"We will contain the virus as best as we can. Before it's too late."
-John B Alexander, 55th President of the United States.
Basic Story So Far:
9 years ago, a strange virus arrived in the U.S by rocket. It hit Michigan, and infected the residents. The virus would primarily affect the brain. The infected would lose most of their...human behaviours. Once infected, the victims would be urged to spread the sickness by bite or by releasing spores out or their skin. The government tried to contain the area or effect, but it was already too late. It had spread to different states, and does seeking refuge to other countries would have a dormant virus inside them. Basically, there was no hope.
However, around 200,000 humans would have a special immunity to it. Scientists tried to make a cure out of their blood, but but the brain would be too affected. Vaccines out of the blood would just drive the user insane. the unaffected would hide in camps, away from the infected.
You are one of the people that have this immunity. Good luck to you. (BTW, this is set in infected Los Angeles)
Special info:
These might change in the future, keep an eye on this.
1. If you want to talk out of character, use (( and ))
eg. As the match grew bright, I look at Allen. "Let's go."
((This story is going downhill VERY quickly))
2. Don't influence another RPer's decisions. Don't say another person did this and that, stick to your own choices.
3. This is my first RP. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
4. If you have a question that you want private, PM me.
5. Don't make drastic changes to the story.
6. Don't be overpowered.
8. Character development throughout the story would be awesome.
9. Please read the whole post before joining.
10. Have fun! as much fun as you would have in a zombie infested LA, anyway.
Character Setup: Fill this in and then post it.
Name: (Includes surname)
Age: (between 15- 30, Maybe even to 60 if you want that.)
Personality: (goofball, serious,etc)
Ethnicity: (eg. vietnamese)
Gender: (Male)(Female)
Body type: (Bulk, skinny, etc)
Appearance: Go into detail or use a picture.
Weapon of choice: you can leave this empty. Double points if it corresponds to your specialty (eg. Engineer, crowbar.)
Specialty (Engineering, Combat, etc)
Basic trait: (Fast, strong, intelligent, etc) doesn't have to be just one. (eg. Bulky bookworm)
Any living relations:( eg. Dan Daniel, uncle)
Blood type: (This is important, I'm serious, it's a big part of the story)
Backstory:
(Try to stay true to the story, otherwise, go for it!)
Personality: He's a goofball, and he doesn't know when to shut up.
Ethnicity: Presumed to be American-Japanese. He's adopted.
Gender: Male
Body type: Slim, Not that slim.
Appearance: Wears a blue cap and stands at 5'6, Has short black hair and brown eyes. He wears a brown jacket with a LOT of pockets. He usually wears gloves and always has a spare set of goggles. Around his waist is a toolbelt that only holds a single wrench. Steven isn't of a very...muscular build, but he can lift what he needs to. He has a scar on his right shoulder, left there from a bullet wound. Steven is primarily left handed. He usually wears boots, working with machines is a dirty job. He wears blue shorts that are stained black from oil.
Weapon of choice: Crowbar, it's multipurpose.
Specialty: Engineering, can fix and identify a wide variety of machines.
Basic trait: slightly above average intelligence, but who really knows? IQ tests are impossible to find. He isn't all that great at combat, but he makes the most of his crowbar.
Any living relations: An american uncle, he works as a medic at a survivor camp.
Blood type: B positive.
Backstory: I never knew who my real parents were. I spent a few years in an orphanage, and it was hell. Eventually a couple adopted me, and they gave me a name; Steven. Life growing up was pretty awesome, I'm quite glad these people took me in. I went to school, did tests, made friends, all that normal stuff. My heart's always belonged to engineering, and I got the highest scores in it. Life was fine...
Until the outbreak. At the time, I lived in Arizona. News of the virus arrived, and we tried to escape while the government was trying to contain the spread. Apparently, they didn't let anyone older than 40 board the ships. I had to leave them. I was only 13 at the time.
The rest is simple; they took me to a camp in Belgium and game everyone food and water. We even got into possession of guns. Life was hard in the camps. I missed my parents. a few months later news cam back that most countries were now infected. I lost all hope.
Years later, and now I'm in Los Angeles. The virus isn't spreading anymore, but the infected still walk the earth. I work as an engineer, and I'm the only one that loves my job. We've had some infected breaches, but nothing too serious. Every once in a while they pick groups of people to become scouts. I was picked along with some others. For one of the first times ever, I'm outside of camp.
((Where do you live? Time zones can be difficult to manage.
I'm in the pacific, and it's 3:10. Anyway, let's get this show on the road!))
12:25
Our food is running low, and we're out of water.
It's been days since we've left to find supplies, and we've used up most of them. Hanan's dead, Jaques is infected, and Beth's missing. I'm all alone.
I would much rather stay here, though. If I come back with barely any supplies, they'll shoot me.
That's when I spot a shadow in the distance. It seems to be a woman with...black hair. It's hard to know for sure. She seems to have supplies. I have to do it. I grab a sharp rock and sneak behind her. Oh god. she has a Dragunov.
