It was a nondescript evening in the massive city of Ithica. Population around 18 million, broken up across several zones, the city is divided into 5 major areas, as it's located on the mouth of a river, the islands formed by the branching river form the foundation of the 16 square mile city. The middle of the city is a massive square mile park, that seems eerily out of place in the metropolis... But that's not where things started... oh no...
A mid-sized, warehouse like building stood in the middle of the port section of town. Like most buildings in that section of town, it had security guards... Actually, it was in fact so plain, one might mistake it for any other storage building for goods shipped from over seas.
Once inside the building however, scientists were busy working on various samples of a thick red liquid, held in test tubes, and dishes. The scientists observing something in microscopes. The tubes were all labeled with various bio-hazard symbols, along with printed tags describing some obscure classification to whatever was in the tubes. No one noticed when Dr. Rios slipped a capped tube filled with the liquid into his coat. In fact, the discrepancy wasn't noticed for another 8 hours, well after the good Doctor had slipped out of the building, cleared security and was already packed and on his way to the train station. He was tracked to Grand Central Station, where armed soldiers locked down the travel hub as best they could, and eventually trapped the doctor.
In a desperate last move, the doctor threw the test tube on the ground and watched the glass shatter. In such a concentrated form, the virus was very much air-born... although no such concentration could naturally exist, it spread through the station like wildfire, and as panic ensued, people rushed into the streets. Carrying the infection with them. Within 12 hours, the virus would take it's effect, turning people into the perfect bio-weapons, mindless, zombie-like beast. The virus knew other infected, they weren't food... but those who weren't infected, they were perfectly edible, or so the virus' rewiring of the brain told the host.
The virus in it's natural state is spread through saliva and blood, if any came in contact with the bloodstream of an uninfected, there was a 95% chance of becoming infected themselves... and a 5% chance of a relatively painless death... It is 100% transferable and has a 100% infection rate.
reports of constant riots have been playing over the news networks, stories of murders, and constant reassurance that the police have things under control. A simple stroll around the streets of any district tells you otherwise... whatever is going on, it isn't just riots, and it's spreading.
RP BasicsIf you couldn't tell by the intro post or title, this is a Zombie Survival RP, set in modern times. Player's can be human or furry, but, there are no DMFA style creatures, nor magic. Players are starting 2 weeks after Infection Day. Basic loadout of equipment... Assume between 500 and 2000 dollars were spent on supplies, no special licensing for weapons, unless your character has a reason to carry such things.... Combat is fairly free form, but i'd prefer that you describe what you're aiming for, and let me describe the results, unless a situation has been approved via PM or other source.
(BIG and INTERESTING side note)
Players are allowed to create multiple characters, and furthermore, those who are infected but not killed may play as infected. Once infected, you're character has no knowledge in the use of tools, but i'll allow you a good deal of leeway in not being a total "brainless savage sprinting into your target's guns"
Meta-gaming, God-modding, and acts of extreme stupidity will guarantee your current character infection, so don't do them... further acts of the first two will result in the death of you're infected character, and possible removal from the game... i'm fairly easy going, but i want this to be a survival RP, not a walk in the park...
and with that taken care of, here's what i'll need from your character sheets, anything else is not necessary, but it's always fun getting a back story from my players.
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Race/Species:
Appearance(height and body type req.):
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career:
Combat Abilities:
Non-combat Skills(non-career related):
Equipment:
(not needed, but always fun)
History:
Fun Facts/Trivia:
Active Players:
Paladin Sheppard: David Adams (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286258.html#msg286258)
Cogidubnus: John Ayers (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286357.html#msg286357)
wuffnpuff: Rebecca (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286773.html#msg286773)
Ghostwish: Charlie Mask (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286796.html#msg286796)
Boogeyman: Anastasia Molovich (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286823.html#msg286823)
Azlan: Bryan McKensie (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286851.html#msg286851)
Tipod: Joseph Boston (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286873.html#msg286873)
Kafziel: Oscar Aligheri (http://clockworkmansion.com/forum/index.php/topic,6200.msg286890.html#msg286890)
Tempted, will come up with a post in a bit...
Query: Not that I wish to do this, but is it possible to start as infected?
:eager OOOO!! Where's my shot gun?? >:3 I'll try to get a character up that isn't called 'Chance' :B XD
To Pal: Awesome...
To Boxy: I'd prefer not, but i guess i could make an exception, so long as everyone doesn't suddenly want to start as an infected
To Wuffnpuff: Alright, glad people are showing interest
... I'm suddenly tempted to start an almost entirely unoriginal (http://deadwinter.cc) character, who is armed with a mop.
I don't think I could play it seriously, though. Anyone watching me play should be obvious just how unserious I am.
and there's a problem with him fighting off zombies, then becoming one shortly?
Name: David Fredrick Adams
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Human
Appearance(height and body type req.): David Stands at 5'10" and is very athletic but not muscle bound. He has light brown hair which is cropped short with a well trimmed mustache, and blown/hazel eyes. David is dressed in the black one piece overalls of the IPD SWAT team, festooned with webbing carrying points with an armored vest, and a buttpack at the bottom of his back.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: IPD SWAT Team Sniper Commander (Sergeant Rank), Squad Armorer.
