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| 02 Mar 2012 07:54 PM |
In 2029, Task Force 185, now named Black Ops Team 115, supposedly "destroyed" the zombie infestation in the Manhattan area. But now, the man who started it all has been ressurected. Miguel Ronaldo is back, and Team 115, lead by the legendary Capt. Phelps, must stop him. Miguel may be undead, but he still has the brains to make new zombies.
Rules: 1. No godmodding, flaming, trolling, spamming, or being LoganB. 2. Use proper grammar. 3. PM me to access info about yourself. 4. Have fun. Or we eat your brains.
Admins: Me coolredpanda10 Everyone from the original CPZ.
Team 115 Character Sheet: Name: Rank: (Stay under Captain, and also, only coolredpanda10 can have 1st Lieutennant.) Callsign: A.ge: Gender: Appearance: Weapons: Bio: Personality: Sample of your roleplaying: Other:
Civilian Character Sheet Name: A.ge: Gender: Appearance: Weapons: (Gotta have a good explanation if it isn't kitchen knife or board with/without nail.) Bio: Personality: Sample of your roleplaying: Other: |
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:06 PM |
Civilian Character Sheet Name:John Thatch A.ge:21 Gender:M Appearance: Hoodie (Black), Enyce shirt underneath Weapons: (Gotta have a good explanation if it isn't kitchen knife or board with/without nail.)He was a customer at Bills Weaponry's before the infection, and when he say what was happening, he grabbed his Remington Bolt Action 700 and has been slowly picking off zombies stupid enough to come near, so when you get near his apertment you'll find a unusual amount of dead zombies. Bio:'Srry stated above. Personality:Cool, nice to people, friendly, easy to gain his trust, but don't lose it, not easy to anger, but when he is, hope he's your friend Sample of your roleplaying: What do you mean? Other:N/A |
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| Joined: 15 Aug 2011 |
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:37 PM |
| ( :D, when are we starting?!?) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:53 PM |
Team 115 Character Sheet: Name:Micheal Jones Rank: Private Callsign:Foxtrot A.ge:21 Gender:male Appearance:Micheal is about 5'11, with an average build. He has short, black hair, tan skin, and deep green eyes. Behind those eyes is a look of ferocity and insanity few care to associate with. His lips usually curl into a bit of a conceited sneer and he stands with near perfect posture. You can tell by the expression on his face that he enjoys his job. Especially taking off undead head. Weapons:A standard M4A1 assault rifle with a laser sight, a desert eagle, and a combat knife. Bio:Micheal was born in New York, New York, 21 years ago to a loving mother and father. Sadly, they lived in a bad part of town. Even with all the nurturing he recieved, Micheal fell into the gang life around age fourteen. He was accepted by them, so why not be like them? They taught him to shoot, sneak, lie, and steal. Skills he still uses off and on. When he was seventeen his parents forced him to sign up for the military. During training he displayed a little above average skill with a rifle, and put into a little above average importance squad. After his first combat experience he was labeled an uncontrollable psychopath. But when the zombies broke out, he was thrown into Team 115. What a waste of talent he would've been. Personality:Obviously a schysophrenic, Micheal often goes off into a bit too much detail about killing and the love he has for it. He doesn't have many friends and doesn't care to. The only people he listens to is the Captain and anyone the Captain tells him to listen to because the Captain has earned his utmost respect already. He loves bragging. Sample of your roleplaying:Foxtrot sat around the fire, sharpening his knife and whispering a tue that came to him at that moment. His mind soon trailed off to a fight he had earlier that day, when an enemy soldier had gotten a bit to close to him. He had thrown down his m16, whipped out his combat knife, and dug his knife into the man's throat. His bloodlust hardly satisfied, he had picked up his weapon and continued fighting. He chuckled now at the look in the dying man's eyes. It was that look that made him love his work. Other:
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:54 PM |
| (When we get enough players. I'll be making a CS soon.) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:56 PM |
| (Yay. Another Phsycopath soldier. Accepted.) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 08:57 PM |
| (Another? Who is the other psycho?) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 09:02 PM |
Team 115 Character Sheet: Name: Cole Phelps Rank: Captain Callsign: Lancer-115 A.ge: 29 Gender: M Appearance: Tall, muscular, black, short hair, normal soldier uniform, eyepatch on left eye. Weapons: AA-12 Cylinder Mag, M9 Bio: This man has been through more zombies than you can count. 2 infestations in Arizona, 2 in NYC. Personality: Not always friendly, loves fighting. Sample of your roleplaying: I helped him up. "At least Dave the Idiot did something good for once..." Other: Likes seeing body parts fly and looking like a boss. |
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| 02 Mar 2012 09:03 PM |
| (@firebender Just a guy in an older Rp, and ty, just make a CS.) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 09:06 PM |
| (K. I'm ready to start. Hope you guys are up for an all night roleplay session.) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 09:11 PM |
| (brb, gonna go all navy seal on the swimming sheep in MC.) |
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| 02 Mar 2012 10:19 PM |
Phelps
I sit in the Black Hawk, waiting to be dropped off. "Just like old times." I say to the soldiers next to me. We then parachute down into Central Park. |
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| 02 Mar 2012 10:40 PM |
| Foxtrot unhooked his parachute and smirked. "Time to kill a couple dead." He declared. |
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| 02 Mar 2012 10:53 PM |
| Breath. Aim. Fire. Reload. Repeat. That's how it's been all morning, the walkers forming a ring around the front of the complex. Breath. Aim. Fire. Repeat. |
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| 03 Mar 2012 10:07 AM |
Phelps
"Come to papa," I say as I shoot down a stampede of zombies. |
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| 03 Mar 2012 10:19 AM |
John
Down the street I hear shooting, but I lable it another survivor and keeps shooting at the approching mass of zombies. Pale grey and mo.aning, arms streached toward my window, on the 16th floor. Inhale. Exhale. Aim. Fire. Repeat. |
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| 03 Mar 2012 10:24 AM |
(Use the intro sig below now. It helps me get more info.)
Name: John Henry Location: Central Park Time: 1300 Hours
I decide to look around Central Park. |
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| 03 Mar 2012 10:33 AM |
Name: John Thatch Location: Del De Las Rosa Apartment complex, 16th floor, Central Park Time:1300 |
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| 03 Mar 2012 11:12 AM |
| Zombies are eating my brain! Help! |
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