Personality: A serious and strict person, with a honour code of his own. He believes that if anyone out there needs his help, he will do his best and put his life on the line to help them out.
Ethnicity: Caucasian (British)
Gender: Male
Body type: Bulky and muscular.
Appearance:
I'll post one of his face if he ever takes off his mask.
Weapon of choice: A H&K MP5.
Specialty: Combat, and knowledge of biological warfare. So, a little bit of medical as well.
Basic trait: A soldier with a bulky appearance, he also has medical knowledge to a degree.
Any living relations: None. His family is in Britain.
Blood type: O NEGATIVE
Backstory:
Day 4 of Infection after Patient Zero
Lieutenant Rothwell from the Defence CBRN Wing here. If you're receiving this transmission, you were in the area of the missile hit. You are advised to evacuate Michigan. The United States CBRN Wing and an assistance squadron sent by the United Kingdom have quarantined the area. You will be searched for signs of infection at our checkpoints. Please, do not try to get out by other means. Help us overcome this biological attack. Out.
Day 13 of Infection after Patient Zero
All survivors out there, be advised. We have heavy reports of homicide and cannibalism. You have full authority to protect yourself by any means necessary to survive. We are working at full capacity to contain this terrorism attack. We do not know how this infection spreads yet, so be prepared for our further transmissions on new information. Out.
Day 19 of Infection after Patient Zero
Please do not try to get out of Michigan with other means, this is a serious warning. Anyone trying to do so will be faced with lethal force from our forces. I repeat, do NOT seek refuge without passing our medical checks. We are stationing every survivor that has come to our checkpoint to new refugee camps. We cannot do this without your help. Out.
Day 26 of Infection after Patient Zero
Important information! The infection seems to be spreading by air and cannibalism. Please, after protecting yourself, do not come into contact with the bodies or the blood if you have any wounds. Protect your mouth and nose from the outside - we'll be sending in squads to help evacuate survivors to our checkpoint and to distribute gas masks. Please co-operate. We are all working for your safety. Out.
2 Months after Patient Zero
Refugees, new information. The Michigan checkpoint has been drawn back to Cleveland after continuous attacks from seemingly very durable survivors. We've lost men to cannibalism and we're inspecting these dead bodies to see what has got them into such frenzy. I repeat, the Michigan checkpoint is no longer active. All refugees come to Cleveland. Lieutenant Rothwell, out.
2 Months and 26 Days after Patient Zero
We've spotted signs of infection at Indiana and Wisconsin. Please go past our scan checkpoints before moving onto a new state. You are putting lives to danger if you're possibly infected. Do not fear if you are, for we are already testing possible cures. The virus is known to have extremely powerful effects that include a frenzy, cannibalism and being durable to huge amounts of pain. Out.
3 Months and 9 Days after Patient Zero
(MILITARY CHANNEL)
The Cleveland checkpoint is being attacked! We're losing too many men, we have to retreat! The number of infected in Indiana and Wisconsin are increasing very fast. Police forces and military are advised to move in to contain. Burning the bodies is advised. We are retreating. Out!
4 Months and 13 Days after Patient Zero
All citizens, be advised! The infection has spread largely in the North. Michigan, Indiana, Wisconsin and Ohio are now fully quarantined and are classified as Red Zones. Please stay away from those locations. Wear your gas masks and protective clothes at all times when even a hundred kilometers out of these areas. This virus is known to spread very fast. Out.
6 Months and 28 Days after Patient Zero
Every survivor out there, this is very important. The military will now start moving into the Red Zones and shooting every infected or non-infected person on sight. The North and the North-West are now all completely classified as Red Zones. Stay away and evacuate to the South. If you're in the Red Zones, you're advised to get out of there right now. This is for your safety.
9 Months and One Day after Patient Zero
The operation has failed. The forces that went into the North and the North-West have been lost completely. The survivors of the military force have came back. There are too many infected. They are spreading too fast, the North-East and the Middle region are now classified as Yellow Zones. The government will be sending in evacuation forces to the Yellow Zones to help move to South. May Lady Luck be on your side.. Out..
One Year and 3 Months after Patient Zero
This is a very important announcement. The only Green Zones left are; Florida, Georgia and Alabama. If you're still out there and alive, please move to these locations. The whole military force and police force are stationed in these areas. We've pulled back from all Yellow and Red Zones. We will no longer provide supplies or support of any kind to those regions. If you've been bitten, remove the infected area or limb immediately to prevent the virus from spreading further into your body. I wish you all luck.
One Year and 8 Months after Patient Zero
Georgia and Alabama have fallen. Florida is all we have left. I still have hope to survive. We are outnumbered and starving. We are thirsty and nearly out of ammunition. If someone out there has supplies, please, help us. Together we can do this. Be wary of bandits and the infected. Stay safe. We can do this.