Combat Abilities: Highly Skilled marksman with any weapon in the IPD or United States Marine Corps. Well versed in urban, forest and desert combat and stealth skills. Able to repair and maintain his own weapons in the field.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Able turn MREs into edible food. David was also a College Baseball League player and can throw baseball sized objects with high speed and accuracy.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Growing up David was inspired by his single-parent father to grow up to be a Marine, but he was also a very gifted youngster academically and physically. Accepting a Marine sponsored scholarship at the College of Ithica for a Major in Mathematics, he was soon drafted into the College Baseball team. After graduation he enlisted in the Marines and was assigned to Force Recon after several years in an MEU. Due to his scores the Force Recon sent him off to the scout/sniper school at Kaneohe. After completing the school he was attached to SOCOM for the invasion of Afghanistan. During his third tour he was wounded and sent back to the US. During his recovery his term of service came up and he decided to take an honorable discharge. Returning to Ithica he joined the Ithica Police Department, and when he was asked to join the SWAT Team he accepted, quickly proving himself as a levelheaded officer who could think on his feet. After two years with the SWAT he was selected to become a Sergeant and command the Sniper Squad.
Fun Facts/Trivia: Known to Squad mates as 'DFA' which also stands for 'Death From Above'
Has a large selection of rifles and handguns at home dating from WW1 to Present.
Has been taking cooking classes.
Drives a 2001 BMW M3 that he bought from money his Mother left him in her will.
Equipment: M14 EBR with a 8x scope. M-26 LSS that can be fitted underneath the M14. Two M1911A1 pistols, Breaching Hammer. Ghille-Suit. Helmet with radio. Flashbangs x4. Cableties. Canteen.
Victim approved... i mean... no, no, i meant what i said... enjoy your stay in Ithica, watch out for the population... they're a bit bitey :P
Seeing as you're carrying a lot of weapons, just remember you're going to have to watch out for exhaustion as well as the infected...
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on June 27, 2009, 09:31:43 AM
Due to his scores the Force Recon sent him off to the scout/sniper school at Quantico.
The scout sniper school is now in Kaneohe, It was never at Quantico. Only officers go to Quantico. Just an FYI Pal.
Quote from: Azlan on June 27, 2009, 03:12:01 PM
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on June 27, 2009, 09:31:43 AM
Due to his scores the Force Recon sent him off to the scout/sniper school at Quantico.
The scout sniper school is now in Kaneohe, It was never at Quantico. Only officers go to Quantico. Just an FYI Pal.
Are you even part of this RP?
Alright...
Az: I really don't want character nitpicking... it really only leads to animosity between players. Given it's a fictional city setting, in a US analog, his history could be 100% accurate in this game...
Keats: a little harsh, jumping on someone will only lead to animosity, and i'd really like to avoid that, i want people to have fun in the game...
Both: don't take this as a rebuke or lecture, just an observation from my own experience, along with advice for further posting... I'd like to keep the focus on the game and questions regarding it...
Well Pal and I used to be on good terms, so I was actually trying to be helpful as I know a bit about the topic. I've worked for the US Marine Corp at Quantico and there is a significant amount of history behind the base. I would like to hope that we can preserve an amount of the honored history and not offend anyone.
I'm not sure why Keats attacked me for no apparent reason, but I will stick to PMs from now on as I do not seem welcome here.
oh, it's not that you're not welcome here... everyone is welcome... i'm just trying to keep things on the topic of the game... I don't want this to fall apart because of inter-player arguments starting before the game. I appreciate the gesture... it's just that i think a PM could also work to inform pal rather than correct him about a history, that he can flesh out later.
I welcome anyone who would like to join my game with open arms, i just want to keep the focus on the game, especially in these early stages...
Actually thanks for the info Azlan! I didn't quite know where it was.
Quote from: Azlan on June 27, 2009, 09:18:47 PM
Well Pal and I used to be on good terms, so I was actually trying to be helpful as I know a bit about the topic. I've worked for the US Marine Corp at Quantico and there is a significant amount of history behind the base. I would like to hope that we can preserve an amount of the honored history and not offend anyone.
I'm not sure why Keats attacked me for no apparent reason, but I will stick to PMs from now on as I do not seem welcome here.
I... actually feel significantly guilty now for jumping like I did. I'm sorry, Azlan. I got extremely defensive, and didn't know you had personal history involving the base.
Name: John Ayers (Mr. Ayers)
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Stands roughly six foot, Caucasian, with short blond hair and blue eyes. At work he wears black slacks, button-up shirts and a labcoat. He tends to dress similarly in leisure times, sans the labcoat.
Pre-Outbreak Career: Chemist. Graduated from MIT with a degree in Materials and Applied Chemistry, and found work developing compounds for use in de-oxydyzing semiconducting systems.
Combat Abilities: Little to no actual combat experience. Has kept himself in good physical shape, and other than this possess no inherent combat training. Is a skilled chemist, and as such has experience with a wide variety of harmful and sometimes impressively virulent compounds.
Non-Combat Skills (not related to career): Has some mechanical experience, and can do minor maintenance and repairs on motor vehicles. Inventive and resourceful.
History: Grew up in Boston the son of a chemist. Following in his father's footsteps, he became a chemist himself, graduating at 25 to specialize in industrial-application chemicals, and is currently employed in the semiconductor industry developing chemicals for applications in de-oxydization of semiconductor surfaces, as well as specializing in handling extremely dangerous compounds. Has worked in his field for over fifteen years, and is skilled at what he does. Was in Cambridge, Mass. when the outbreak hit.
Fun Facts: Is a smoker. Tends to get angry when someone chides him for the habit.
Equipment: One experimental (read, homemade) flamethrower using Chlorine Trifluoride as the oxidizing agent. Weighs approx. thirty pounds unloaded, fifty full. Kitchen knife, wrench, lighter, cigarettes, and a duffel bag filled with scavenged food, water bottles, sleeping bag and a flashlight.
