Cypress Creek. June, 2567. A planned community for Maibatsu employees. One month after the subsequent quarantine and lockdown of the nearby city Utopia Primus.
Following reports of an outbreak of a deadly fever-like virus on outlying cities of the planet-colony of Casimolar, a state of emergency was declared. All traffic coming from off-world was suspended. Martial law was enacted throughout the colony world.
All planetary corporate security assets, mercenaries, were mobilized to facilitate in the pacification and containment of the virus. The virus itself was a bio-weapon developed in two facilities, one on the outskirts of the now locked down Utopia Primus, and another outside Cypress Creek. Site A and Site B. Status: compromised.
Maibatsu thought the virus had been contained in Utopia Primus. They were wrong. The infection was spreading at a geometric rate, by the second week of June, all cities and had been marked infected. It was projected that by within the first days of July, the entire planet and its populace would have been contaminated by infection. Maibatsu’s Corporate Security Department decided to activate planetary evacuation protocols.
Evacuation of the outlying cities was futile, as the starports were swarmed with the infected, those rendered by the virus into ghoulish predatory forms, deadites, humans degenerated into unintelligible, rabid and extremely dangerous monsters. Those that ran were chased down and torn to pieces. Those that tried to fight, with firearms or improvised weaponry, were swarmed and disemboweled. Only those that hid had a chance at survival. But the damned are ever hungry for the flesh of the living.
Enter Cypress Creek. A festering necropolis swarming with the undead. After contact was lost with a previous taskforce sent to reconnoiter the area, a unit of Corporate Security operatives, armed mercenaries, was dispatched to a search and rescue mission. The survivors, if there were any left, would be brought to Casimolar Prime, the last bastion of humanity in the planet, a battle-ridden fortress city that holds the planet’s last remaining starport.
However, not all went as planned. As, on the way to Cypress Creek, the mercenaries were ambushed by bizarre mutated creatures that were once part of Site B’s bio-weapons project. Now, with the bulk of the would-be rescuers dead, and with the remaining mercenaries reduced to trying to survive the decaying ruins of Cypress Creek, our game begins.
Enter Necropolis.
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Necropolis is an RP that revolves around two character classes: the mercenary (corporate security) and the survivor (From civilians such as doctors, scientists, accountants, nurses, students, and mechanics, janitors, drivers, and store clerks to local police officers).
The mercenaries will be, by default, armed with firearms, although because of their brush in with the bizarre mutant creatures that were once part of Site B’s bio-weapons project, ammunition will be limited. So players using mercenaries, be sure to conserve your ammo.
The civilians will have to use improvised weapons. These weapons will probably have something to do with their occupation prior to the onset of the infection, but will generally be something a normal guy can stumble upon (say a baseball bat or a big ass machete or a lead pipe). Please, don’t MacGyver a bunch of paperclips, rubber bands and a broom into a crossbow. That’d be…dumb, to say the least. However, civilians can also use firearms. There are gun stores, however the weapons available in these stores will be restricted to pistols, shotguns and hunting rifles. No machineguns. This also applies to police officers (you don’t see cops totting around Kalashnikovs, do you?).
Oh, and the mercenaries will have to be not as many as the civilians. There will have to be more civilian survivors than the mercenaries, since monsters have gobbled up most of them. Civilians can stay in groups holed up in various locales, this would be preferable, in fact. Some can stay in the library, others in gas stations, some in fortified apartments and so on. You guys can coordinate in this (the OOC) thread.
The mercenaries and the survivors will have to run into each other and eventually they’ll all have to try and go to Casimolar Prime. Or else they’ll be left behind. Being left behind could be an interesting plot development, though…
Profile construction:
Name: (You can put the pronunciation if your name is so weird and if you think everyone else is a moron.)
Age: (In numbers or in words or in Roman numeral symbols, if you want to be unique and ‘cool’ and ‘gangsta’ and crap.)
Sex: (In letters, or you can get those fancy arrow things if you think the world can’t understand you and if you want to be ‘poetic’. You can use numbers to symbolize your gender if you think you’re so smart.)
Occupation: (Mercenary or civilian/survivor. If you want to be a survivor, specify something specific like a librarian or a veterinarian or a store clerk or a student or a guy without a job and living off his now-zombified parents. Nothing unusual, please. Don’t be an angst-ridden half-elf psychic swordsman/ninja/spy teenager-looking old woman whose parents were Space Kings who got assassinated by the evil Tree-Wizard of Leprechaun Land. If you do so, then the mercenaries will think you’re a zombie and shoot you on sight.)
Weapon: (A gun, or something ordinary that can be improvised into a zombie-hitting weapon. An axe, a big ass sledgehammer, a machete, a cricket bat, a riot shield, a golf club, a dildo. Whatever.) (Oh, and if you do choose to use a firearm, please post a brief description. For example: My gun is an AR-234, basically a futuristic version of an M16, but shorter and each magazine carries 40 rounds.)
Clothing: (You can get naked, like Milla Jovovich from the Resident Evil movies. But if I were you, I’d get some riot gear or football padding or something that provides adequate protection. Or just wear normal clothes.)