Two Years and 5 Months after Patient Zero
The only Green Zone is now Miami. The remaining cities of Florida have fallen and so have the other states. We've lost the government officials during our retreat. The United State government has now officially fallen. I have little hope for survival. Some of us have lost our minds. We've lost more men to thirst, starvation and suicide than to the infected. We're losing this battle, my friends. Our only hope is to pray.
Two Years and 7 Months after Patient Zero
Miami has fallen. What's left of the military and police force are now just a few thousand men. We're evacuating from Florida with military SUVs. If you are in need of help, radio in. Other than that, this will be our last transmission in this frequency. We're now all on our own. Try your best to survive. May God help us survive.
Eight Years and Twelve Months after Patient Zero
I do not even know if this frequency is being used anymore, but anyway, I'll lose nothing. It's Christmas, if anyone is out there. The rest of the military police have fallen and we're all on our own. That a few hundred men left I talked about seven years ago? Now it's just nearly a hundred, and they're all in different places in this country. We've all gone on our own paths to try and survive. If anyone is listening, I have plenty of food and water. I have ammunition and a sub-machine gun to help me survive. If you need help, radio in. I'll do my best.
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"The meaning of life? Walk slowly and carry a big gun."
Personality: Cautious, always nervous of what could happen
Ethnicity: African American
Gender: Male
Body type: skinny, but with some muscle.
Appearance: Lucas stands at 5'5, has short black hair and green eyes. He wears a black track jacket with his last name on it, a tan paratrooper messenger bag where he keeps things he finds, a pair of silver sweat pants with a bunch of pockets, and a pair of worn black running shoes. He also outfitted his jacket so he could place his baseball bat on his back when he doesn't need it. Lucas also isn't that strong, but he's not just a pushover either
Weapon of choice: Aluminum baseball bat.
Specialty: Electronics, can hack most security systems and cameras.
Basic trait: Intelligent, observant
Any living relations: Carlos Freeman, brother, 14 years old
Blood type: B positive
Backstory: Lucas couldn't remember much of his childhood. From what his mother had told him he grew up in new york when she married his father, a nice man who looked out for her. His father had worked as a technician for some computer store or something like that. They had just had Carlos when they had to move down To Arizona because his dad got a promotion that required him to move to a new office. "Apparently I was into all of that computer stuff because by the time I was 5 I couldn't stop pestering my dad about electronics and computers."
"I went to school like every other Kid, learned all that I could, got average grades and all of that. But something down inside me said that near computers was where I belonged. I was on the computer whenever I had free time, learning how it worked and how to use it. He looked up a lot of things about computers that most people wouldn't know, like how to crack nearby WIFI signals without the code, how to mess with other computers connected to the same WIFI, and how to cover your tracks. That last one had saved him from multiple groundings when his mother had asked him about why his internet history was cleared."
"Anyway things were pretty sweet until the outbreak. I got separated from my parents when me and my brother were evacuated from our school, never saw them again. I hope that they're somewhere safe and sound but I don't want to get my hopes up. We were taken to a camp to try and wait it out, guess whatever they had planned backfired because We ended up waiting for a few years before a few of them breached the camp's wall. We couldn't stay there, wasn't safe anymore so we packed up and moved out to another camp. It was hard but we made it to a camp in Los Angeles with a good number of us left. Soon they had integrated us into the group and we had been assigned jobs. I was tasked with being a scout, and ever since then I've survived by being careful and watching my step. And if you want to stay alive out there I suggest you do the same. Lucas out"
((Recording terminated))
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1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
Rothwell sighs with exhaustion as he continues to climb the steep hill, stopping only for a second to lift off his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and take a sip from his canteen. He then drops down his mask and grips his MP5 tightly and continues to climb. A few minutes later, he'd be on top of the hill and he would quickly grab his binoculars from his belt and lies down, scouting the newly found area. As his eyes come upon a small survivor camp, he'd think of the other camps like these he had seen before in these times, which generally all were outrun and destroyed.
He then squints his eyes as he comes upon something very particular. A man trying to sneak on to a woman.. That also seems to be armed with a Dragunov. He'd get up quickly and slide down the hill, crouching behind a building that was destroyed in the air bombings. He then peeks his head and continues to watch the situation with his binoculars, ready to intervene if things were to go too far.
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"The meaning of life? Walk slowly and carry a big gun."
"Lucas checking in, no infected activity to report yet but but sooner or later they'll show." I release the button on my radio as I looked back into my computer screen. I was set up on the roof of a run down building where it gave me a good view I had accessed the surrounding security cameras to scope out the insides of buildings. If the building could house supplies I would report it back to HQ and move on to the next, but if they seemed picked clean I would mark a black x over the building on my next run. "Copy that Lucas, keep us informed." The radio went silent as I clicked to the next security camera which happened to be one of those streetlight cameras.
"Huh strange" I said as I observed the scene. There appeared to be a confrontation going on down on the street below between a man hiding behind a stone wall and a woman with a sniper rifle. The woman appeared to be dominant in the confrontation considering that she had the man hiding behind a wall. "This may not end well for him" I thought. Even though I knew it was survival of the fittest out here it was still hard to see a person dying because someone had more power over them. Before long however it was obvious that an even greater threat was the infected approaching the man. "Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place." I said silently to myself. As much as I tried I couldn't just leave him to his fate.