Welcome aboard... one can only hope you know what you're doing with such a weapon... fire doesn't take sides... and it'll slow you down to a degree, not as bad as a WWII style one, but still, exhaustion is still something to worry about with a weapon that heavy.
Quote from: Azlan on June 27, 2009, 09:18:47 PM
Well Pal and I used to be on good terms, so I was actually trying to be helpful as I know a bit about the topic. I've worked for the US Marine Corp at Quantico and there is a significant amount of history behind the base. I would like to hope that we can preserve an amount of the honored history and not offend anyone.
I'm not sure why Keats attacked me for no apparent reason, but I will stick to PMs from now on as I do not seem welcome here.
I'm not sure Keats attacked you - queried, yes, but it wasn't what I'd term an attack. Yet. (I will admit it was shaping up to be so, and if I'd been awake at the right time, I'd have provided some corrective nudging - since proven unnecessary...)
For my part, I was actually interested in the information you provided. If you take that to PMs, I'll miss out on it, which would be a shame. I can't speak for anyone else, of course. (Unless wearing my mod hat, which this post isn't.)
Anyway, enough wrangling. Shall we move on with the game, everyone? That would be good. ;-]
Name:Rebecca
Age:23
Sex:Female
Race/Species:Human
Appearance(height and body type req.):5'3" Average build (has muscles - not too little and not too much). Her hair is brown with natural highlights and is shoulder length (but usually tied back in a pony tail). She has hazel eyes and freckles on her face and arms, especially on her shoulders. Her skin is quite pale due mostly to her heritage and possibly because she worked the midnight shift. She wears a simple t-shirt and jeans with a belt, and always has a hooded sweatshirt with her.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Nurse's Aide at a hospital in Ithica
Combat Abilities: Knows moderate self-defense moves (how to use someone's attack against them) which she aquired from her job. Other than that she has no real training but the few fights she has been in it could be described almost like she went into a 'berserko rage' mode. Had recently been target practicing with her father-in-law with a .22 semi-automatic hand gun and is a semi-good shot.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Is talented with animals; is a skilled horse rider. She can be considered a she-Macgyver of sorts since she can jimmy-rig just about anything. Also is very good at driving anything with wheels, and can operate a stick-shift.
Equipment: One .22 semi-automatic hand gun with two boxes of ammo (100 bullets total). The gun can hold 12 bullets at a time. A foot and a half long fantasy dagger (sharp and with scabbard hooked onto her belt), a Leatherman multi-purpose tool, a pink Nalgene water bottle (600mL), a school bag to carry things in (rations, can opener, small gun cleaning kit, and a small blanket), and duct tape (also in bag).
History: She grew up with a hard life; her mom grinding into her the survival spirit since her dad kicked them out of the house. She spent nights sleeping in a car, eating out of cans, and wondering when the next meal would be. Her small family came out of the rut and she excelled at school, even though she barely applied herself. She graduated, went to college, got married, continued going to school while working at the hospital, and everything was going pretty well until the outbreak started. She knew something was really wrong when her husband disappeared, and so she prepared herself for the worst.
Fun Facts/Trivia: Her favorite food is peanut butter and jelly, and is almost completely obsessed with Disney World (which, is where her hoodie came from).
Rebecca approved, and welcome to the game...
The IC is up, and the game is still opened... adding additional people will be a simple act of getting them approved and deciding a starting position...
2 characters that i'm introing ahead of their charge...
Name: Carlos Mendoza
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Weasel
Appearance: 5'8" muscled and exceedingly fit, Carlos hold the rank of Master Sargent in the US Army, operating as one of many of the members of the Green Berets on loan to the Department of Defense (DOD) for clean-up duty in an attempt to quash the infection before it gets out of hand. He's dressed in unmarked, black, lightweight tactical armor. A head to toe Nylon/Kevlar weave body suit, a lightweight full face cover, similar to ski mask made by under-armor designed to keep sweat out of ones eyes. He wears an extremely lightweight tactical helmet. His entire load-out if for a short duration, high intensity mission, he's loaded with ammunition, a couple of grenades, and is carrying a suppressed UMP .45 with attached holo-sight, along with a Kimber .45ACP with silencer for a pistol. He carries a small camel-back style water holder, along with the other weapons, he carries a pair of machetes.
Name: Jason Salem
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Panther
Appearance: Standing at 6'3" he's thin, and sinuous, his light frame makes him appear even taller. Wearing unmarked, black, light-weight tactical armor, he's wearing a head to toe Nylon/kevlar weave body suit, along with combat webbing over the light protective garb. He wears a ski-mask like face cover, along with a lightweight tactical helmet over that. Clipped to the helmet is a set of night vision goggles, and his combat webbing is loaded with spare magazines for his suppressed UMP.45 and silenced Kimber .45ACP. He is wearing a camelback style water bag on his back, and a couple of ration bars strapped into his left side leg harness. In a secondary holster, Salem carries a side by side double-barreled shotgun which has been cut down to borderline ridiculous proportions. The entire stock is missing, and the barrels barely measure 8 inches, leaving him with, in essence, a 12 gauge handgun. His small back-pack carries a box of 50 shells along with a med-kit, and some plastic explosive designed for door-breaching. He also carries a high carbon-steel, heat-treated and laser sharpened wakizashi for a melee weapon.
Both of these characters are in the helicopter which has passed over pally. They have been tasked with retrieving one of the scientists working at the lab.