Physical description: (If you’re a pointy eared elf guy with piercings all over and a Dragon Ball Z styled hairdo, a baby zombie’s going to burst out of your chest and chew your face off. In other words, just use something normal. Please.)
Brief character history: (Nothing unusual. You could even model it after your real-life. And I repeat: Don’t be an angst-ridden half-elf psychic swordsman/ninja/spy teenager-looking old woman whose parents were Space Kings who got assassinated by the evil Tree-Wizard of Leprechaun Land. If you do so, then the mercenaries will think you’re a zombie and shoot you on sight.)
Basically, just put in whatever you want. Just don’t put something too unusual.
Some survival tips:
The zombies in Necropolis are like those from 28 Days Later or the Dawn of the Dead remake. Meaning they are FAST and they are strong. A man with a big stick can beat one down, as long as he hits him in hard enough to deal lethal damage (you don’t have to hit them in the head to kill them since they are technically still alive and aren't in the influence of a weirdo voodoo magic that makes their only vulnerable spot their heads). However, when alone and confronted by more than one zombies, the best thing to do is run. If you fight them, by the time you’ve beaten the hell out of one zombie, the other one would’ve broken your arm and ripped your throat open with his jaws. And even if you run, there’s still a fair chance of the zombie catching up to you and tearing you to pieces. Doors can delay zombies, but they can break it open in just a couple of minutes. So, unless the doors are those sturdy ones, you’ll have to fortify ‘em. Because they lack hand eye coordination, zombies can’t climb ladders and can’t block a baseball bat swinging towards their heads.
Deadite is an alternate term for zombie. Malnourished deadites/zombies will rot, so they won’t be as fast as your average zombie…they’ll be like those old fashioned zombies who’re as fast as old people.
Be wary though, there are things far worse than zombies lurking in Necropolis. And animals themselves can be infected.
Some reading material:
The mercenaries will be, by default, armed with firearms, although because of their brush in with the bizarre mutant creatures that were once part of Site B’s bio-weapons project, ammunition will be limited. So players using mercenaries, be sure to conserve your ammo.
The civilians will have to use improvised weapons. These weapons will probably have something to do with their occupation prior to the onset of the infection, but will generally be something a normal guy can stumble upon (say a baseball bat or a big ass machete or a lead pipe). Please, don’t MacGyver a bunch of paperclips, rubber bands and a broom into a crossbow. That’d be…dumb, to say the least. However, civilians can also use firearms. There are gun stores, however the weapons available in these stores will be restricted to pistols, shotguns and hunting rifles. No machineguns. This also applies to police officers (you don’t see cops totting around Kalashnikovs, do you?).
Oh, and the mercenaries will have to be not as many as the civilians. There will have to be more civilian survivors than the mercenaries, since monsters have gobbled up most of them. Civilians can stay in groups holed up in various locales, this would be preferable, in fact. Some can stay in the library, others in gas stations, some in fortified apartments and so on. You guys can coordinate in this (the OOC) thread.
The mercenaries and the survivors will have to run into each other and eventually they’ll all have to try and go to Casimolar Prime. Or else they’ll be left behind. Being left behind could be an interesting plot development, though…
Profile construction:
Name: (You can put the pronunciation if your name is so weird and if you think everyone else is a moron.)
Age: (In numbers or in words or in Roman numeral symbols, if you want to be unique and ‘cool’ and ‘gangsta’ and crap.)
Sex: (In letters, or you can get those fancy arrow things if you think the world can’t understand you and if you want to be ‘poetic’. You can use numbers to symbolize your gender if you think you’re so smart.)
Occupation: (Mercenary or civilian/survivor. If you want to be a survivor, specify something specific like a librarian or a veterinarian or a store clerk or a student or a guy without a job and living off his now-zombified parents. Nothing unusual, please. Don’t be an angst-ridden half-elf psychic swordsman/ninja/spy teenager-looking old woman whose parents were Space Kings who got assassinated by the evil Tree-Wizard of Leprechaun Land. If you do so, then the mercenaries will think you’re a zombie and shoot you on sight.)
Weapon: (A gun, or something ordinary that can be improvised into a zombie-hitting weapon. An axe, a big ass sledgehammer, a machete, a cricket bat, a riot shield, a golf club, a dildo. Whatever.) (Oh, and if you do choose to use a firearm, please post a brief description. For example: My gun is an AR-234, basically a futuristic version of an M16, but shorter and each magazine carries 40 rounds.)
Clothing: (You can get naked, like Milla Jovovich from the Resident Evil movies. But if I were you, I’d get some riot gear or football padding or something that provides adequate protection. Or just wear normal clothes.)
Physical description: (If you’re a pointy eared elf guy with piercings all over and a Dragon Ball Z styled hairdo, a baby zombie’s going to burst out of your chest and chew your face off. In other words, just use something normal. Please.)
Brief character history: (Nothing unusual. You could even model it after your real-life. And I repeat: Don’t be an angst-ridden half-elf psychic swordsman/ninja/spy teenager-looking old woman whose parents were Space Kings who got assassinated by the evil Tree-Wizard of Leprechaun Land. If you do so, then the mercenaries will think you’re a zombie and shoot you on sight.)