Looking around I spot a nearby brick and pick it up. I crouch as low as I can while still giving myself some view to see where I'm throwing. "I only have this one shot." I thought as I debated who I should throw the brick at. If I throw it at the girl I would expose myself and mark myself as a target, and the man only has a chance to escape. If I aim for the infected I'd be helping the man out but only for a few seconds if I can manage to hit the infected, and if I miss or hit the man he's done for. Quickly making my decision I lob the brick as hard as I can at the infected while hoping that I don't miss. After a few seconds I hear crack and a groan as I peak through the security camera again. I had hit the zombie, and pretty well too because it had a large collapsed region in it's head. "Hopefully that buys him a little time." I thought as I continued to watch through the cameras.
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1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
Personality: Erik is the protector. Kind-hearted and strong, he goes out of his way to keep people safe, no matter who they are or what their past was. Whether someone needs help or not, Erik will make sure they can get to safety, risking his like in the process. But, Erik is also a hunter. Those who do wrong or get on Erik's bad side become nothing more than prey.
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Male
Body Type: Muscular, Atheletic
Appearance:
Clothing:
Face:
Erik is about 5'8 and muscular, which can be intimidating at first, but he's mostly harmless unless someone is in danger. His face usually has dirt on it and most of the time, he's pretty rough looking. Who wouldn't be in today's world?
Weapon of Choice: CZ-801 or an SR-25
Specialty: Combat
Basic Traits: Intelligent, Hunter,
Living Relations: Erik hopes his family in Sweden is still alive, but knows deep down that they're most likely dead.
Blood Type: O Negative
Backstory: As a child, Erik's dad was a soldier in the Swedish Armed Forces, who raised Erik with the same training he got in the Armed Forces. While his life was generally normal, Erik's family traveled between Sweden and America quite often during his childhood and Erik was able to learn English as a second language fairly early in his life. In his trips to America, his dad would take him hunting and Erik learned how to track prey and take them down efficiently, minimizing their suffering. Life was great, while still pretty hectic.
When Erik was 16, his dad passed away due to health complications, and Erik never really got over it. His dad was his hero, the man who taught Erik everything. He was the reason Erik was who he was. And now, he was gone, forever. Erik began hunting alone, learned about guns and tactics. His dad would have been proud. Erik became the man his dad would have wanted and he was generally happy again. He enjoyed collecting guns and learning how to handle them efficiently, just like his dad. Eventually, Erik chose the CZ-805 as his favourite weapon along with the SR-25 to a lesser extent.
When Erik was 18, he was living in America when disaster struck. There was some infection spreading and everything was crazy and confusing. He wasn't able to get a flight to Sweden to be with this family, and has since been stuck in America during these years of the world slowly dying. As Erik traveled with the things he could carry, he came across a few things he kept with him, in his backpack. A radio, but has only picked up static on it. He also carries food and water, a flashlight, ammunition, and spare batteries, along with random junk he deems as useful.
As he traveled, Erik would enjoy hunting infected or those he deemed as evil for fun. It was to keep himself sane. Some people looked at him as a savior. Erik simply became "The Hunter". He knew how to track someone and move quietly. His dad taught him, and when he lost him Erik perfected his skills. Perfected may be an exaggeration, as Erik still makes mistakes. It just means he's human, whatever that means now. Erik kept moving west, keeping the occasional survivor group safe, but never staying for long.
Eventually, Erik found himself in LA, where things got tough. Shelter was hard to find, and food was generally scarce. Making it last would be difficult, but Erik believed he could make it out and find more supplies. These things that he'd been fighting for the past 9 years release spores, Erik and he knew it was to spread the infection. One day, a building collapsed and Erik was trapped inside for hours before finding his way out, the entire time he was in there spores were floating around the room. Erik waited for death, accepting his fate. But, death never came. Erik guessed that he was immune, and he was right. Trying the radio one more time, the static broke. He had heard a message about someone with supplies and ammunition, willing to help. Knowing the message wouldn't get out under this rubble, Erik found his way out, and began the speak into the radio.
Notes: What do we do in terms of inventories and items? Also, sorry about any mistake I may have made, haven't RPed in a while and am a bit rusty.
As the shot echoes through the city, Rothwell cringes. He had seen many stupid people in his life - privates dropping down grenades and blowing their hands up, enemy soldiers shooting their own, even his best friend deciding to steal a car and crashing it and making his face even more uglier than it was - but this.. Bandit, man, whatever he was was one of the most stupid ones. He got up from his crouching position and tightly gripped his MP5 and adjusted his mask as he slowly walked among the buildings, getting into a position where he was behind the man. He then saw the little child - this made him stressed even more as he suddenly made himself visible, appearing behind the guy with his MP5 aimed at the back of his knee, standing a few meters behind him.
