former military officer, current bum.
Location: Manhattan.
Physical Description: Tall, lean, strong, dark skinned, has a New York accent, hair naturally curly black, but he prefers to keep it a buzz cut, tattered clothing, hawkish facial features, narrow shoulders, large brown eyes, and small feet compared to the rest of his body.
Personality: Jarod is a very serious man. He doesn't often laugh or smile. He doesn't like to talk about his time in the Military, tries to hold onto any friends he has, sometimes spends starry nights on the ocean to clear his head, has a very strategic mindset (aka, he's very good at turning bad situations into good ones), and he wants to go to California some day to try to get some professional money, as he calls it (not money that begged for).
Background: Jarod used to be very joking and funny, that is, until he provoked a knife fight with his sarcastic humor. One 14 year old kid got killed, and forever burned into his memory was the child's final screams. After that incident, Jarod started failing in school, he always thought of the boy and started crying. He often cried himself to sleep at his desk. He eventually started getting held back, 3 years, he missed 3 years of freedom. At 18, Jarod dropped out of high school.
He looked around for a job for a long time, about 6 months, when he decided to kill people who deserved it. He spent another 6 months in boot camp before being deployed into Iraq, where he spent several years as a Marine, he eventually got to be a high ranking officer. He planned attacks and stayed around the base.
When he got back home, he didn't know what to do with himself. He took the money he had earned with the army and tried to learn his favorite instrument as a kid, bongos. Eventually, he became quite talented, and when a small band of bongos, guitars, and flutes showed up in Manhattan, he signed up quicker than you could say, "hello, my name is Jarod"
He spent several more years in this group. When they started to run out of money, Jarod and several other band members were booted from the group. He called it a stupid fire, they fired people who did their job well, they could've fired their not so great players and lowered the other's paychecks. Jarod then spent several months searching for jobs, when he finally decided to start begging for money, he saw Andy, who had a similar situation. They started playing on the streets together. Getting whatever money they could.
Over time, both the men's clothes started to tatter from sleeping on the asphalt streets. They started getting only one meal a day. Jarod didn't want to get fat from all of the Carl's Junior and McDonalds they ate, so he and Andy started to do push ups and crunches before sleeping.
Then they met Dan, it was nice to have another friend, especially one who has money. But once Jarod found that Dan was just on spring break, he got discouraged, sad almost, that his new friend was leaving in a week or two.
((sorry for a couple short paragraphs, I couldn't think of anything else to put in those :*())
Any skills: knows how to shoot a gun, can perform under pressure, and has minor mechanical know how.
Starting Inventory: bongos, and a dirty bowler hat
Sylvester Morani (Averagejoe18)
Name: Sylvester Morani (Moh-rohn-EE)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Occupation: Undercover Criminal (If times are tough) - Office Clerk (Real job)
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Tanned slightly liked a baked potato, five feet and six inches, slightly buffed to the point of a two-pack and small yet powerful muscles, very clean shaven and little hair. Small amounts of brown hair left combed off to the right to look professional. Blue eyes, thick eyebrows and a smallish nose. Overall he looks like the kind of person you wouldn't expect to be an undercover criminal. Normally wears dress pants and a white shirt with a black tie formally and jeans and a blazer with plaid shirt informally.
Personality: Moderately silent, but opens up to friends and people he can trust, is quite kind to people even if he hates them but will back-stab those he doesn't like. To family he is a saint and will devote his life to protect them, even risking his (which explains while he'll rob to provide for his wife) and to dear friends he's like a brother.
