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Post by Stelpher on Mar 9, 2014 4:47:12 GMT -5
I think we shouldn't all be banded together too much. The whole conflict between typical 'good citisen' survivors and a gang member makes the RP all the more interesting. For example, my character is a psychopath. Now sure their will be conflict if she was in a group with the good guys, but if she is in a group full of rebels and criminals, one wrong move and everyone will be slaughtering each other.
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 9, 2014 5:24:11 GMT -5
Name: Taylor Lawson Gender: Female Birthplace: Eugene, Oregon, USA Age: 21 Appearance: Taylor stands at 5'9" with a weight of roughly 54 kg (119 lbs). She has a surprisingly athletic figure, and is quite good at physical activity despite her lack of interest in it. She has a deathly pale complexion, as well as long dark hair, dyed black with thick red strains. She wears a red-stained white blouse under a black jacket. She also wears a grey skirt over black leggings as well as a pair of dark muddy green boots. Equipment: Weapons:Benelli M4 Tactical Shotgun, Taurus PT99, Machete - sharpened. Apparel/Armour: White blouse, black jacket, grey skirt, black leggings, boots, backpack. Wears Kevlar vest over jacket. Miscellaneous:-2 Packets of matches. -6 Cans of food. -8 Energy bars (various types) -3 Bottles of water. (2 Full) -14 12 gauge shells -23 9mm rounds. -2 15 round 9mm magazines. -1 Packet of painkillers. -2 Bandages. -1 Maglite 100 series with batteries to last 2 hours. -1 Raincoat. Faction: Currently none. Personality: Pre-patient Zero: Shy, Intelligent, Reserved. Post-patient Zero: Cruel, Sadistic, Cunning, Unstable. Background: Taylor was always a quiet girl, focused more on school work than making friends. She had whole months where she had never spoken to someone unless it was necessary. She went through her school life as a straight A student. Great at maths, great at sport, she even took the effort to learn two other languages. Although she never chose any after school activities as she didn't seem to enjoy them. In her private life she spent most of her time browsing the internet or hanging out with the few friends she had made. She tended to keep most individuals at a distance, and it took her years to develop the friendships she had through high school. While very few people sad as much, there was always something off about Taylor. Numerous people from her school that she didn't get along with disappeared over the course of time, and once she had gotten into a fight at school and hospitalized the other combatant. She went to university at the age of nineteen, studying in IT and a couple of other computer related subjects. After two years of learning, her parents decided she needed a while to wind down. Her parents recently won a free vacation to Rio de Janeiro and convinced her to come along during Spring Break. When everything went to shit, she and her mother returned to their hotel room, locking down and reinforcing. This area of the city didn't contain very many people, so there were significantly less infected than in most areas of the city. They scavenged from the other rooms and the kitchen the few times they left, managing to get by. As the time passed, her mind started to suffer. Without the law and order of regular life, her darker aspects started to show. She survived the initial apocalypse, and the time following. Because without the restrictions of sanity, the world is just fun and games... Journal:The following Journal is found scattered about in a hotel room in Rio de Janeiro.
The first few entries seem to be printed, with a small Calibri font."Entry 1" "Finally made it to the hotel, still feeling sick after the plane though. Gonna get some rest before looking around the city tomorrow." "Entry 9" "Mum and Dad are dragging me along to some party tonight. Oh well, the music's alright, so it shouldn't be too bad. I'll last, and it's still better than listening to a lecture for two hours." The next few entries are hastily scribbled down with lead pencils and pens."Entry 10" "Oh god oh god oh god. Something just happened. Something BIG. There was screaming and running and dying. Everywhere. Someone bit Dad, and the we found the police. THE POLICE SHOT DAD. They started shooting everyone who had been bitten. And then everyone else. It was terrible! Mum is crying again. She still holds onto the gun she brought. She points it at the door, saying someone could get in. But no-one can. We spent forever barricading it. Can still hear the screams outside. Oh god oh god..." "Entry 16" "The monsters outside have cleared off a bit. A group of scavengers got their attention. Ha! Sucks to be them. The Hunters are coming for them. I know. Mum keeps looking at me strangely. I think she wants my food. Greedy bitch..." Pages past entry 18 are no longer numbered, and messily scribbled in thick red matter, presumably blood."The fucking bitch. She was looking at my food again. How fucking dare she, she didn't even need it, she still had most of hers. She was going to kill me tonight, she wouldn't let go of the damn gun. Oh well. Now it's mine. So is the food. She still gets some of the room though. I let her keep the pantry, she always liked cooking. And she was the last person to touch that kitchen knife, so she's gonna have to clean it." "Ha! I caught a scavenger today! It was hilarious. I saw him out the window. He was pretty young, so I was sure he would have come to help if he heard the sound of a girl crying. The look on his face when he saw the pistol was priceless! And he even had a shotgun. Although I think he was with a group. Seen a lot more people around here lately, I think he was a scout." "I was right. There is a large group of scavengers outside. They know I'm here. They keep trying to flush me out, but I'm not that stupid. I like them, they're fun. They play games with me. We played Monster Tag. I won though, and two of them got bitten. My favourite is by far Hide and Seek though. We take it in turns, I lock up the hotel and they have to try and find me, then sometimes when they're looking for food I find them. Though I think they're going to die soon. They're running out of people and the Hunters aren't scared when their aren't enough people." "Right again. The Hunters got them. Although they did a good job of ransacking the place, it's getting harder and harder to find food. I think I'm going to have to move. I like the sound of that church place. They sound nice. Surely they wouldn't turn away a young girl would they ?" "I'm off, goodbye mother." (A few items in the equipment list are unexplained, but i believe that in this situation, you don't really need to explain it as it could be found on a scavenge run. If anyone disagrees with this and would like me to list reasons why, message me or something.)