"Shooting into the air means taking a lot of risks, my friend. You're either very brave or you're out of your mind. Both leads to death in this.. Wasteland. You've wasted a single bullet that could've been used for better things - like lodged in the head of an infected - and you've also attracted more of your kind - bandits - and infected too! All this while there is the life of a child on the line here as well. I advise you to drop that rifle of yours and that we all relocate out of here so that we don't meet the unexpected visitors already probably heading to this area."
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"The meaning of life? Walk slowly and carry a big gun."
((Nice! Whenever you get a new item, just put a spoiler containing what you have in your current inventory.))
I hear someone shouting in the distance. I look up and see a man behind a wall. He wore military-grade clothes and held a MP5. This man was dangerous. And he was angry at the bandit. Suddenly the bandit starts talking.
You think I care about death? It's gonna happen to me sooner or later. Go. fire that gun. My friends will kill all of you!
((I'm guessing I've been accepted then, incoming introduction post! Thanks for letting me join!))
Erik found himself holding back coughs from the dust and the spores in the air. "Damn, I should have died back there." He though to himself as he checked his body for injuries, and his weapon for damage. Erik was a pretty smart guy, when he'd heard of the outbreak, he knew to grab his most trusted firearm. Now, it's been the thing that's kept him alive for 9 years. "Oh right! The radio!" Erik said to himself with a tone of urgency as he unhooked to radio from his belt.
Holding it up to his mouth, Erik spoke into the radio, quietly in hopes to not alert any infected. "My name is Erik Strand, and I've heard your broadcast. I'm low on food and I'm lightly injured. I'd be glad to meet up with you, the more survivors the better, y'know? But first, I need a way to know that you aren't going to kill me." He said into the static, his Swedish accent becoming obvious. Erik was normally and optimist, but in times like these, optimism was rare. Hope for saving came in even rarer waves. There was no one left in the world. Just husks of what was once human.
Erik found an old bench to sit down on against the building, which creaked when he lowered himself onto it. It was nice to have a moment to rest, Erik didn't get many. He never let his guard down though, these streets and alleys gave him a feeling of unease and two seconds with your guard down could lead to the end of your life. The world became a cold and deadly place, more-so than it was 9 years ago. "What went wrong? What did humanity do to deserve this?" Erik asked himself, knowing he had no answer.
"We will contain the virus as best as we can. Before it's too late."
-John B Alexander, 55th President of the United States.
Basic Story So Far:
9 years ago, a strange virus arrived in the U.S by rocket. It hit Michigan, and infected the residents. The virus would primarily affect the brain. The infected would lose most of their...human behaviours. Once infected, the victims would be urged to spread the sickness by bite or by releasing spores out or their skin. The government tried to contain the area or effect, but it was already too late. It had spread to different states, and does seeking refuge to other countries would have a dormant virus inside them. Basically, there was no hope.
However, around 200,000 humans would have a special immunity to it. Scientists tried to make a cure out of their blood, but but the brain would be too affected. Vaccines out of the blood would just drive the user insane. the unaffected would hide in camps, away from the infected.
You are one of the people that have this immunity. Good luck to you. (BTW, this is set in infected Los Angeles)
Special info:
These might change in the future, keep an eye on this.
1. If you want to talk out of character, use (( and ))
eg. As the match grew bright, I look at Allen. "Let's go."
((This story is going downhill VERY quickly))
2. Don't influence another RPer's decisions. Don't say another person did this and that, stick to your own choices.
3. This is my first RP. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
4. If you have a question that you want private, PM me.
5. Don't make drastic changes to the story.
6. Don't be overpowered.
8. Character development throughout the story would be awesome.
9. Please read the whole post before joining.
10. Have fun! as much fun as you would have in a zombie infested LA, anyway.
Character Setup: Fill this in and then post it.
Name: (Includes surname)
Age: (between 15- 30, Maybe even to 60 if you want that.)
Personality: (goofball, serious,etc)
Ethnicity: (eg. vietnamese)
Gender: (Male)(Female)
Body type: (Bulk, skinny, etc)
Appearance: Go into detail or use a picture.
Weapon of choice: you can leave this empty. Double points if it corresponds to your specialty (eg. Engineer, crowbar.)
Specialty (Engineering, Combat, etc)
Basic trait: (Fast, strong, intelligent, etc) doesn't have to be just one. (eg. Bulky bookworm)
Any living relations:( eg. Dan Daniel, uncle)
Blood type: (This is important, I'm serious, it's a big part of the story)
Backstory:
(Try to stay true to the story, otherwise, go for it!)
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
Reserved. I'll make my app very soon.
Accepted. Sorry I'm late, I live in a different time zone.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
Name: Steven J. Newman.
Age: 23
Personality: He's a goofball, and he doesn't know when to shut up.
Ethnicity: Presumed to be American-Japanese. He's adopted.
Gender: Male
Body type: Slim, Not that slim.