Background: Sylvester grew up a to a blue-collared family that made a living off of mechanical working and engineering, and his father taught him mathematics at an early age and showed him to his "further career" as an engineer. Instead of picking up the wrench he enjoyed having fun making mischief and broke his neighbour's windows several times and soon developed hearing issues, which was solved by his father he selflessly splurged on hearing aids. He was smart but hid it in school and was regarded as the "bad kid." Later in his high school years he picked up his grades to a 75% average in applied and breezed into college where he got some basic administration education and became a clerk in the office. He had pretty good relations with his boss and co-workers and engaged a certain go-fer that soon became his wife. He was always fascinated with criminals and wanted to be the Joker, not the Spider-Man and did undercover jobs as a criminal, much to the chagrin of his wife who despite not liking it, appreciated his care and risk and grew to appreciate it.
Any skills: Lock-picking, Melee Weaponry, Driving, Hearing (Is prematurely deaf, has a hearing aid) Mathematics (Is quite intelligent for his demeanour) and People Skills (Can convince people and is street-smart)
Starting Inventory: Swiss Army Knife (Uses it for lockpicking) Can of Beans (Just in case he feels hungry on the run) Crowbar (Auxiliary weapon) Lighter, Cigarettes and a Photo of his Wife.
Drake Stone (YayMarco)
Name : Drake Stone
Gender : Male
Age : Twenty Four
Occupation : Ex-High School Baseball Superstar / Freelance Photographer
Location : Manhattan, NYC
Physical Description : Black hair. Green eyes, 1.8M tall. Slim/Strong body build. Wears a white t-shirt and a black jacket on the outside. Grey/Black fit jeans. Slight facial hair.
Personality : Doesn't like to lead, but can when required to. Active, likes to go for jogs every now and then. He's calm and quiet, likes to keep things to himself. Does not drink alcohol or anything toxic/harmful to the body (drugs, beer etc.). He is intelligent, not a genius, but intelligent. Loves reading books, makes him feel relaxed. He is devoted to anything that he is set to do.
Background : Drake was born in Queensland, Australia in 1987. In 2003 Drake moved to San Francisco, after having problems with his parents in Australia. He lived with his godparents, his uncle and aunt in San Francisco. In the same year, Drake went to High School and started playing Baseball. He had a talent for hitting the ball accurately and strongly. He was noticed by many, and quickly gained popularity and fame. When Drake was 18, he was offered two choices. The choices were, 1.) To head on to become a Pro Baseball Player, 2.) Continue on to university. Drake made the decision, to continue on to University. Soon after he realized the choice he made was the wrong one. He dropped out of University due to paying funds, and also due to the fact that University was too tough. He dropped out of University at the age of 20, and he has been a Freelance Photographer ever since, working for different media companies. He earns enough to fund himself. He still plays Baseball for fun and pleasure. He moved to Manhattan, New York at the age of 22, and has lived there ever since.
Skills : Throws well. Has a huge amount of stamina, hence being able to run for a long time. Knows how to handle a weapon. Great artistic skills, photographs all the time. Hits things well with a Baseball bat. A good leader. Thinks psychologically.
Starting Inventory : Baseball Bat, Camera and a Hunting Knife.
Luke Fetrey (Kazar14)
Name: Luke Fetrey
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Occupation: Civilian
Location: Bronx
Physical description: Messy black hair, dark blue jacket, brown eyes, white type, average body size, 1.7m tall, grey jeans
Personality: Normally bored, doesnt really think about anyone except friends and self
Background: Luke lives alone and has done so since he had a divorce with his wife, Emily Jousat/Fetrey. When they were together they had 1 kid called Joe, but he lives with Emily now. Luke made a few friends at the local pub but some moved away to different areas or countries. Luke was raised by his aunt and uncle since his mum was killed in a car crash and his dad moved to England when Luke was 8. He made a few childhood friends and still has 1 friend from school, Alfie Quedan. He trained for hours at a time in baseball, one of his favourite subjects at school.