Gyah! You all most be crazy! The GM gives you the option of furry races, and you chose the dull-sensed human? Sure, the endurance is good, but you're all zombie food when the hunter types start showing up! :P
Me? I'm going to chose the race I think would be bested suited for this madness. :mowwink
Name: Charlie Mask
Age: 47
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Raccoon
Appearance(height and body type req.): Appearing as your typical racoon, with a full facial mask and dark brown eyes. He is fit and trim, with a leaning towards agility and stamina over strength and bulk. Wears cargo pants and a sweater.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Doctor, specializing in micro-biology
Combat Abilities: Very agile, a crack shot with a rifle with training in a wide variety of weapons, and also skilled in trap-laying
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Typical of a raccoon, Charlie has dabbled in many different things over the years, making him a jack of all trades, but master of none. The one odd and ends he seems to excel at is that of scavenging and survival, owing to both his training and his own natural instincts.
Equipment: M4 Carbine Rifle, Pump Action Shotgun, light-grade body armor, gasmask, along with a backpack loaded with enough rations for a week, a sleeping bag, swiss-army knife, small medical kit, water canteen, a map of the city.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Straight out of highschool, 8 years in the army say Charlie as an Army Ranger trained for long-range recon. After an eventful career as such, Charlie left with an honorable discharge and went into college, earning two degrees, one in medicine and one in micro-biology. He has spent most of his time either at work, or enjoying one of his many (and unusual) hobbies. He spends time at home tinkering with electronics, building all manner of bizarre contraptions, or cleaning and maintaining his arsenal. As his fascination with large fireworks, paintball, and hunting in the woods became known, he also became known as 'Crazy Coon Charlie'.
Fun Facts/Trivia:
Charlie is known for being very 'twitchy' outside of combat situations.
Charlie's arsenal includes mostly high-caliber weapons, very few of which are legal to own. His fascination with the anarchist's cookbook has not helped this.
Charlie owns an old nissan truck, named 'Ol Faithful' for the fact it never seems to breakdown or suffer even minor problems. More than likely this stems from the fact Charlie can't seem to stop tinkering with it.
Charlie also likes HAM radios, and has quite the setup in his basement, along with a smaller unit in his truck.
Raccoons are blessed with extremely keen night vision, bordering on being able to see near-perfectly in little to no light whatsoever. No one can see in pitch black, but so long as there is a shimmer of light, Charlie's keen eyes are yet to fail him.
Charlie is one crazy furball. :mowtongue
PS: Odd question, but will the intent of the storyline unite the players, or is this a solo ordeal?
right-o... similar to David (pal's character) but he works...
Name: Anastasia Molovich
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Race/Species: Rabbit
Appearance(height and body type req.): Not a particularly attractive nor ugly woman, Anastasia has messy black hair that usually resists her attempts to keep it in a ponytail, slightly on the stocky side but not the curviest of builds, and features more readily described as handsome than pretty. 4'11" tall, on a good day. Several scars across the lower half of her face, which she keeps covered at all times with the collar of her lab coat. Gray fur.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Hired scientist, specializing in weapons research. Usually highly illegal work, but her most recent project was government contracted. Something about a virus.
Combat Abilities: While she carries a firearm, she isn't particularly good with it. Mainly her advantage in combat is her talents as a tactitian and the use of her drones to stay aware of everything going on around her.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): None, really, if it's non-career related. She's a damn fine medic, mechanic and engineer, and there's her drone's usefulness as scouts.
Equipment: One firearm, a first aide kit, a small vial full of some pink goo that she'll only refer to as "putty" used for repairing her drones, the "droneeye" (a small portable screen that displays the view of a camera implanted in each drone) and three small homemade creatures resembling three-fingered hands with a pair of eyes on them (the drones themselves). The drones, in addition to spying, are useful for fetching small objects and, due to their biological nature, make good zombie bait.
History: Anastasia has had a varied career as a mad scientist. Contracts from governments and terrorist cells alike are tossed to her feet every day. Ironically, the products most in demand are her greatest failures; she could invent a digital pet and end up with a psychotic AI. A simple automotive repair becomes a giant robot. A lobster bisque becomes a chitinous horror destroying downtown, and so on. Recently, however, she had a simple enough job working on a government sponsored program working on a bioweapons project concealed in a port warehouse.
Then, of course, as with all of her projects, it all went to hell.
Fun Facts/Trivia: Anastasia's got a high opinion of herself, and is able to rationalize just about any action she may take. Misanthropic with a superiority complex that could be seen from space, it's rather hard to get on her good side. Doing as she says seems to get good results.
Let's try this and see then...
Name: Bryan McKensie
Age: 38
Sex: Males
Race/Species: Fox
Appearance (height and body type req.): Typical of a fox in all features, he has very light fur color that it appears to be yellow-gold. He has the typical black accents and markings (ears, hands/feet, tail tip), but is monotone fur color for his body. His eyes are blue. He is light of frame, fit and trim, and shows signs of extended athleticism.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Nation Guard – Deputy Director, National Center for Infectious Diseases (Brigadier General). Medical Doctor, Immunology and Infectious Diseases
Combat Abilities: Basic training in most Firearms, hand to hand combat, and tactics. Not considered a line officer, so training is not as in-depth as a combat officer.
Non-combat Skills (non-career related): Accomplished classical guitarist, non-professional (hobbyist) racecar driver, and mountain-climber (and other outdoorsy activities).
