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| 20 Feb 2012 01:26 PM |
Them. They came like fire. Mercilessly killing everything in their path. They over-powered the feeble, the dense, the small. Governments toppled. The world was in chaos. Several people though it was like a video game. They took to the streets, only to be mauled. The few smart people, well, they organized. They didn't stay and fight a battle they couldn't win. They ran when needed, fought when needed, and worked together. They educated others to do the same. Very few armed forces are left, but routine helicopter fly overs till occur. For how long, who knows. But everyone knows what caused this destruction.
CS Sheet: N@me: @ge: (17-45) G3nder: Equipment: (things like flashlights, food, blankets, medical supplies.) Weapons: (remember: there are very few fire-arms in this world. to find them, you can search police stations, prisons, etc.) Bio: Former life/job before epidemic:
RULES: 1. No godmodding. 2. no romance 3. no insta-kills 4. Have fun!
(Put "Them" under your CS sheet.) |
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| 20 Feb 2012 01:33 PM |
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N@me: Roberts Andre @ge: 22 G3nder: Male Equipment: A small, 4 inch flashlight, six granola bars, 5 bottles of water, 1 sleeping bag, and a compass, with a map. Weapons: kitchen knife, metal baseball bat Bio: Loved baseball as a kid, and was an excellent hitter. He also knows some decent survival skills, and is trying to locate a police station in downtown Manhattan. He is also trying to escape the infested city. Former life/job before epidemic: He worked at a sporting goods store, and was living in Manhattan at the time of the outbreak. |
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| 20 Feb 2012 01:36 PM |
CS Sheet: N@me: Marcus C. Rupert @ge: 35 G3nder: Male Equipment: Bottle of Coke, 3 Apples, A cheeseburger, small flashlight Weapons: Swiss Army Knife Bio: Marcus served in the British Royal Marines ever since he was 22, as a sniper. He served for 13 years, then the apocalypse broke out. Former life/job before epidemic: British Royal Marines
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| 20 Feb 2012 01:38 PM |
| Forgot to add in my former life that he lived in London, United Kingdom |
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| 20 Feb 2012 01:50 PM |
| I WOULD join this but I always play the age range 10-15. Anything else is boring to me. |
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| 20 Feb 2012 04:48 PM |
Name:John Hannler @ge:25 G3ender:male Equipment:Canteen of water,Iodidne bottle(Cures water),pocket mirror,beef jerkey,3 oranges and a backpack. Weapons:Revolver,hockey stick Bio:.Patent,calm and silent,he mainly trys to help anyone he can,even if it means killing someone. Former life/job before zombies:American Wild West historian,he went to Irlend(His birthplace)to meet up with his friend Shane who first told him about the outbreak.They hid in the Police department when a looter came in and shot Shane.John killed him and took the revolver but could not save Shane.The looter also had a canteen of water,a pocket mirror and a backpack,which John kept while going around Ireland trying to find his friends and wife. |
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| 20 Feb 2012 05:01 PM |
N@me: Xarna Westing
@ge: 22
G3nder: Female
Equipment: A flashlight, some apples, a thick, somewhat small quilt, a few bottles of water, a drawing pad with a 3 pencils, all kept in a messengers bag.
Weapons: Butcher knife and a metal baseball bat.
Bio: Quiet sometimes, but usually loud, hyper and pretty cocky. She really tries to think things through, but sometimes she rushes in blindly. She's a fast learner... sometimes... Perfectly okay with killing someone. She constantly uses MMO speak, and uses memes no one gets but her.
Former life/job before epidemic: She was a computer game designer, and she is a total nerd for that stuff. People generally don't know what she's talking about when she yells out, "Keep their aggro, man! I'll DPS 'em!" when it means, "Keep them busy while I basically hack them to shreds rather quickly." She lived alone in a family house in the middle of the country, with surprisingly good internet.
Them~
Also, I'd like to be traveling with someone. Any takers? :D?
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| 20 Feb 2012 06:49 PM |
| Unless your in Ireland,no... |
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| 21 Feb 2012 05:59 AM |
(Accepted TNT, Anna, and iFly. Time to start RPing.)