Basically, just put in whatever you want. Just don’t put something too unusual.
Some survival tips:
The zombies in Necropolis are like those from 28 Days Later or the Dawn of the Dead remake. Meaning they are FAST and they are strong. A man with a big stick can beat one down, as long as he hits him in hard enough to deal lethal damage (you don’t have to hit them in the head to kill them since they are technically still alive and aren't in the influence of a weirdo voodoo magic that makes their only vulnerable spot their heads). However, when alone and confronted by more than one zombies, the best thing to do is run. If you fight them, by the time you’ve beaten the hell out of one zombie, the other one would’ve broken your arm and ripped your throat open with his jaws. And even if you run, there’s still a fair chance of the zombie catching up to you and tearing you to pieces. Doors can delay zombies, but they can break it open in just a couple of minutes. So, unless the doors are those sturdy ones, you’ll have to fortify ‘em. Because they lack hand eye coordination, zombies can’t climb ladders and can’t block a baseball bat swinging towards their heads.
Deadite is an alternate term for zombie. Malnourished deadites/zombies will rot, so they won’t be as fast as your average zombie…they’ll be like those old fashioned zombies who’re as fast as old people.
Be wary though, there are things far worse than zombies lurking in Necropolis. And animals themselves can be infected.
Some reading material:
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Encyclopedia Galactica > Science & Technology > Xenobiology > Pathogens & Diseases > Zombie Fever
A mysterious and obscure infection that has been documented in isolated habitations on Kasanar, The War World, Zombie Fever is known to be in the Karlack Consortium’s arsenal of bio-weapons and is also rumored to be also in the possession of the Federation of Profit-seeking Planets. Moreover, recently there have been isolated outbreaks alarmingly similar to Zombie Fever in several Outer Rim worlds.
Zombie Fever is known to infect mostly sapient mammalian species, such as humans, Saquati and Bragulans, though all kinds of mammals are theorized to be susceptible. While the natural virus can only spread through the transfer of bodily fluids (i.e. getting bit by a carrier or consuming infected material), the Karlacks have developed an airborne strain that can also infect non-mammalian species, although its effectiveness has yet to be ascertained.
The initial symptoms of the Fever, which mark the beginning of the ‘zombification’, include high fever (hence the name), severe headaches, pains in the muscles, joints and behind the eyes, slow eye movement and severe rashes. This is classified as the first stage. The second stage is marked by paralysis in the face and mouth, which is accompanied by foaming, convulsions, coma and then ‘death’.
However, despite being clinically dead, the victim of the Fever will only remain as such for a period lasting from a few hours, in the case of pathogens modified to serve as weapons, and up to several days, in the case of natural Zombie Fever. This state is similar to hibernation or suspended animation, but instead of merely resting, the afflicted will suffer the morbid finishing touches of the Fever, which will complete the changes on both his mind and body, irreversibly mutating him into a twisted form. When this metamorphosis is finally completed, the afflicted will emerge from his deep sleep in a state best described as ‘undead’.
However, these deadites or zombies, or whatever you may call them, are not dead, per se. Rather, they are perfectly alive, with bodily functions just altered drastically from their original state. The brain of the deadite is now pumped with various hormones and chemical signals that render its mind no longer sapient, but dominated by the overwhelming and animalistic need to feed on the flesh of the living. This insatiable craving manifests itself in violent ways, comparable to how a rabid beast compulsively and viciously attacks anything on its sight, even inanimate objects, and even when the deadite no longer needs to feed; it will still attempt to sink its teeth on the living in order to spread the pathogen and propagate its kind. And when there is a total absence of living flesh, deadites are indeed capable of feeding on the food eaten by the un-infected, or even on their own kind, often the weakest and most incapable of fighting back will be the first to be cannibalized.
The body of the undead, the afflicted, is also similarly mutated, geared to one single vile and predatory purpose. Much like the brain, the body is pumped with hormones and chemicals, enabling bursts of incredible speed and strength, and ridding it of the ability to feel pain, to fear damage, and anything else except the hunger for that matter. Usually, when the deadite has risen, it is gaunt, as its metabolism consumes unneeded fat. Because the body no longer prioritizes the maintenance of extremities such as the skin, the nose, the ears, and the genitalia, but instead concentrates its upkeep on the most important of systems, even the most well-fed of deadites will look slightly leprous. Deadites with less healthy diets will look more like walking cadavers rather than anything remotely considered as living. Thus, the victims of the Zombie Fever are separated into two categories. The merely leprous, physically active and extremely violent ones are called deadites while those that are putrid and decomposed to the point that they can barely walk are called zombies or ghouls because they bear more resemblance to zombies as depicted in the movies. ‘Necropolis’ is a term that describes towns and cities infected by Zombie Fever.
A Deadite rarely travels alone, its primordial mind preferring the company of fellow undead. Packs of zombies can range from the handful to the hundreds, as their social structure is primitive and their intellects rudimentary. When on the hunt, deadites possess tactics just as primitive, or stupid. Once prey is sighted, a deadite will inform its peers - usually by roaring or moaning, depending on how decayed the vocal cords are - and will charge with frightening speed straight towards its victim. As this is happening, more of the undead will converge from all sides, hungry for the flesh of the living. The undead also converge upon places where sounds, possibly caused by the living, occur.