Equipment: Two M9 Pistols (Guard issued – the only thing he would be allowed to carry), Ruger SR-556 (personal; miss-ordered online, was trying to buy a Mini-14), Army Riot vest (National Guard issued), flashlight, survival pack (contains desalination tablets, camphor blocks, rope, climbing gear, flares, etc.), canteen and MREs, Field Medical kit.
History: Bryan grew up in a rather well to do family in Maryland. His father spent most of his time and effort in running businesses and making money at the expense of others. Not particularly comfortable with his future in business, he decided to do two things to go against the grain of his family; serve his country and study medicine to help others. Having high marks throughout school, Bryan was accepted and graduated from the Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences (USU) with a Ph.D. in Emerging Infectious Diseases and an O-1 commission to the Army Reserve. He spent much of the subsequent years working in several hospitals and research facilities across the States until finally settling in Ithica. He was appointed as the Deputy Director of Ithica's branch of the National Center for Infectious Diseases and made the youngest person to date to receive a promotion to O-7 (Brigadier General). His father's influence is most likely to blame and there are many that do not see this as an appropriate promotion.
Fun Facts/Trivia:
Bryan is very fond of Ginger chews
He is allergic to ethanol and only ethanol (i.e. all alcoholic beverages)
He likes MREs, they taste good to him
He is well published
He is a master of word processing, spreadsheet and presentation programs... all other aspects of computers are impossible for him.
Youch 38 and a O-7 Azzy? I'm sure hes not liked among his peers :P
XP pally beat me to it... welcome to the mad house Azz, hope you enjoy your stay
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on July 01, 2009, 10:29:36 AM
Youch 38 and a O-7 Azzy? I'm sure hes not liked among his peers :P
Not happy at all, the youngest appointment to date was 42... I thought it'd be fun to break that, but it also makes him wholly inexperienced at that level of command, which should be fun in a disaster.
All the old men are not happy :3
Quote from: Basilisk2150 on July 01, 2009, 10:34:48 AM
XP pally beat me to it... welcome to the mad house Azz, hope you enjoy your stay
I noticed the larger majority of characters so far are rather scientific, should be interesting in a small room with time to debate.
yes, yes, it would seem that NPCs are going to be providing the majority of the actual protection... Lucky for you Az, you've got whole platoons worth of red shirts at your disposal XD... unlike the others... and the scientific debates will be rather one sides, seeing as Bryan has a bit of background information the others don't have access to yet.
Pfft, you people and your soldiers/scientists.
Name: Joseph Boston
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Joseph is mildly in shape, though only of average height (5' 10"), with brown eyes and short chestnut hair. Facial hair is limited to a light goatee. Outside of his job, he tends to settle for jeans and his favorite workshirt: black, with a small LPGA tour patch sewn on the breast.
Pre-zombie Outbreak Career: Sports instructor, now settled on golf
Combat abilities: slim to nothing, Joseph's talents center squarely on using whatever melee weapon is on hand; firearm skills are also fairly lackluster, but most undead are nice enough to get close for that.
Non-combat Abilities: basic first-aid and CPR training, as well as general handyman and car repair know-how.
Equipment: nine-iron, first-aid kit, duffel bag, Mossburg 500 12-gauge, 50 Remington brand rifled deer slugs, 75 Winchester Super-X buckshot shells (made with as much skill, care and quality now as they were in 1922!)
History: Joseph Boston is (was) a man living the good life: faithful wife, loving son, roomy apartment, and teaching the thing he loves most for $100 an hour. Every week a beautiful routine, showing some middle-aged schlubb how to hit a ball before coming home to dinner on the table and a hug from Junior and the missus. Really, his story is that of any honest man's, doing the right thing and always keeping calm when disaster strikes.
Well, no honest man is prepared for this kind of disaster, so that cool head might not stay so cool after all.
Trivia: -Only ever went to an amusement park once in his life, for his son's eighth birthday.
-Actually prefers chewing gum to smoking cigarettes.
-Goes to church each and every Sunday.
I'll post my character later. This might be fun.
Well, this is growing much faster than i expected... and seems the humans have a majority, by a good margin too...
I like the character, Tipod, not a gun nut, nor any real combat skills. Should be quite fun to see how i can mess with him once things get going... once Cogi posts in the IC, I'll get intros for Bryan, Anastasia and Joseph up... along with anyone else who joins between now and then...
As a side note, dunno how much i'll be online tomorrow-Sunday, as I'll be meeting some peoples at AC in Pittsburgh, and should be back home some time Monday evening...
Name:
Name: OScar Aligheri
Age:21
Sex:Male
Race/Species:Ocelot
Appearance(height and body type req.):5' 9" with a somewhat overweight build to him. Green eyes and short blonde hair in a number 2 style. Light gold fur with a lighter, almost white chin and belly. When out of his usual work uniform, which consists of a black shirt and pants and a red vest,he can usually be seen wearing novelty T-SHirts with sarcastic phrases on them.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career:Big-Box Mart Sales Clerk
Combat Abilities:Limited to basic shotgun training, but knows how to improvise weaponry, such as crowbars and vehicles.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related):Shotgun upkeep, Driver's License Class(operation of Cars, Vans and forklifts), above average at handling computers and uncanny knowledge of retail stores.
Equipment: Crowbar, Remington 870 12-Gauge SHotgun, 100 12 Gauge Rounds, First Aid Kit, Reading Glasses Flare Gun w/ 20 flares, Backpack, Food sources include 3 boxes of granola bars, a box of Frosted Flakes, and a large water bottle.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Oscar's can be described as pretty plain. He lives with his parents, and is trying to build up enough money for college. Generally a decent, joking guy, Oscar still felt like life was passing him by. However, all that changed with the outbreak, where it seemed his hobby of watching zombie flicks might actually come in handy...