Any skills: Fast runner, sharp sight, expert at baseball
Starting inventory: Baseball bat, wristwatch, water bottle
(I can't PM the...WORD, since everytime I try, my iPhone glitche out of safari. Stupid old thing...oh and somewhere in the first post, you misspelled a word. The last letter you set as a Z, but proper spelling would be S. I'm a grammar/spelling nazi, and I had to point it out)
Name: Chris 'Norman' Sam
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Military
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Average height. Wears a black trenchcoat covering gray hoodie, blue tshirt, and black jeans. Has a plastic mime mask painted black covering his face.Has spiky, jet black hair. Pale skin. His left eye is dark blue, like the deep end of the sea, while his right eye is red, permanently occluded from a past injury. Normal light hurts his right eye, so he keeps it covered by a strip of black cloth that encircles his head(think Kakashi, from naruto), but keeping his eye in the dark allow him to see -barely- in the dark(this is true, except it's my left eye that can see in the dark, but light hurts it, in reality. So usually I have my hood tilted, covering my left eye :P, so don't say this is ridicules!)
Personality: Cold hearted, and destructive, and will not hesitate to attempt murder if he doesn't know you, and/or ordered to. He has a soft side though. He will put himself in harms way for his friends.
Background: Chris was born and raised in Russia for the first 15 years of his life. For those fifteen years, his life was almost perfect. Almost. During that fateful day, on his fifteenth birthday, his father got Ina car crash, while everyone else was in the car as well. Only major injuries was his mother, as she became paralyzed, and Chris's right eye became permanently occluded. His left eye, the blue one, was the normal eye. His right eye, however, couldn't look into brightly light areas. He can see well in the dark with that eye, but during the day, it's usually closed.
His father, resenting himself, blaming himself, for harming his family, took his revolver, and shot himself point blank, right infront of the mother and Chris. The mother gave up on life, and begged Chris to put her out of her misery, so Chris finally couldn't watch his mother in this state, slit her throat. To this very day, chris hasnt used that revolver ever. Afterwards, Chris seemingly dissappeared off the face of the earth. The next four years, Chris worked as a mercenary, under the alias 'Norman'. He moved to the states when he was 20, to work as a police officer. He met and became friends with a woman, named rachel. She also lost a loved one, but not a directly related compared to the deaths he witnessed, and helped in. He has worked in the Strategic Response Unit for three years, then switched over to the military for more action when he was 23. He then trained as a rapid deployment soldier for the next two years.
Any skills: High accuracy, and drives like it's the Indy 500
Starting Inventory: FN FAL(three round select, scoped), revolver(5 bullets left. More info in background), a 9mm shell casing, inscribed with the words R.I.P. on it, military warehouse key.
Name: Rachel Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Police Force
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Black , should-length hair. Lightly tanned, average height. Drak green eyes, wears a red tubeshirt midriff, covered by a grey hoodie, and blue jeans.
Personality: Looks at things on the bright side, usually trying to get Chris to stop being so negative. Tries to resolve problems peacefully.
Background: A normal life. Friends, family. Rich. All that's a dream. Rachel was brought up in a middle classed family. She didn't have many friends, but many...'annoyances'. Mainly boys that were being cocky headed jerks. But when a nice boy came along, she went with him very quickly. Problem is, it's funny how life can take away happiness. Another bunch of guys got jealous. They jumped the two love birds, and knifed the boy to death. From that day on, Rachel tried as hard as she could to make life more fair, before other people's loved ones die as well. As she got older, she joined the police force, which is where she met, and befriended a man that everyone called Norman. A few years later, that man left the police force to join the military, but she still kept contact with him throughout the time.
Any skills: Lockpick
Starting Inventory: Glock 20, and a bobbypin.
Once we get a few more people you can start roleplaying.
What style you RP in is whatever you're most comfortable with. Thanks for asking!
(Ok then thanks for answering. Going to get my character up soon but, don't have time now I gotta run soon. So I'll write the bio later tonight.)
Name: Jonathan (call me John) woodlean
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: programmer
Location: Queens
Physical Description: tall. Black, short hair. Glasses; Harry Potter-y look. Average weight. Bright skin, blue eyes. Wears a black shirt and blue jeans.