Because a deadite feels no pain, any attempt at fending it off will be futile unless the deadite is met with lethal force. Dismemberment is a good way of slowing down or incapacitating a deadite, since it cannot effectively give chase once it looses its legs. Also, damaging vital parts, such as the brain or the heart, will effectively kill a deadite. One must remember that there is nothing mystical or paranormal about Zombie Fever, hence the deadites, while being much more lethal than a normal being, are still subject to physical and mortal limitations and are still human.
The memories of the afflicted mind are also present, though albeit shattered, in the zombified mind. Deadites can recognize people it has associated with in its past life and, oddly enough, packs of deadites are often composed of people who were friends or relatives in their past lives. Moreover, because of this, the first victims of a deadite are often his friends or relatives. Another effect of this is that a deadite will stalk areas that he has frequented in his past life. Therefore, in infected cities, areas such as malls, schools and workplaces are usually bustling with undead activity.
Reports from formerly infected (and now cleansed) Outer Rim worlds indicate that deadites can demonstrate varying intelligence and some, perhaps the newly zombified ones whose brains are most intact, have been claimed to have behaved in a fashion one can describe as ‘smart’. Anecdotes of zombie ambushes and zombies bludgeoning, or ‘tenderizing, victims with inanimate objects or even limbs support this claim, as do reports of zombies actually uttering intelligible words and phrases.
Another odd characteristic of those infected with the Fever is the acquired taste for brains - a taste that is more like an addiction. Scientists from the Coalition’s Committee of Medicine and Disease Management suggest that various chemicals found in mammalian brains, particularly sapient brains, induce a sort of euphoria in the undead body system.
Because it only takes one bite to transmit the virus, and because carriers actively try to infect others, health authorities have placed Zombie Fever on the top ten list of most dangerous diseases. This, and the absence of a cure, is also why the Karlacks, and quite possibly the Federation, have Zombie Fever in their arsenal of bio-weapons.
A mysterious and obscure infection that has been documented in isolated habitations on Kasanar, The War World, Zombie Fever is known to be in the Karlack Consortium’s arsenal of bio-weapons and is also rumored to be also in the possession of the Federation of Profit-seeking Planets. Moreover, recently there have been isolated outbreaks alarmingly similar to Zombie Fever in several Outer Rim worlds.
Zombie Fever is known to infect mostly sapient mammalian species, such as humans, Saquati and Bragulans, though all kinds of mammals are theorized to be susceptible. While the natural virus can only spread through the transfer of bodily fluids (i.e. getting bit by a carrier or consuming infected material), the Karlacks have developed an airborne strain that can also infect non-mammalian species, although its effectiveness has yet to be ascertained.
The initial symptoms of the Fever, which mark the beginning of the ‘zombification’, include high fever (hence the name), severe headaches, pains in the muscles, joints and behind the eyes, slow eye movement and severe rashes. This is classified as the first stage. The second stage is marked by paralysis in the face and mouth, which is accompanied by foaming, convulsions, coma and then ‘death’.
However, despite being clinically dead, the victim of the Fever will only remain as such for a period lasting from a few hours, in the case of pathogens modified to serve as weapons, and up to several days, in the case of natural Zombie Fever. This state is similar to hibernation or suspended animation, but instead of merely resting, the afflicted will suffer the morbid finishing touches of the Fever, which will complete the changes on both his mind and body, irreversibly mutating him into a twisted form. When this metamorphosis is finally completed, the afflicted will emerge from his deep sleep in a state best described as ‘undead’.
However, these deadites or zombies, or whatever you may call them, are not dead, per se. Rather, they are perfectly alive, with bodily functions just altered drastically from their original state. The brain of the deadite is now pumped with various hormones and chemical signals that render its mind no longer sapient, but dominated by the overwhelming and animalistic need to feed on the flesh of the living. This insatiable craving manifests itself in violent ways, comparable to how a rabid beast compulsively and viciously attacks anything on its sight, even inanimate objects, and even when the deadite no longer needs to feed; it will still attempt to sink its teeth on the living in order to spread the pathogen and propagate its kind. And when there is a total absence of living flesh, deadites are indeed capable of feeding on the food eaten by the un-infected, or even on their own kind, often the weakest and most incapable of fighting back will be the first to be cannibalized.
The body of the undead, the afflicted, is also similarly mutated, geared to one single vile and predatory purpose. Much like the brain, the body is pumped with hormones and chemicals, enabling bursts of incredible speed and strength, and ridding it of the ability to feel pain, to fear damage, and anything else except the hunger for that matter. Usually, when the deadite has risen, it is gaunt, as its metabolism consumes unneeded fat. Because the body no longer prioritizes the maintenance of extremities such as the skin, the nose, the ears, and the genitalia, but instead concentrates its upkeep on the most important of systems, even the most well-fed of deadites will look slightly leprous. Deadites with less healthy diets will look more like walking cadavers rather than anything remotely considered as living. Thus, the victims of the Zombie Fever are separated into two categories. The merely leprous, physically active and extremely violent ones are called deadites while those that are putrid and decomposed to the point that they can barely walk are called zombies or ghouls because they bear more resemblance to zombies as depicted in the movies. ‘Necropolis’ is a term that describes towns and cities infected by Zombie Fever.