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| 21 Feb 2012 06:27 AM |
N@me: Rupert Malenno Ag/e: 23 Gender: Male Equipment: Small flashlight, medical kit, 5 gallons of water, water filter, a collection of bear traps, a large collection of cans, and 4 days worth of food, if rationed. He is also in possession of binoculars, and various bits of electronics that Rupert does not have the energy to power.
Rupert wears tight but thick grey clothing, including a balaclava and clear goggles.
Weapons: Machete, knuckle dusters, homemade cattle prod with solar panel for recharging during the day. He also has a spray can with a lighter attached to it, though he rarely uses it, due to it being too small to do any significant damage to the undead.
Bio: Rupert has never been a man of big dreams, or even any dreams beyond short term survival. Rendered cold and generally desensitized by harsh, but bearable early life, Rupert was far from ready for the true brutality that life could offer, which came in the form of the apocalypse. It swarmed over all that Rupert knew, a tide of grey flesh and panicking people, and it left utter destruction. Rupert barely survived the early days of the apocalypse, his mind jarred by what he saw.
Thus, Rupert sank into a cynical and almost detached state of mind, spending his days fleeing from place to place. Rupert's only constant companion is his dog, a Golden Retriever named 'Billy', short for 'Billy-goat'. Rupert travels by car. He has siphoned gasoline from many other cars, leaving neighborhoods barren for the sake of traveling just a bit farther. This car has been fortified with barbed wire, bars over the windows, and tinted windows for further protection against detection. It has a full set of replacement tires.
Former life/job before epidemic: Rupert was once the less-than-proud owner of a small convenience store, and worked as a mechanic on the side. |
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| 21 Feb 2012 08:27 AM |
CS Sheet: N@me: Griffin Volk @ge: (35) G3nder: male Equipment: Medkit, rations, 72 clips of ammo Weapons: Desert Eagle, Pocket knife.
Griffin wears army fatigues, which is all ripped.
Bio: Griffin was in the last war before this happened. He was a P.O.W. and was alone with these foul enemies for too long. He didn't know what happened, When no enemies were at the prison camp and he had been abandoned. All that they left were the corpses of his allies. He was the last soldier. Now that he could break free he escaped. He knows some useful things about these Undead Creatures. Former life/job before epidemic: Soldier. He was forced to by the American government. |
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| 21 Feb 2012 08:29 AM |
| (I'l join, Let me go fetch my CS.) |
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| 21 Feb 2012 08:57 AM |
(("Former life/job before epidemic: Soldier. He was forced to by the American government."
What.) |
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| 21 Feb 2012 09:07 AM |
CS Sheet:
N@me: Winter Frey
@ge: 25
G3nder: Female
Appearance: Winter has fairey red hair that comes down to her waist. She has side bangs coming down to her jaws with black highlights at the end. Her stern pale face has a few freckles here and there and her bluish-green eye's catching any move in their path. She has rose red painted lips laying under her small nose. She has small ears, yet they can hear very well. Her round chin not sticking out to much has a few freckles. Her eyebrows being very unnoticed at times are brown. Her elbows and knee's are very rough because of being so active. She wears a rolled up longsleave black top with F.B.I on it and black kind of baggy wrinkled pants with black leather boots carrying a knife inside her left one. Her boots have a few scuffs on the bottom. She wears a black bandana in her hair keeping it out of her eye's. she wears a spikey belt carrying a few guns. Her nails being short on her long ruff hands. Winter is at a height of 5'11 and is actually quite slender.
Personality: Winter is a tough stubborn woman. She doesn't like being bossed around much. She is willing to help and people she finds, and is sometimes kind to them. Depends on how they treat her.
Equipment: In her gray backpack she carries water food and ocasional Me.dic items.
Weapons: Two pistols (In her belt), And a knife (In her boot). She also keep's am.mo for her mini machine gun in the pockets of her pants.
Bio: Winter was born in Australia, (Yes, she has an Australian accent) She took gymnastics when she was little and wanted to be a gym teacher. When she was older she came to love police men and wanted to become one herself, so she moved to [Where ever this RP takes place] To go to coll.ege to be in the po.lice For.ce. Four years later she went to law school. After 4 more years in law school she was given a job at the F.B.I. SHe took the job. Before the incident she was about to be promoted to profesional.