Personality: shy, but very smart. A good interlocutor. He have British accent and British manners. When there's a problem he is to finds solutions and checks them, programmer style.
Background: John was born in London to a rich family. He was very good in math and languages, but his classmates used to beat him-usually one kid named Ed. and when he was 15 he started hacking. First it was for fun- hack into the teacher's computer to change his grade, but then he became serious. He sent a Trojan horse (a dangerous computer virus) to Ed's computer, and weak viruses to Ed's friends. Some weeks later, the father of one of Ed's friends, who was a computer engineer, discovered who sent the viruses and John was in trouble. His parents had to pay to Ed and his friends. The money wasn't the problem here- John was. John's relationship with his parents was broken from this day.
When he was 22 he decided to start a new beginning: he moved to the U.S to find a job as a programmer. He rent a flat with George, another British guy he met, at the queens. George already moved to manhattan but John still lives in his small flat at the Queens. He works in a company "ExoCom inc.", there he writes a programm that translates.
Any skills: computer skills, he knows many languages- English (British and American), French, and Spanish.
Starting Inventory: a laptop, keys, and a wallet.
Click it. Now.
Name: Mike Jackson (Holiday)
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Occupation: Student
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description:
Mike has a short hair that is cut with a razor all over to add texture. The sides and back are purposely left deconstructed for a casual look, as he prefers messed rather than rightfully combed haircuts. Colored as black, seemingly a smooth hair, extending all the way to the start of his neck, combing as it's end to be standing. He has deep, dark brown eye color; nothing else to be noted and highlighted at his facial appearance. His neck has many scratches and wounds with dry-blood, due to his cat agressive behavior. Standing on 5'1", with tons of scratches around his legs and chest.
Mike wears a vivid blue jacket, hiding almost completely his face with the hood. He was wearing jeans in the same color of his jacket, as well his socks. To end his clothing set, Mike uses a Nike tennis; with stripes rounding it's bottom. It seems to be a little torn in the right, though.
Personality: Mike is your joker, he count unfunny jokes everytime and try to cheer up anyone that is sad. Although he look to be a little stupid, he is rather smart, knowing the right moments to do certain things. In the apocalypse, he is shy (by shy I mean don't talk to me or you'll die) and don't trust nobody but his sister. Mike act as a ruthless assassin, just to spant the zombies. He seem to be moved by his friends and family at first, but when feeling more comfortable he'll show his true Mike. The annoying, yet nice Mike.
Background:
Mike was born on Mississipi, both his mother and father worked at business. Upon recieving a great job proposal, they both, moved to Miami some days after his birth. As he grew, his life seemed to get better and better, his parents started accumulating money for savings, rather than just spending them on the city. When he was seven, he joined the school. By the time he was a disciplinar kid, always doing what is right and taking good grades. And as if it couldn't get better, his parents, both businessmen, made a great deal with a millionare company. After taking the money, the family pack up, ready to travel to France. However, the travel company tricked and sent them to NYC, and it was explained when a girl named Jacqueline claimed to be their daughter, from the mother old relationship. Why she was back, nobody knew.
Everything rolled perfectly, and with a new sister Mike seemed to feel more comfortable to annoy people, and started to create a funny personality. Seven years after, he was a complete 'clown', and his relationship with his sister was deeper than whenever. But, their parents separated after a fight due to Jacqueline's misterious appearance. After that, they lived with their mother at NYC, and some days after, everything rolled as nothing happened, because his mother strategically gave him a cat to play with. The cat was completely agressive, but even though he was the family's pet.
But that changed when they recieved news of Mike's father, that was living at China, and about the infection. How he was infected and murdered, and how the infection would inevitably reach them. The panic flowed among the oxygen, and a massive riot happened. After this, Mike had a dark personality, as he didn't accepted his father death.