A Deadite rarely travels alone, its primordial mind preferring the company of fellow undead. Packs of zombies can range from the handful to the hundreds, as their social structure is primitive and their intellects rudimentary. When on the hunt, deadites possess tactics just as primitive, or stupid. Once prey is sighted, a deadite will inform its peers - usually by roaring or moaning, depending on how decayed the vocal cords are - and will charge with frightening speed straight towards its victim. As this is happening, more of the undead will converge from all sides, hungry for the flesh of the living. The undead also converge upon places where sounds, possibly caused by the living, occur.
Because a deadite feels no pain, any attempt at fending it off will be futile unless the deadite is met with lethal force. Dismemberment is a good way of slowing down or incapacitating a deadite, since it cannot effectively give chase once it looses its legs. Also, damaging vital parts, such as the brain or the heart, will effectively kill a deadite. One must remember that there is nothing mystical or paranormal about Zombie Fever, hence the deadites, while being much more lethal than a normal being, are still subject to physical and mortal limitations and are still human.
The memories of the afflicted mind are also present, though albeit shattered, in the zombified mind. Deadites can recognize people it has associated with in its past life and, oddly enough, packs of deadites are often composed of people who were friends or relatives in their past lives. Moreover, because of this, the first victims of a deadite are often his friends or relatives. Another effect of this is that a deadite will stalk areas that he has frequented in his past life. Therefore, in infected cities, areas such as malls, schools and workplaces are usually bustling with undead activity.
Reports from formerly infected (and now cleansed) Outer Rim worlds indicate that deadites can demonstrate varying intelligence and some, perhaps the newly zombified ones whose brains are most intact, have been claimed to have behaved in a fashion one can describe as ‘smart’. Anecdotes of zombie ambushes and zombies bludgeoning, or ‘tenderizing, victims with inanimate objects or even limbs support this claim, as do reports of zombies actually uttering intelligible words and phrases.
Another odd characteristic of those infected with the Fever is the acquired taste for brains - a taste that is more like an addiction. Scientists from the Coalition’s Committee of Medicine and Disease Management suggest that various chemicals found in mammalian brains, particularly sapient brains, induce a sort of euphoria in the undead body system.
Because it only takes one bite to transmit the virus, and because carriers actively try to infect others, health authorities have placed Zombie Fever on the top ten list of most dangerous diseases. This, and the absence of a cure, is also why the Karlacks, and quite possibly the Federation, have Zombie Fever in their arsenal of bio-weapons.
Oh hells yes I get the first pick? I'm so cool now ...like...joe cool.
WARNING : EXPLICIT PROFANITY...I hope its not too offensive if it is...oh well.
Name : Joey Baegadonis (Said Jo -eee bag-o-doh-nus)
Age : 37
Sex : Male
Occupation : Mechanic (cuz I am one in real life...so its not the most original idea since I'm basically gonna play me...but I've never done it before so it might be fun.)
Weapon : Sledgehammer
Clothing : He wears a fairly oily and dirt ridden mechanic jumpsuit that normally is the color dark blue and heavy steel toe boots. (You'd be surprised how fast you can run even with all that weight) And sunglasses/shopglasses (think snowboarder glasses but smaller and less gay) that he wears on his head. This is what he kinda looks like :
Physical description : Joey has numerous burn marks all over his arms, a tattoo of four claws ripping through his skin on both his arms. He's italian and proud of it. His hair is cut close to the scalp... he's pretty in shape for his age.
Brief character history : Ahem I'll be speaking as Joey for his auto biography.
I was born just outside the park on 108 and 9th street and lived at the apartments there next door. My mudda 'was a bitch a real screwed up dame. She must have gotten shacked up with some dirtbag who left her when she had me cuz to this day I don't know who my fadda' was. God rest his soul...the bastad. I couldn't tell you the number of jack holes who tried to get with my mudda' only to turn and see me then ##### the ##### out of my mudda' and leave her high and dry.
After six years in correctionals I found myself involved with cars and as many women who would find the back of my hatchback appealin'. Whats the sayin 'fast cars and fast women...' somethin like dat. I nevah took a liken' to schools none unless I was doin somethin' wit my hands. I landed a couple of jobs...most of the work was for real pretty polly. You'd be surprised what the amatuers down in the city would pay for a quick audio installation. I used to say 'I'm the masta of insulation let me hook you up on you audio installation.' That always got 'em goin. I love my hip hop.
Anyway, I had just landed this job down in south central (called 'south central customs and auto body repair' or somethin' classy like dat) when my old lady found out I was screwin' her best friend while she baby sat for the kids. I always found time to go knock up dat hookah...ah...too bad the kid walked in this time. I did what I had to do and dropped the kid into the lake. Too bad my old ladies best friend couldn't take it and ratted us out. After dat I took to sleepin' in the shop. The police probably would have been on my trail had it not been for their hands bein tied with other matters....you know how the story goes...zombies started poppin' up and no one took notice to the little guys no more. Anyway, when things started to get real quiet I got kinda' worried and decided to do a little explorin' on my own. I took with me my sledgehammer...we used it for straitenin' out bent rims and sellin em up real good I figured I could straiten out a few heads just as well.