Appearance: Wears a blue cap and stands at 5'6, Has short black hair and brown eyes. He wears a brown jacket with a LOT of pockets. He usually wears gloves and always has a spare set of goggles. Around his waist is a toolbelt that only holds a single wrench. Steven isn't of a very...muscular build, but he can lift what he needs to. He has a scar on his right shoulder, left there from a bullet wound. Steven is primarily left handed. He usually wears boots, working with machines is a dirty job. He wears blue shorts that are stained black from oil.
Weapon of choice: Crowbar, it's multipurpose.
Specialty: Engineering, can fix and identify a wide variety of machines.
Basic trait: slightly above average intelligence, but who really knows? IQ tests are impossible to find. He isn't all that great at combat, but he makes the most of his crowbar.
Any living relations: An american uncle, he works as a medic at a survivor camp.
Blood type: B positive.
Backstory: I never knew who my real parents were. I spent a few years in an orphanage, and it was hell. Eventually a couple adopted me, and they gave me a name; Steven. Life growing up was pretty awesome, I'm quite glad these people took me in. I went to school, did tests, made friends, all that normal stuff. My heart's always belonged to engineering, and I got the highest scores in it. Life was fine...
Until the outbreak. At the time, I lived in Arizona. News of the virus arrived, and we tried to escape while the government was trying to contain the spread. Apparently, they didn't let anyone older than 40 board the ships. I had to leave them. I was only 13 at the time.
The rest is simple; they took me to a camp in Belgium and game everyone food and water. We even got into possession of guns. Life was hard in the camps. I missed my parents. a few months later news cam back that most countries were now infected. I lost all hope.
Years later, and now I'm in Los Angeles. The virus isn't spreading anymore, but the infected still walk the earth. I work as an engineer, and I'm the only one that loves my job. We've had some infected breaches, but nothing too serious. Every once in a while they pick groups of people to become scouts. I was picked along with some others. For one of the first times ever, I'm outside of camp.
((Transmission Ended))
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
I made a...slight mistake.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
I'm quite urged to just start the RP now. Thoughts?
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
((Where do you live? Time zones can be difficult to manage.
I'm in the pacific, and it's 3:10. Anyway, let's get this show on the road!))
12:25
Our food is running low, and we're out of water.
It's been days since we've left to find supplies, and we've used up most of them. Hanan's dead, Jaques is infected, and Beth's missing. I'm all alone.
I would much rather stay here, though. If I come back with barely any supplies, they'll shoot me.
That's when I spot a shadow in the distance. It seems to be a woman with...black hair. It's hard to know for sure. She seems to have supplies. I have to do it. I grab a sharp rock and sneak behind her. Oh god. she has a Dragunov.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
Name: Lucas S. Freeman.
Age: 17
Personality: Cautious, always nervous of what could happen
Ethnicity: African American
Gender: Male
Body type: skinny, but with some muscle.
Appearance: Lucas stands at 5'5, has short black hair and green eyes. He wears a black track jacket with his last name on it, a tan paratrooper messenger bag where he keeps things he finds, a pair of silver sweat pants with a bunch of pockets, and a pair of worn black running shoes. He also outfitted his jacket so he could place his baseball bat on his back when he doesn't need it. Lucas also isn't that strong, but he's not just a pushover either
Weapon of choice: Aluminum baseball bat.
Specialty: Electronics, can hack most security systems and cameras.
Basic trait: Intelligent, observant
Any living relations: Carlos Freeman, brother, 14 years old
Blood type: B positive
Backstory: Lucas couldn't remember much of his childhood. From what his mother had told him he grew up in new york when she married his father, a nice man who looked out for her. His father had worked as a technician for some computer store or something like that. They had just had Carlos when they had to move down To Arizona because his dad got a promotion that required him to move to a new office. "Apparently I was into all of that computer stuff because by the time I was 5 I couldn't stop pestering my dad about electronics and computers."
"I went to school like every other Kid, learned all that I could, got average grades and all of that. But something down inside me said that near computers was where I belonged. I was on the computer whenever I had free time, learning how it worked and how to use it. He looked up a lot of things about computers that most people wouldn't know, like how to crack nearby WIFI signals without the code, how to mess with other computers connected to the same WIFI, and how to cover your tracks. That last one had saved him from multiple groundings when his mother had asked him about why his internet history was cleared."
"Anyway things were pretty sweet until the outbreak. I got separated from my parents when me and my brother were evacuated from our school, never saw them again. I hope that they're somewhere safe and sound but I don't want to get my hopes up. We were taken to a camp to try and wait it out, guess whatever they had planned backfired because We ended up waiting for a few years before a few of them breached the camp's wall. We couldn't stay there, wasn't safe anymore so we packed up and moved out to another camp. It was hard but we made it to a camp in Los Angeles with a good number of us left. Soon they had integrated us into the group and we had been assigned jobs. I was tasked with being a scout, and ever since then I've survived by being careful and watching my step. And if you want to stay alive out there I suggest you do the same. Lucas out"
((Recording terminated))
((Both of you are accepted. I don't know if I'll be too active, since i live in a drastically different time zone.))