Any Skills: Since his cat was pretty aggressive, Mike developed his agility so he could evade the cat's claws. Also, he has a great ability to resist at physical pain, being born as a natural gift. If you stab him, it'll feel as a strong scratch. If he even lost his arm, it would feel as a deep wound, but nothing else. Of course, the negative effects of this is how the blood loss could be immense (as people guess how serious the injure is by the pain it causes).
Weakness: Due to his joking personality, sometimes things can get serious and he won't care about. He can easily annoy people, and drive them mad. Also his 'pain endurace' is named as a gift, sometimes (almost all times) it has colleteral effects. Instead of enduring him from injures, it'll make him feel a deadly pain out of nowhere.
Starting Inventory: His cell phone, four cent coins and a deadly razor. He uses ther razor to cut enemy's necks, as it is such sharp as a battle knife. It is also useful to cut ropes and chains, but for some reason his weapon has a durability, which seem to lose usefulness as it is used. Since, some why, he used it a lot, it's near to be depleted.
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Name: Jacqueline De'vant (Holiday)
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Policewoman
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description:
Jacqueline has a curled ginger hair, going all the way to her shoulders. She seem to comb it perfectly, even though it doesn't seem to be a calm, soft looking hair. She has teal eye colors, and a thin, yet visible scar in her cheek. With a few freckles in her small, short nose, people continuously tells her about them, although it looks rather small wounds than freckles. Even though, she don't mind about it. Her height is about 5'5", don't dare to ask her weight; even though it isn't something that should be minded, as it's on the right weight for women in her age.
Personality: Although people say Jacqueline is docile, her real personality is a reserved and relaxed girl. She might show to be calm, but whenever she accumulates much stress she'll become terrible. Jacqueline can be sweet and nice whenever she wants, all based on her emotions. Overall, she is not evil nor deadly, a little agressive, but rather a woman that prefers to stay in her corner than be known by the whole world. What is right and wrong for society isn't her sense, as she takes her own parameters.
Jacqueline normally guards what passes through his mind about things around her, but it's easy to escape her thoughts. And mostly, those who escapes are bad ratings.
Background:
Jacqueline was born in USA, Pennsylvania, daughter of a business woman (Jackie Holiday) and a french (Pierre De'vant) store owner. When she was born, her parents had a discussion which ended in divorce. Then, the girl lived with her father, that named her like this to honor his grandmother. When her mother left to Mississipi, Pierre quickly knew about her new relationship. He worked hard at his feelings to don't mind, and forget her.
Jacqueline started going to kindergarten at the age of five, so the efforts of Pierre to forget Jackie wouldn't be witnessed by her. She was studious, however she had work hard to arrange B - C in the exams. Nothing pretty special happened until she was 15 years old, where Pierre was murdered in a theft on his store. Her reaction to that, besides to sadness and fright, was a decision. A decision she'd go to the greater city in the country to grow by herself. She became the store owner, and managed to obtain much money pretty quickly, faster than his father could even get. But then, a brilliant idea crossed her mind.
Somehow, Jacqueline discovered that the her mother would go to France and (somehow) conviced the company to trade the flight to NYC. She sold her shop and travelled to the city, waiting for her maternal family. Two days after she went to the city, her family finally appeared. She claimed to be their son, and after DNA exams, it was proved. Then, she lived as another Jackson. Reaching the age of 18, she decided work in something and applied to be a policewoman. She was accepted.
When she was 22, she had received news that her brother father was murdered at China, claimed to be a zombie. Within the proof that the virus would spread to NYC, the government gave to the NYPD special weapons, including pistols, shotgun, and for some elite soldiers, a special vampiric bullet-proof cloak. As she wasn't elite, she didn't recieved nothing.
Any Skills: She is fast-thinking and doesn't consider thinking before acting, sometime sparing many asses from death. She is also skilled with weapons (by weapons I mean a Glock).
Weakness: Anything that isn't listed above. Speed, melee fight, etc.
Starting Inventory: A Glock pistol, two magazines with 12 bullets, a Shotgun with 10 shells and her cop clothing. Also, some candy. Candy is good for cops.