Fun Facts/Trivia: Oscar is nearsighted.
Oscar picked up Kickboxing as a means to get himself into shape.
Oscar as an almost enclyclopedic knowledge of horror movies.
hehe, golf instructor and a sales clerk.... and everyone seems to love their shotguns *grins* this will be quite amusing... one can only hope 'slightly overweight' doesn't mean too flabby... otherwise he might not succeed in the zombie-motivational weight-loss program
Basilisk, is it wrong that I immediately thought to this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xora0XrUK2U) when I read the Big-Box Mart section of your post?
no, not really... the fact of the matter is, is that i'm a little bummed out at not getting to go to AC, and instead of getting sad, my sadistic side took over... surprisingly, i felt much better after writing the post... and sorry for the lack of forewarning that someone was going to get messed with this early on... anyways... most of you are in mildly threatening situations... except the ocelot who should be D: right about now....
hope you're all enjoying the game, as i'll try and update for boog ASAP, and cog as soon as he posts... don't want anyone to get too far behind...
also boog... way to red-shirt Mendoza even worse now :U... not only is he faceless cannon fodder, his name has been forgotten, and as such he's now completely expendable, and his death is guaranteed... and probably comedic. meanwhile Salem has now been upgraded from red-shirt status to, still expendable, but important enough to warrant a name... therefore he shall survive at least twice as long as Mendoza
*snrks* Named in the same sense as a dog, or a computer, or a shower head. I wouldn't give him good odds.
From Now on, I am referring to the lunatic Bas has created as 'Piggsy', another spawn of Lucifer who scared the shit out of me.
Bwehehehehe! Exactly what our twisted GM was going for, me finks. :D
Man, if Charlie had been in that position, there would have been no dialogue.. Just BLAM, BLAM, and then another BLAM. XD
I was on the fence about joining this, mainly for the sake of bringing back a character I created for a round of the board game Zombies!!!. His name: (The) Gary.
Imagine my surprise when I clicked the second page of the IC thread.
Just in case I do join, question: What exactly is meant by "equipment"? I'm sure most people would have food and basic tools in their homes, but they wouldn't normally carry them around before the zombies started rising.
equipment is the stuff you have readily available in your character's home, or base, or where ever he or she happens to be at this point in time that it will become his or her standard gear while moving through the partially infected city. If you come across dead soldiers, (like cogi's current position) you can feel free to loot the corpses for anything useful and add it to your cache of gear... Equipment is what is readily accessible for your character, it is in their possession in one way or another, either it is owned, and easily reached (at this point), or is currently on their person (only equipment available later)...
sorry for the double post, added a character index to the first post of the OOC... just thought i'd give everyone the heads up
Hey guys at this time I am experiencing extreme mental difficulty, I humbly ask the GM (Basilisk2150) to take over my character David for me until such time as I am able to resume.
I will post something soon, I just do not have time today.
No worries Az, i'm just grouping some of the others together at the moment, so there's no rush really...
Going to quakecon, will be back sunday!
Due to the fact I'm doing much better than two weeks ago I'm gonna give posting a go on Monday see ya'll then :3
Just a notification: Due to the passing of my Grandmother, I will likely be out of contact with the internet from Monday August 17th through Thursday August 27th. I will be traveling to the island of Kauai in Hawaii and I am not sure of my internet availability in these areas.
room for another?
Name: Ian Abernathy
Age:21 (it's his birth day)
Sex:male
Race/Species:rat
Appearance(height and body type req.): 5'9'', 190Lbs, muscular.
hair: black neck length hair
head: silver rimmed onyx black sunglasses, two studs in left ear three in the right. one nose stud and a tongue stud
neck: dog tags one with vital info and the other with a thundercats logo.
Torso: plain white "wife beater"tank top under a stained and tattered US army summer fatigue top
hands: right hand has a class ring with an onyx stone left is watch hand.
bottom:baggy denim jeans and a fabric belt to hold them up.
shoes: black and gray plain two tone suede skater shoes
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: head clerk at atomic comix
Combat Abilities: proficiency with hand guns and is average with rifles, and professional kickboxing instruction(his trainer also taught him how to incorporate it into his brutal street fighting methods)
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): stealth, basic carpentry,and basic plumbing
Equipment:1 M1911 Colt Series 70. (modified to use 12 round clips) and a louisville slugger(oak) and a catcher's mitt
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Ian was a farmer's son. His early years consisted of leaning to walk learning to talk and learning to shoot a gun. After he reached age 10 his father started teaching him how to drive a tractor and whatever wheeled vehicles they needed to operate on the farm.
After hitting 14, though his temperament soured and he rebelled in no small way. By age 16 after acquiring a license he hit the road and had to be dragged back by police. There was nothing on that farm that could hold him down too long, except the threat of jail time, for after a while of repeated appearances before judge Roberts Ian was sentenced to house arrest....and to take up a hobby. Ian decided on kick boxing, and after he showed the instructor what he had already learned in the countless fights he'd gotten into, he knew Ian was onto something.