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 9, 2014 15:30:06 GMT -5
Aye I wasn't going to RP with a group either, neither was GG. We would use the groups if we needed. Oh I like the idea of trade offs, meeting together and PVP battles though  |
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Mar 9, 2014 18:53:00 GMT -5
Ah. Good. It would've gotten messy as all hell if each player who has a faction would just haul them all over to their thread, even if there are two of them. We've gotten enough characters involved as it is - I wouldn't be able to keep the names straight with that.
So, the general rule is that even if you have a char whose part of a faction, he's the only one who is there with the rest of the faction elsewhere? And that we'll break it up into two threads, one a cutthroat, psychotic group and the others just normal survivors? Okay, so when will we start them up?
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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 10, 2014 5:33:21 GMT -5
When I finished my Cuban Char
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 10, 2014 13:08:55 GMT -5
Aye once everyone's done. Or just beforehand - people can get posts up while characters are being made. I'll probably solidify my plans tomorrow when I have oodles of free time.
Been on a field today doing aggression bioassays on wood ant ant colonies and kick sampling in a river so I'm just gonna go have a name.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Mar 10, 2014 13:35:32 GMT -5
I can relate. Not so much taking a field trip to study wood ant colonies, but being too busy with school to get on the site. Just take your time and post when you can.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 22, 2014 15:08:18 GMT -5
Okay so here's how we stand.
Meta, TLT, Butter, Me, Zen, Sab, Stel, completed (or mostly).
Endi, Unit, GG, Sal, aren't completed.
Uruk, said he'd join.
So I'll split it like this:
Me, Zen, Meta, Sab.
Other Me, TLT, Butter, Stel.
Everyone else will be divided up when their characters are finished. Stay tuned for threads!
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 22, 2014 16:26:08 GMT -5
Other me! Name: Gabriel "Gabe" Azevedo Gender: Male Birthplace: Buenaventura, Colombia. Age: 33 Appearance: Gabe is a muscled man, with well defined features hidden behind scars of blades and bullets. His face would be considered handsome, if not for the scar that runs from the right side of his head down to his nose. His face is covered in long dried blood, some of which is his own, and it mats in his disheveled beard, which hooks around his mouth into a goatee. Like his face, much o the rest of his body has blood on it, his arms (which he keeps bare under his tank top) are splattered with the dried substance and his hands are flecked with the blood of the dead. His head is shaved down, with a knife, but he keeps a short mohawk, kept styled with dried blood. Equipment: { Glock 17 - Click for Image}  { Red Tank Top - Click for Image}  { Worn Black Jeans - Click for Image}  { Black Waterproof Military Boots - Click for Image}  { Gerber Combat Knife w/ sheath - Click for Image}  - Backpack with cans of food, can opener, dried beef and bottles of water.
- 85x 9mm rounds in 5x 17 magazines.
- Two Flashlights
- Shark tooth necklace, now joined by a few teeth of seemingly human origin
Faction?: None, not since the loss of his last group. Personality: Gabe is a broken man, but is he truly broken? For he was seemingly born this way. Perhaps he was broken as a child... But all that doesn't matter, the man that is Gabe is charismatic, seemingly good-humoured, chatty and completely sadistic. Gabe enjoys the company of others while they're around, yet he seems to enjoy parting the company of others far, far more. He likes to keep souvenirs. Background: Born in the 'drug capital of the pacific coast', Buenaventura, Gabe grew up destitute and on the streets. It was only natural that he was dragged into the local business at the age of 13, at first as a lookout and then a drug runner - racing across the rooftops of Buenaventura to deliver 'packages'. More than once did his rooftop adventures result in a gunfight above the city streets, either against ruthless rival gangs or police units. Gabe was one of the lucky few, he survived this dangerous upbringing and when his Lord had taken notice of his 'good luck', he found himself tracking drugs on an international level, across the Amazonian border with Brazil. All by the time he was 20. Years of smuggling cocaine, marijuana and even small quantities of heroin across the border into Brazil gave Gabe a further reputation amongst his cartel, and beyond. Eight years into the international trade and he was infamous for such feats as the raiding of border patrols, the massacre of uncontacted natives and the burning of several smaller cartels operating in the area. His Lord had grown to appreciate Gabe's skills and at 28 he was sent ahead to Rio de Jeneiro to take a hand in running cartel operations in the area. Gabe was far from becoming a Lord himself, he wasn't even sent to take charge of operations in the city. Now he was merely a 'captain', organising the runners throughout the city and keeping their deals solid. But Gabe wouldn't sit back and merely organise his 'soldiers', no Gabe was a very 'hands on' man. He'd run some of the packages himself, to keep himself entertained. He'd eagerly await attempts by Militia or rival Cartel enforcers trying to take him down, just to sate his ever increasing bloodlust. They didn't come often, but enough to keep him