WARNING : EXPLICIT PROFANITY...I hope its not too offensive if it is...oh well.
Name : Joey Baegadonis (Said Jo -eee bag-o-doh-nus)
Age : 37
Sex : Male
Occupation : Mechanic (cuz I am one in real life...so its not the most original idea since I'm basically gonna play me...but I've never done it before so it might be fun.)
Weapon : Sledgehammer
Clothing : He wears a fairly oily and dirt ridden mechanic jumpsuit that normally is the color dark blue and heavy steel toe boots. (You'd be surprised how fast you can run even with all that weight) And sunglasses/shopglasses (think snowboarder glasses but smaller and less gay) that he wears on his head. This is what he kinda looks like :
Physical description : Joey has numerous burn marks all over his arms, a tattoo of four claws ripping through his skin on both his arms. He's italian and proud of it. His hair is cut close to the scalp... he's pretty in shape for his age.
Brief character history : Ahem I'll be speaking as Joey for his auto biography.
I was born just outside the park on 108 and 9th street and lived at the apartments there next door. My mudda 'was a bitch a real screwed up dame. She must have gotten shacked up with some dirtbag who left her when she had me cuz to this day I don't know who my fadda' was. God rest his soul...the bastad. I couldn't tell you the number of jack holes who tried to get with my mudda' only to turn and see me then ##### the ##### out of my mudda' and leave her high and dry.
After six years in correctionals I found myself involved with cars and as many women who would find the back of my hatchback appealin'. Whats the sayin 'fast cars and fast women...' somethin like dat. I nevah took a liken' to schools none unless I was doin somethin' wit my hands. I landed a couple of jobs...most of the work was for real pretty polly. You'd be surprised what the amatuers down in the city would pay for a quick audio installation. I used to say 'I'm the masta of insulation let me hook you up on you audio installation.' That always got 'em goin. I love my hip hop.
Anyway, I had just landed this job down in south central (called 'south central customs and auto body repair' or somethin' classy like dat) when my old lady found out I was screwin' her best friend while she baby sat for the kids. I always found time to go knock up dat hookah...ah...too bad the kid walked in this time. I did what I had to do and dropped the kid into the lake. Too bad my old ladies best friend couldn't take it and ratted us out. After dat I took to sleepin' in the shop. The police probably would have been on my trail had it not been for their hands bein tied with other matters....you know how the story goes...zombies started poppin' up and no one took notice to the little guys no more. Anyway, when things started to get real quiet I got kinda' worried and decided to do a little explorin' on my own. I took with me my sledgehammer...we used it for straitenin' out bent rims and sellin em up real good I figured I could straiten out a few heads just as well.
oh kick ass! im in.
Name Relia
Age : 25
Sex : Male
Occupation : Mercenary
Weapon : SUA-20 ( futuristic version of the SU-16 semiautomatic rifle)
Clothing : Aromored clothing mostly. weres lead boots which are heavy as hell.
Physical description : Tatoos all over his body. has a big muscular build and just plain big. He's asian and nothing will take it away from him.
Brief character history : Since he is a mercenary he doesnt like to talk much about himself but is willing to tell you a little bit about himself. He started mercenary work when he was about 20. he been in jail about 20 times already but has buddy who have cleaned up his records by doing them some favors. He is willing to do any type of job as long as it doesnt contain killing any women or children. hey even though he ruthless he still has his morals. One day he heard about the virus spreading and the mercenary position. he signed up and is ready any time.
Well that him. He told me that to bring on the zombies. BRING IT!
Name Relia
Age : 25
Sex : Male
Occupation : Mercenary
Weapon : SUA-20 ( futuristic version of the SU-16 semiautomatic rifle)
Clothing : Aromored clothing mostly. weres lead boots which are heavy as hell.
Physical description : Tatoos all over his body. has a big muscular build and just plain big. He's asian and nothing will take it away from him.
Brief character history : Since he is a mercenary he doesnt like to talk much about himself but is willing to tell you a little bit about himself. He started mercenary work when he was about 20. he been in jail about 20 times already but has buddy who have cleaned up his records by doing them some favors. He is willing to do any type of job as long as it doesnt contain killing any women or children. hey even though he ruthless he still has his morals. One day he heard about the virus spreading and the mercenary position. he signed up and is ready any time.
Well that him. He told me that to bring on the zombies. BRING IT!
Name: Vladimir Alejandro Jean-Paul Cristobal d'Aguilar-Martinez (just call him Vlad Martinez)
Age: 19
Sex: male
Occupation: Bookstore clerk.
Weapon: crowbar, lighter (can be used in conjunction with something to produce an explosion or whatnot)
Clothing: Red T-shirt with bizzarro pointless slogan blazoned on it, bomber jacket, too tight acid-wash jeans, orange sneakers.