Fun Facts/Trivia: if you find the right spot and tickle he'll shoot a string of spit out his nose.
his favorite thundercat is cheetara
he has an insatiable need for some form of sugar every so many days
he sees taboos as something he just hasn't tried yet.
actually, i've got room for several more :3 glad to see there's still some additional interest...
as for the location of your player, Marcone, the IC time is a little before noon. Depending on what section of the city he's in, he might be on lunch break and oblivious to the what's going on, he might have had a brush with some of the so-called rioters, and know something's up. Or, if he's in the inner city, or docks districts, chances are, he's running for his life and scared half to death.
If you need some help with an intro post, just PM me, otherwise, welcome to Ithica, little play thing >:3
Uh...RPing isn't a possibility for me at this point in time. Just a Heads up. Hopefully, I will be able to rejoin within a few days, but damn...
Really sorry every, especially bas, but somethings cannot be helped.
Update: Nevermind, we now return to your regular progarming.
welcome back, as soon as ghost gets a post in, i'll give you guys an update :3
I realized just now that I had completely glazed over parts of Bas and Ghost's posts. *headsmack*
Blame it on pulling both school and full, eight hour workdays for the past couple weeks.
S'alrigt, lets me do something fun i had planned :3
I may be back to posting soon... hopefully.
Black_Angel: "Clack* Clunk* Crunch* Squinch* Pyramid Crab has come to pinch"
The hospital has received the first major threat any of you have really faced... i hope you're enjoying the game as much as i am >:3
Atomic Comix was inside a mall, ian wouldnt go straight out onto a street, unless you'd deam it to be otherwise, but he'd stop at his car first. :zombiekun2
Ah, my bad, i thought you meant like a strip mall...
no problem.
Name: Alexander Baldwin (Xander)
Age:14
Sex:Male
Race/Species: Human
Appearance(height and body type req.): Stands 5/6 with dirty blonde buzzed hair. His hair is is curly and messy. He has an average physical standing but a bit flabby from nonactivty in sports that year. He can run very fast for a short distance though.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Student
Combat Abilities: Has basic understanding of pistols and rifles from two years of going to a shooting with his father. Does not understand much of more complicated area such as matience and cleaning but can shoot the wepons without shooting himself in the foot. He can fight physically due to beign harrassed by kids at his middle school.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Fairly good knowledge of cooking. A good knowledge of cars from school and personal research. knows how to hotwire but has never had to actually try. Basic hacking skills.
Equipment: A pocket knife, a 9mm pistol with a full clip and 30 extra bullets, a laptop case carrying a fairly new laptop.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Has lived in the city of Ithica all his life. His father Johnathen Baldwin is a member of the police. His mother Maria went missing 4 years ago.
Fun Facts/ Triva: After his mother dispeared he began having prolbems with thugs hence why he can fight well.
He is a frequent visitor of message board 42san.
Thanks for editing the character Assassin... Welcome In, watch out for the locals, some of 'em are a bit bitey... I'll get a post up within the next day or 2 to get you started :3
As for the rest of you... I'm waiting on Ghost, Tipod, Cog and Kafziel for the main people i'm concerned with... you others who are waiting... well *shrugs* i'll do my best without auto-ing anyone too much if the silence keeps up :/
I myself am waiting for Cog myself. I'd just feel kinda bad if I left him hanging in the wind.
Am I to infer that some are not currently able bodied to participate of something? Also, I am gonna be so busy reading through the IC thread I am only post 22 :mowsad
One quick edit done to my fun facts just a clever idea of what this laptop to can be used for.
Quote from: Basilisk on October 06, 2009, 06:46:57 PM
Thanks for editing the character Assassin... Welcome In, watch out for the locals, some of 'em are a bit bitey... I'll get a post up within the next day or 2 to get you started :3
As for the rest of you... I'm waiting on Ghost, Tipod, Cog and Kafziel for the main people i'm concerned with... you others who are waiting... well *shrugs* i'll do my best without auto-ing anyone too much if the silence keeps up :/
computer craped out on me so ill be a bit quiet for a while.
p.s. after this gunshop scene im going to make a serious effort to join up with the supermarket group a little autoing and direction to key posts about the others would be nice.(i havent been keeping track.....Ian wouldnt know any of that stuff and i can always go back and reread.
hmm... just curious where everyone went... the game seems to be limping along at the moment :/
Quote from: Basilisk on November 11, 2009, 11:23:40 PM
hmm... just curious where everyone went... the game seems to be limping along at the moment :/
Dragon Age is eating time... fox may be slow to respond.
seems i've forgotten something rather amusing :B
here comes Gallie the Alligator,
he's a PC decemator.
turning people into mush.
You can smell blood on his Breath.
You'd better run and flee in fear...
Or he'll be taking a chuck out of your rear...
Better stay out of his path,
or you'll fall victim to his wrath
Quote from: Basilisk
hmm... just curious where everyone went... the game seems to be limping along at the moment
This is a
ZOMBIE survival game...
Name: Tanya "Cali" Goldson
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Race/Species: Feline
Appearance(height and body type req.):
Height: 5'6
Weight: 140
Body Type: Athletic
Fur: Calico, has a brown and black and brown spot on fur around right eye.
Eyes: Golden
Attire: White T-shirt, Black Hoodie, blue jeans and sneakers.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Car Thief/Mechanic
Combat Abilities: Was taught how to use a hand gun, rifle, and shotgun by her grandfather. Can scavenge things together to make crude weaponry (think molotov cocktail). Passable Unarmed combat, no specific form.
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Can hot wire vehicles and pick locks. Can drive both stick and automatic, and is a competant driver. If given the equipment and resources she can repair vehicles. She can also arc weld metal though she isn't licensed for it. She is really good at jumping and running.