Oh no.
I threw the rock at her, and hid behind a cracked stone wall. I had nowhere to escape. I grabbed a stick and waited for the inevitable.
Then I see a shadow.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
Rothwell sighs with exhaustion as he continues to climb the steep hill, stopping only for a second to lift off his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and take a sip from his canteen. He then drops down his mask and grips his MP5 tightly and continues to climb. A few minutes later, he'd be on top of the hill and he would quickly grab his binoculars from his belt and lies down, scouting the newly found area. As his eyes come upon a small survivor camp, he'd think of the other camps like these he had seen before in these times, which generally all were outrun and destroyed.
He then squints his eyes as he comes upon something very particular. A man trying to sneak on to a woman.. That also seems to be armed with a Dragunov. He'd get up quickly and slide down the hill, crouching behind a building that was destroyed in the air bombings. He then peeks his head and continues to watch the situation with his binoculars, ready to intervene if things were to go too far.
"Lucas checking in, no infected activity to report yet but but sooner or later they'll show." I release the button on my radio as I looked back into my computer screen. I was set up on the roof of a run down building where it gave me a good view I had accessed the surrounding security cameras to scope out the insides of buildings. If the building could house supplies I would report it back to HQ and move on to the next, but if they seemed picked clean I would mark a black x over the building on my next run. "Copy that Lucas, keep us informed." The radio went silent as I clicked to the next security camera which happened to be one of those streetlight cameras.
"Huh strange" I said as I observed the scene. There appeared to be a confrontation going on down on the street below between a man hiding behind a stone wall and a woman with a sniper rifle. The woman appeared to be dominant in the confrontation considering that she had the man hiding behind a wall. "This may not end well for him" I thought. Even though I knew it was survival of the fittest out here it was still hard to see a person dying because someone had more power over them. Before long however it was obvious that an even greater threat was the infected approaching the man. "Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place." I said silently to myself. As much as I tried I couldn't just leave him to his fate.
Looking around I spot a nearby brick and pick it up. I crouch as low as I can while still giving myself some view to see where I'm throwing. "I only have this one shot." I thought as I debated who I should throw the brick at. If I throw it at the girl I would expose myself and mark myself as a target, and the man only has a chance to escape. If I aim for the infected I'd be helping the man out but only for a few seconds if I can manage to hit the infected, and if I miss or hit the man he's done for. Quickly making my decision I lob the brick as hard as I can at the infected while hoping that I don't miss. After a few seconds I hear crack and a groan as I peak through the security camera again. I had hit the zombie, and pretty well too because it had a large collapsed region in it's head. "Hopefully that buys him a little time." I thought as I continued to watch through the cameras.
I stepped out and put my hands up.
"Let me go and I won't give you any trouble."
Right at that moment, Someone shoots at the sky.
"My name is Brock. If you give me your supplies, I won't shoot the three of you."
Then I look at the woman, holding the hand of a child.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
Name: Erik "The Hunter" Strand
Age: 27
Personality: Erik is the protector. Kind-hearted and strong, he goes out of his way to keep people safe, no matter who they are or what their past was. Whether someone needs help or not, Erik will make sure they can get to safety, risking his like in the process. But, Erik is also a hunter. Those who do wrong or get on Erik's bad side become nothing more than prey.
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Male
Body Type: Muscular, Atheletic
Appearance:
Clothing:
Face:
Erik is about 5'8 and muscular, which can be intimidating at first, but he's mostly harmless unless someone is in danger. His face usually has dirt on it and most of the time, he's pretty rough looking. Who wouldn't be in today's world?
Weapon of Choice: CZ-801 or an SR-25
Specialty: Combat
Basic Traits: Intelligent, Hunter,
Living Relations: Erik hopes his family in Sweden is still alive, but knows deep down that they're most likely dead.
Blood Type: O Negative
Backstory: As a child, Erik's dad was a soldier in the Swedish Armed Forces, who raised Erik with the same training he got in the Armed Forces. While his life was generally normal, Erik's family traveled between Sweden and America quite often during his childhood and Erik was able to learn English as a second language fairly early in his life. In his trips to America, his dad would take him hunting and Erik learned how to track prey and take them down efficiently, minimizing their suffering. Life was great, while still pretty hectic.
When Erik was 16, his dad passed away due to health complications, and Erik never really got over it. His dad was his hero, the man who taught Erik everything. He was the reason Erik was who he was. And now, he was gone, forever. Erik began hunting alone, learned about guns and tactics. His dad would have been proud. Erik became the man his dad would have wanted and he was generally happy again. He enjoyed collecting guns and learning how to handle them efficiently, just like his dad. Eventually, Erik chose the CZ-805 as his favourite weapon along with the SR-25 to a lesser extent.
When Erik was 18, he was living in America when disaster struck. There was some infection spreading and everything was crazy and confusing. He wasn't able to get a flight to Sweden to be with this family, and has since been stuck in America during these years of the world slowly dying. As Erik traveled with the things he could carry, he came across a few things he kept with him, in his backpack. A radio, but has only picked up static on it. He also carries food and water, a flashlight, ammunition, and spare batteries, along with random junk he deems as useful.