Former life/job before epidemic: F.B.I
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| 21 Feb 2012 04:30 PM |
TIME TO START THIS RP!! These old clothings are getting ripped,worn and stained in blood...Guess its time to go shopping...John thinks as he heads down the road.Some cargo pants,a nice sweater for the winter with a coat...and maybe a real bathroom that does not need you to find toilet paper...John keeps thinking as he passes a undamaged shop that has Justin Beiber signs in its windows."That sorta makes sense...Too bad girl zombies are smarter,but weaker then their male counterparts...Plus what girl does not Justin Beiber,but since i am a guy..."John finishs talking to himself right before he kicks open a window that reveals a coffe shop."Might as well as Barricade here..." |
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| 22 Feb 2012 07:29 AM |
| (I'd RP, but waiting to be accepted.) |
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| 22 Feb 2012 03:49 PM |
Marcus
I woke up, myself covered in blood. I remember being in a rescue helicopter, being flown away, then things started to go black. Islowly struggled to pull myself up and out of the helicopter wreckage, and realized where my crash site was. I was crashed in front of the British Royal Marines Recruitment center, where I signed up 15 years ago. This place seemed like the only same place, and it was a lot different then the hell I just got dragged out of. There were't many zombies at all, but it seems so strange. I found in all the wreckage a swiss army knife, and I slowly picked it up. I was in a bloody undershirt, and I was bleeding heavily from my arm. I found a radio laying near the pilot's corpse and tried to signal someone. I picked it up, and said, "Does anyone read?" No one responded. My vision started to get blurry. Then I fainted again. |
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| 22 Feb 2012 04:39 PM |
(Sigurd, Agent, and Hottie, you're all accepted.)
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| 22 Feb 2012 04:46 PM |
Marcus
I suddenly wake up, and I seem to be on top of a table with wheels, and two guys are pushing me. Then they start to look familiar. They were two of my squadmates, from when I was in the British Royal Marines. They pulled me into a tan room, and roll me over to a corner. One of them locked the door, but a few minutes later, a zombie broke through it. He then picked up and gun and started to shoot them, then he gave me a shot in my arm where I was bleeding, and everything went black again. |
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| 22 Feb 2012 04:54 PM |
Marcus
I start to have weird flashbacks of times I was in th Royal Marines, bu then come to when they start to drag me onto a rescue helicopter. I tell the one helping me over to let me walk on my own, but when I tryed, I just stumbled over. I feel them lay me next to the wall of the rescue chopper, and then they pull out the needle in my arm. I suddenly feel extreme pain, and fall asleep. |
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| 23 Feb 2012 06:03 AM |
Roberts
I walk on an abandoned street. Loose pages of paper flutter about in the wind. I see a plethora of cars, abandoned. This would be my best bet, but the highways are clogged with the undead, and cars. I still don't have a decent weapon, only my trusty lead baseball bat. I see a ghoul walking toward me, tattered clothing, gun marks everywhere, mouth agape. But I knew better. To destroy a zombie completely, you must decapitate it, or get a lethal headshot. I take a good swing, and a sickening crunch of bone against metal occurs. |
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| 23 Feb 2012 06:06 AM |
| (Note: your best armor is short hair, and tight clothing. No baggy stuff. That will give zombies an advantage over you.) |
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| 23 Feb 2012 07:26 AM |
Winter
I aim the pistol right at the zombies head. From where I was hiding, it couldn't see me. The pistol clicks then the shot rings out. Right in the center of the head. Perfect. I look around for any other zombies the dash across the street into a abandoned warehouse. |
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| 23 Feb 2012 08:05 AM |
CS Sheet: N@me:Alex Smith @ge: 17 G3nder: Male Equipment: flashlight, backpack, two water bottles, a flare anda few rations. Weapons: Axe. Bio: When he was little, his parents were in a car crash and his dad died. He was an only child, and always asked what his mom was like. A few years later, his dad got remarried to a woman that hated him for some reason. She had beat him numerous times ithout his dad knowing. Alex had lived with this until he went to college. Former life/job before epidemic: Alex had went to college in hopes of becoming a doctor. In his spare time, he worked at Wal-Mart for a little spare change.
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