Physical description: Rather thin with dark brown eyes and hair. "Jesus" hairstyle (usually tied up in ponytail). Biohazard symbol tattooed on left shoulder, vulture tattoo on chest.
Brief character history: Son of an engineer and a doctor. Not actual UFPP pseudonobility, but in the grey zone between more affluent wage-slaves and the lower echelons of the pseudonobility. Recent high school graduate. Supposed to begin study on the university of Cypress Creek by August... which obviously has been interrupted by the zombie-fever outbreak in the city. Spends most of his free time watching various dubious and obscure movies (arty as well as trashy), a lot of which have been... zombie flicks. Often suspects himself of suffering from a wide range of mental disorders which he actually doesn't have. Other than that, knows lots of seemingly-pointless trivia which may just come in use.
Age: 19
Sex: male
Occupation: Bookstore clerk.
Weapon: crowbar, lighter (can be used in conjunction with something to produce an explosion or whatnot)
Clothing: Red T-shirt with bizzarro pointless slogan blazoned on it, bomber jacket, too tight acid-wash jeans, orange sneakers.
Physical description: Rather thin with dark brown eyes and hair. "Jesus" hairstyle (usually tied up in ponytail). Biohazard symbol tattooed on left shoulder, vulture tattoo on chest.
Brief character history: Son of an engineer and a doctor. Not actual UFPP pseudonobility, but in the grey zone between more affluent wage-slaves and the lower echelons of the pseudonobility. Recent high school graduate. Supposed to begin study on the university of Cypress Creek by August... which obviously has been interrupted by the zombie-fever outbreak in the city. Spends most of his free time watching various dubious and obscure movies (arty as well as trashy), a lot of which have been... zombie flicks. Often suspects himself of suffering from a wide range of mental disorders which he actually doesn't have. Other than that, knows lots of seemingly-pointless trivia which may just come in use.
Name: Keero Tashimi
Age: 24 almost 25
Sex: female
Occupation: Scientist with medical training
Weapon: 12 gauge shot gun (old name, futuristic values(faster loading capabilities with bigger impact))slung on her shoulder
Clothing: simple wear. Has a black sleevless shirt and black baggy shorts. Has a compartment belt where a few rounds are kept, medical neccesities and some scientific gadjets to help find a cure or at least something to delay the effects of the virus.Wears an arm weight on one arm that's used as a computer(helps with on the go exploration and findings..no internet connection and is kicking herself in the ass because of it.)Has easy,slip on ,black shoes.
Physical description:shoulder length dark brown hair with red streaks, has blue-grey eyes that change to green-grey in certain light. Is slender but strong.
Brief character history:has lived on her own for the last few years. Has no room mates and no attachments to speak of. Is generally quiet but in these times, that's not an option any more.
As a scientist she has tried to find the cause of the virus and hopefully a cure. But as her comrades in this exploration suddenly started to dissapear,she has been forced to do this alone,with very limited resources on hand. She has found nothing thus far and is determined to find any sort of samples while she runs and finds a safe refuge.
Her medical capabilities are limited to simple first aid and repairing of a few broken bones.
There's not much said about her history as she tends to keep that to herself.
Age: 24 almost 25
Sex: female
Occupation: Scientist with medical training
Weapon: 12 gauge shot gun (old name, futuristic values(faster loading capabilities with bigger impact))slung on her shoulder
Clothing: simple wear. Has a black sleevless shirt and black baggy shorts. Has a compartment belt where a few rounds are kept, medical neccesities and some scientific gadjets to help find a cure or at least something to delay the effects of the virus.Wears an arm weight on one arm that's used as a computer(helps with on the go exploration and findings..no internet connection and is kicking herself in the ass because of it.)Has easy,slip on ,black shoes.
Physical description:shoulder length dark brown hair with red streaks, has blue-grey eyes that change to green-grey in certain light. Is slender but strong.
Brief character history:has lived on her own for the last few years. Has no room mates and no attachments to speak of. Is generally quiet but in these times, that's not an option any more.
As a scientist she has tried to find the cause of the virus and hopefully a cure. But as her comrades in this exploration suddenly started to dissapear,she has been forced to do this alone,with very limited resources on hand. She has found nothing thus far and is determined to find any sort of samples while she runs and finds a safe refuge.
Her medical capabilities are limited to simple first aid and repairing of a few broken bones.
There's not much said about her history as she tends to keep that to herself.
I am definitly in!
name: Li Wu
age: 27
sex: male
occupation: assasin/merc
weapon: m-250 Black Arrow sniper (futeristic m-93 BA) and varios knives.
clothing: Black coat and dark green shirt with black leather pants. has a belt were knives are kept
Phiscal description:thin build with flames on upper forarm strong but flexable. black hair down to ears and has green eyes
Breif charector history: was born in japan and was a natural born theif/assasin when he became 20 dropped out of collage and trained in martial arts and became a world class assasin who does jobs for pay. then when he was 25 was put in the slammer for 3 months but got bailed out by a freind and decided to drop the assasin and become a merc. Was stationed at the base but decided to go with the other mercs to round up survivors.
name: Li Wu
age: 27
sex: male
occupation: assasin/merc
weapon: m-250 Black Arrow sniper (futeristic m-93 BA) and varios knives.
clothing: Black coat and dark green shirt with black leather pants. has a belt were knives are kept
Phiscal description:thin build with flames on upper forarm strong but flexable. black hair down to ears and has green eyes
Breif charector history: was born in japan and was a natural born theif/assasin when he became 20 dropped out of collage and trained in martial arts and became a world class assasin who does jobs for pay. then when he was 25 was put in the slammer for 3 months but got bailed out by a freind and decided to drop the assasin and become a merc. Was stationed at the base but decided to go with the other mercs to round up survivors.