As he traveled, Erik would enjoy hunting infected or those he deemed as evil for fun. It was to keep himself sane. Some people looked at him as a savior. Erik simply became "The Hunter". He knew how to track someone and move quietly. His dad taught him, and when he lost him Erik perfected his skills. Perfected may be an exaggeration, as Erik still makes mistakes. It just means he's human, whatever that means now. Erik kept moving west, keeping the occasional survivor group safe, but never staying for long.
Eventually, Erik found himself in LA, where things got tough. Shelter was hard to find, and food was generally scarce. Making it last would be difficult, but Erik believed he could make it out and find more supplies. These things that he'd been fighting for the past 9 years release spores, Erik and he knew it was to spread the infection. One day, a building collapsed and Erik was trapped inside for hours before finding his way out, the entire time he was in there spores were floating around the room. Erik waited for death, accepting his fate. But, death never came. Erik guessed that he was immune, and he was right. Trying the radio one more time, the static broke. He had heard a message about someone with supplies and ammunition, willing to help. Knowing the message wouldn't get out under this rubble, Erik found his way out, and began the speak into the radio.
Notes: What do we do in terms of inventories and items? Also, sorry about any mistake I may have made, haven't RPed in a while and am a bit rusty.
As the shot echoes through the city, Rothwell cringes. He had seen many stupid people in his life - privates dropping down grenades and blowing their hands up, enemy soldiers shooting their own, even his best friend deciding to steal a car and crashing it and making his face even more uglier than it was - but this.. Bandit, man, whatever he was was one of the most stupid ones. He got up from his crouching position and tightly gripped his MP5 and adjusted his mask as he slowly walked among the buildings, getting into a position where he was behind the man. He then saw the little child - this made him stressed even more as he suddenly made himself visible, appearing behind the guy with his MP5 aimed at the back of his knee, standing a few meters behind him.
"Shooting into the air means taking a lot of risks, my friend. You're either very brave or you're out of your mind. Both leads to death in this.. Wasteland. You've wasted a single bullet that could've been used for better things - like lodged in the head of an infected - and you've also attracted more of your kind - bandits - and infected too! All this while there is the life of a child on the line here as well. I advise you to drop that rifle of yours and that we all relocate out of here so that we don't meet the unexpected visitors already probably heading to this area."
((Nice! Whenever you get a new item, just put a spoiler containing what you have in your current inventory.))
I hear someone shouting in the distance. I look up and see a man behind a wall. He wore military-grade clothes and held a MP5. This man was dangerous. And he was angry at the bandit. Suddenly the bandit starts talking.
You think I care about death? It's gonna happen to me sooner or later. Go. fire that gun. My friends will kill all of you!
Now, about those supplies...
The bandit was obviously crazy.
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
((I'm guessing I've been accepted then, incoming introduction post! Thanks for letting me join!))
Erik found himself holding back coughs from the dust and the spores in the air. "Damn, I should have died back there." He though to himself as he checked his body for injuries, and his weapon for damage. Erik was a pretty smart guy, when he'd heard of the outbreak, he knew to grab his most trusted firearm. Now, it's been the thing that's kept him alive for 9 years. "Oh right! The radio!" Erik said to himself with a tone of urgency as he unhooked to radio from his belt.
Holding it up to his mouth, Erik spoke into the radio, quietly in hopes to not alert any infected. "My name is Erik Strand, and I've heard your broadcast. I'm low on food and I'm lightly injured. I'd be glad to meet up with you, the more survivors the better, y'know? But first, I need a way to know that you aren't going to kill me." He said into the static, his Swedish accent becoming obvious. Erik was normally and optimist, but in times like these, optimism was rare. Hope for saving came in even rarer waves. There was no one left in the world. Just husks of what was once human.
Erik found an old bench to sit down on against the building, which creaked when he lowered himself onto it. It was nice to have a moment to rest, Erik didn't get many. He never let his guard down though, these streets and alleys gave him a feeling of unease and two seconds with your guard down could lead to the end of your life. The world became a cold and deadly place, more-so than it was 9 years ago. "What went wrong? What did humanity do to deserve this?" Erik asked himself, knowing he had no answer.
((I really hope this didn't die already, also, if anyone want's to meet up with Erik, let me know.))
((sorry 'bout that. I went away for Anzac day :P. It would be awesome if you found a way to find us.))
The man was right. The infected were just over the horizon.
Brock smirked.
Well then, I guess you're all already dead.
What a shame...your weapons would sell very well.
He hopped into his truck, all covered in boards and pipes, then rode through some barricades.
And like that, he was gone. All we had to do was hold up against the "Undead"
"I can't believe this, I lost five diamonds. Now I only have 78 left."
*Uninstalls minecraft
((I literately just realized that this died after I spent so much time writing everything.))