Equipment: .22 semi-auto pistol, 12 shot clip, 1 box of ammo (50 rounds), 1 .38 special revolver + 4 extra bullets, Crowbar, 3 Premade Molotov Cocktails, 2 Lighters, Lock Picks, swiss army pocket knife, Flashlight, Pack of 4 D cell batteries, cell phone + charger. 1 gallon jug of water, 3 packages of jerky, 1 Summer Sausage, 1 bottle of aspirin, and a 10 foot wooden pole*
*a cookie to whomever gets the referance.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Tanya grew up in the poorer side of Ithica city with her mechanic father. She started getting into trouble with the law around the age of 14 with petty theft on multiple occasions. Around the age of 16, her father was injured on the job and she was sent to live with her grandparents' farm where her grandfather, "A WW2 vet" showed her how to handle a firearm, after 3 months she returned home to her father (who had recovered and was working as a mechanic still) and her string of petty crimes continued. She was caught on multiple occasions and her relationship with her father was strained. Figuring that her actions stemmed from too much idle time, he got her a job at his garage hoping she'd straighten out. At this time she acted as a look out for a local car thief, who would eventually get caught, but didn't turn evidence against her, (earlier on she started using her nickname Cali which is short for Calico. During her final year at high school she found out about arc welding during an art class. She took it up but wasn't able to stick with it. She graduated with a C average, and the last two years she's spent working at a mechanics shop and occasionally boosting vehicles.
Fun Facts/Trivia:
Most of the older cops on the force know her by sight.
She stole the .38 special from the glove compartment of one of the cars she boosted, this was her "gun" till the zombie event occured after which she stole a more practical firearm.
She has has used the gun to persuade people, but hasn't actually shot anybody.
Her favorite food is chili dogs.
She had a friend who was a zombie survival fanatic, he died 2 days into the event.
Woo, i think we've got our first criminal for DFO... welcome aboard good Ma'am/Sir (rather unsure what to refer to you as Squirrel :B) Anyways, have fun and enjoy, i'll get you an intro post with the next update... probably tomorrow
apologies for the double post... anyways, Cog has recently informed me that he's rather swamped and going on temporary hiatus from this game... Kafzeil, i've got something planned for this, so no worries about waiting to post :3
Figure I'd throw this up for Tanya's Father. Note this is for reference, he's still an npc.
Name: Karl Goldson
Age: 48
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Feline
Appearance(height and body type req.):
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195
Body Type: Solid build with a slight paunch.
Fur: Orange Tabby
Eyes: Green
Attire: Jeans, White T-shirt, Long Sleeve Shirt with name tag and Goldson's Garage on the back.
Pre-Zombie Outbreak Career: Mechanic
Combat Abilities: Grew up on a farm, so he knows his way around rifles, pistols, and shot guns. Boxing (competed at a young age, didn't get far before an injury took him out of the ring.)
Non-combat Skills(non-career related): Karl is handy with a rope, and can tie variety of knots, and lashes. He can handle animals, can identify local flora, and has some basic first aid knowledge.
Equipment: Cell-Phone with a dead battery. Toolbox. Penlight. Pad and Paper.
(not needed, but always fun)
History: Karl grew up in the country with three other siblings. He grew up working, and developed a taste for mechanics at an early age. He quickly learned and was soon responsible for maintaining their equipment. During High School, Karl was into Amateur Boxing. Unfortunately, he suffered a concussion which ended his boxing career. He sufferers from periodic bouts of dizziness due to the injury. At the age of 23 he moved to Ithica to take courses at the local college. He majored in business and was going for his masters, while opening his garage, when he met Emily Isan a local nursing student. They dated for a while; and after Emily became pregnant with Tanya, Karl married her. Emily would finish her course work before Tanya was born, but Karl had dropped his coursework and focused on his business, as money was tight. About two years after Tanya was born, tragedy struck as Emily was struck by an out of control car near the hospital where she worked, and she was killed. This hit Karl hard, and led him to focus his attention onto his daughter, grimly trying to hold onto the memory of his wife. After the death of his wife, Karl tried to keep working, but his soul was no longer in his work. At the age of 14, Tanya started rebelling against the system. Most of all, she was rebelling against him. Karl tried to disciplining her but it ended up pushing her further away. When Tanya was 16, Karl's right leg was broken on the job. Karl sent Tanya to stay with his parents, as even with injury insurance money was going to be tight. Karl healed, but ended up with a limp. After Tanya returned from her grandparents, she started getting into trouble with the law again. Seeing this as an overabundance of free time, Karl gave her a job in his shop. This would serve to further strain their relationship but it also introduced Tanya to the world of mechanics, for which she had a certain knack for.
As of the present, Karl is trying to keep both his business and family together. Tanya started bringing in some extra cash on the side, of which he has his suspicions as to what she is doing, and it pains him; though he doesn't confront her with it.
Fun Facts/Trivia:
Karl has a loud boisterous laugh, though its rarely heard.
He has an aversion to technology, specifically computers and electronics. Karl is basically computer savvy enough to keep the books, and for the purposes of his job. He has a cell phone, though more often than not he forgets to charge it.
Things seem to be on a slow death-spiral for the zombie game :/ I'm thinking about putting this on temporary hiatus until the interest and players who want to be involved are back to continue... apologies to those who've been consistent and are still around. I hope this has been fun thus far, but interest seems to have waned a bit... If you're still interested in playing, just let me know and i'll scrap the idea of hiatus... but right now, i think it might be the best thing...
dude start this one back up.....
did i hear the magic words "finals are over."?