AS and SI had to do in hurry. Sorry. Also, fixed the overpowers. Damn hurry is damned.
EDIT: Wtf is wrong with my post? Coded? Lolol
@Meritania you'll be accepted as soon as you re read the rules. there's something you forgot to do
@KF5AQX that's an interesting idea, but since this is my first rp, I'd like to keep it to new york so it's more manageable
@Mayahem I love how in depth your apps are but there are just a few problems. 1. NYC hasn't been overrun by zombies 2. I can't let you take liberties with the story like that (the cloaks) and 3. Your characters are a bit too bad-ass. Not that I don't want awsome characters, but they should start off more normal. This rp is about their descent into madness/bad-assery
Name: Eric Breaker
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Collage Graduate (Engineering)
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: Standard build about 6' had uneven black hair, a unshaven beard, had brown eyes, normaly wears jeans and clean (maybe) collar shirts. About normal physical fitness.
Personality: Not the best when it comes to social activities, has good intentions, intelligent
Backstory: Eric came from a small town in the state Colorado. After high school he was accepted into a techincal collage in Manhattan. After spending seven years in collage he has more dept then money. He doesn't get alot since he spends most of his time designing and doing homework. Due to distance and lack of money it is rare when Eric sees his family and few old friends. In terms of his home in Manhattan, it is a small three room apartment, the kitchen and living room acts as the same, a bathroom and a bedroom are the other two rooms. The kitchen and bathroom both have what you would expect. The bedroom has of course a bed, a nightstand and table. He uses the table to design and build or repair small objects. One if his greatest problems is losing things, a lot of the time he finds what was lost, other times not so much.
Any skills; Knowlege of any basic workshop machine, great spacial thinking, poor social skills, poor at organizing.
Starting Invintory: pencils, drafting paper, basic hand tools, old radio.
@mayahem No problem.
@KF5AQX I guess that would work, so long as you don't make yourself too overpowered. Like you were pulled out before it got completely overrun so you've killed a few, but not an expert.
Name: Zach Ebeyer
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: (i.e. Police, Military, Doctor, Student, Other): Student/Therapist Aid (Helps them do their job, only part professional therapist knowledge, needs to aid to finish school for the experience.)
Location: (Automatically NYC, specify what borough): Brooklyn
Physical Description: Around 5' 7" 160lbs. Brown hair that's short almost a buzz cut, small amount of facial hair, just barely noticeable. Always wears shorts and a T-Shirt, unless it's below 20 degrees outside then he wears some pants over his shorts until he gets to wear hes going. Blue eyes with a bit of yellow around the pupil. Pretty active (walks just about every where).
Personality: A very good people person, keeps them calm when in a tough situation. Very intelligent, a lot book smart and only a little street smart. Nice, but when he gets angry his downfall is taking it out on inanimate objects (Chairs, books, TV, etc.). Great leader, OCD when it comes down to the alignment of something (If a speaker was at a 95 degree angle from a wall he'd make it 90 to be even).
Background: (At least a paragraph): Zach a nice childhood in the middle class in Georgia and a not so bad teenage era in Wisconsin. After graduating highschool in a smaller town in Wisconsin near Michigan he got accepted into a Therapist specializing college in Brooklyn. Not being very fond of the city life he doesn't like it in the big apple very much, but he is slowly getting used to it, and even starting to like it a little. Zach isn't in need of money, but could do with a little extra, his parents paid for school but he's living paycheck to paycheck to stay in his apartment).
Any skills: (i.e. knows how to pilot aircraft, basic mechanic skills...): Knows how to drive a gear-shift (Ya funny thing but hey could come in handy!) Basic karate skills. Good with computers, and with most electronics. Can fix small problems with cars.
Starting Inventory:(Police get pump shotgun and pistol, Military get either assault rifle of sniper rifle): Backpack, paper, pens, pencils, run-down car, and a pocket knife (Gift from his dad when he left for college).