from contemplating massacreing the people on the streets. Four years on and Gabe was still pumping the drugs through the city of Rio, he liked to think he was the 'Heart', his runners the 'blood', the drugs of course the 'life' of his Lord's Cartel. But then all hell broke loose. Gabe was out 'jogging' the fateful day the first outbreak occured in the city. While previous incidents had been noticed and infected (still just sick, not mind-raving biting madmen) had been quarantined, the day those quarantines broke and the undead demons had overwhelmed armed forces was the day Gabe's life... Didn't particularly change for the worse... Returning to his cartel after two nights avoiding the chaos of the streets below, Gabe found it already overrun and full of the infected. He took what he needed in has backpack (alot more than he has now), a rifle (since lost) and plenty of ammunition (since spent). Gabe joined up with a few of his runners along the way, flocking to him through fear of the Cartels and Militia that did survive the apocolypse. Gabe wasn't about to engage these still strong forces, merely content to fall back into the shadows and survive. Of course his methods of survival didn't involve scavanging from people, well... The dead people. The rest of his group, over time, didn't make it. Survivor's Log:A recorder found in the bloodstained bathroom of a dingy motel in one of Rio's Favelas, surrounded by the corpses of the undead, it looks to have been dropped hastily or lost.A woman screams over the sound of the recorder."No please-please, d-don't hurt him!" she begged, her voice torn with horror and fear, hoarse from the tears streaming down her face. The crunching sound of paper follows the thud of a man being thrown to the floor, a half-conscious groan is followed by a spluttering cough as a foot connects with the man's chest."Hurt him? You can't hurt the dead, sweetheart." the, clearly male, laughed as he spoke. The mirth in his voice belied the insanity in his words as the man on the floor groaned not the groan of the dead, but the groan of the living. The thud of footsteps are followed by something heavy being placed on a wooden table, throughout the sobs of the woman could be heard in the background. The click of a clasp opening is followed by rustling and several lighter thuds of items - the sound of the majority being metal - placed upon the table."You've got a good stash sweetheart, look at all this food. Or those painkillers?" the man pauses for a sarcasm-filled whistle. "It was nice of you to bring this for us." The woman starts up, her pleading words failing her at first before she manages to speak through the tears. "H-Have it! All of it! Just let us go, please!" "I'm sorry sweetheart... But you're going nowhere soon." he seemed almost genuinly apologetic, almost. You could still hear the smirk in his voice. "This guy, though." The clang of a hand taking something off the table. More footsteps, then the sound of cloth being pulled against wood. The woman's cries become louder, almost drowning out all other sounds. But she seems not to have been moved. Suddenly her cries become fevered, screams and shouts and curses are thrown into the air - almost blocking out the sound of knife parting flesh, bone and cloth, the gargling of blood and a dull, heavy, thud.The words can barely be heard over the cries and screams of the woman. "He's going to a better place." More walking and a metal object is placed back onto the table, so close to the recorder is this object that a slight drip can be heard of a liquid hitting the wood."Martinez!" the man shouted, loud over the sound of the woman's defeated sobs, "Martinez!" he repeated "Get this lady out of here," his voice takes on a darker tone, the menace of an barely-veiled threat can be heard in his words, he clearly enjoys the sound of her crying, "I'll deal with her later." The click of the recorder being turned off. |
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Mar 22, 2014 20:20:22 GMT -5
Two Gabes? Granted, mine likes to go by his full name except for those he considers friends, but still it'll provide some good rp chances.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 22, 2014 20:31:02 GMT -5
I had that in mind ^^ 'What's your name? Gabriel? No way!'
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Post by ThreeDawg on Mar 23, 2014 15:35:36 GMT -5
Threads are up! Here's how it stands, fill up the rotation in your own time and pattern! Look for them in the Supernatural Freeform section.
Me, Zen, Meta, Sab. - Good Night.
Other Me, TLT, Butter, Stel. - Good Luck.
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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 24, 2014 0:42:58 GMT -5
Whoo shit forgot about this …… damn I will make Juan soon
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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 26, 2014 16:10:45 GMT -5
Name: Juan Cortez Gender: Male Birthplace: Havanna Age: 47 Appearance:  (Cap with Red star, same collor Uniform with 2 red stars on his shoulders, black army boots Equipment:- Faction?: none. Personality:Background:Survivor's Log:((WILL COMPLETE IT ASAP))
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Post by ThreeDawg on May 6, 2014 7:01:40 GMT -5
Told a couple of you this already but it's probably best I do it here for all to see. I've got exams this week and next week so I'm using all my time for revision, gonna have to pause this (like I've been doing for a week already) when it comes to my turn.
Sorry for the wait folks!
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