Name: Deuce Jonson
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Clothing: Black leather jacket with a black button up shirt underneath. Black pants with cargo pockets down both legs. Black, tall steel toed boots
Physical Discription: Black male, more muscular than average but not too big. 6' even, black hair, dark brown eyes, goatee(sp?) Barbed wire tatto on upper right arm, tatoo of father on chest. Scars on chest from bullet and stab wounds.
Weapon(s): Primary - GSE A3M4 combat Tactical carbine with extended two 60 round magazines *one half used (32 rounds)* equipped with a laser beam and scope (machine gun)
Secondary - NAA Guardian .32 *3 six round magazines* (pistol)
*** If I cannot have a second firearm let me know and I will modify***
History: Born to a poor family in a bad neighborhood, Deuce grew up amongst gangbangers and killers. The only person he considered a real friend was his father, and he was caught up in the drug dealing life himself. At a young age, Deuce was locked up for attempted murder and served 5 years in a juvenile youth authority camp. His father was murdered during his second year of incarceration. After this tragic event, he decided to turn his life around and do something constructive with himself before he got killed. After being released at the age of 18, He joined a bounty hunter team that was owned by his best friends uncle. After joining, he quickly became one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy, vowing to bring justice to all criminals. One day, he was contacted on his cellphone by an unkown man with an offer he could not refuse. He was to go to a planet and help escort the population off before they were contaminated with a virus from a recent outbreak. The money he was offered was more than he had earned during his whole time as a bounty hunter. He took the job.
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Clothing: Black leather jacket with a black button up shirt underneath. Black pants with cargo pockets down both legs. Black, tall steel toed boots
Physical Discription: Black male, more muscular than average but not too big. 6' even, black hair, dark brown eyes, goatee(sp?) Barbed wire tatto on upper right arm, tatoo of father on chest. Scars on chest from bullet and stab wounds.
Weapon(s): Primary - GSE A3M4 combat Tactical carbine with extended two 60 round magazines *one half used (32 rounds)* equipped with a laser beam and scope (machine gun)
Secondary - NAA Guardian .32 *3 six round magazines* (pistol)
*** If I cannot have a second firearm let me know and I will modify***
History: Born to a poor family in a bad neighborhood, Deuce grew up amongst gangbangers and killers. The only person he considered a real friend was his father, and he was caught up in the drug dealing life himself. At a young age, Deuce was locked up for attempted murder and served 5 years in a juvenile youth authority camp. His father was murdered during his second year of incarceration. After this tragic event, he decided to turn his life around and do something constructive with himself before he got killed. After being released at the age of 18, He joined a bounty hunter team that was owned by his best friends uncle. After joining, he quickly became one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy, vowing to bring justice to all criminals. One day, he was contacted on his cellphone by an unkown man with an offer he could not refuse. He was to go to a planet and help escort the population off before they were contaminated with a virus from a recent outbreak. The money he was offered was more than he had earned during his whole time as a bounty hunter. He took the job.
Name: John Taylor.
Age: 23
Sex: M
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon: B-11 KAR - basically a futuristic alien version of the Kalishnikov chambered to fire human-made bullets.
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A T-203 semiautomatic pistol. Futuristic version of the Cold M1911.
Clothing: Dark grey fatigues, a neo-Kevlar vest, knee pads, shoulder pads, elbow pads, a helmet with a faceplate (granting nightvision and protection).
Physical description: Dark black hair that looks like it needs a haircut when not gelled. John Taylor stands six feet tall and has an average build, though a bit muscled due to basic training. He doesn't have much in distinguishing features.
Brief character history: Unwilling to endlessly chew through paperwork like some automaton in some cubicle owned by some corporation, John Taylor enlisted in a local mercenary outfit as soon as he was kicked out (read: graduated) from high school (Cypress Creek High). The mercenary outfit was the one contracted by the Maibatsu corporation to provide defense for the planet of Casimolar.
Bidding farewell to his friends, most of whom considered him insane for shunning a fun and fulfilling life inside a corporate cubicle, he shipped out and began basic training in an off-world facility owned by said mercenary outfit.
Three years into his five-year tour of duty, John, along with his unit, was recalled from his security duty on Utopia Primus when it was locked down. Soon afterwards, all hell broke loose and John's unit was sent throughout Casimolar's cities in pacification missions. When it became obvious to everyone, including and especially Jonn (who was now very pessimistic about the situation and extremely worried for his friends back in Cypress Creek), that Corporate Security's efforts at pacification were futile, the evacuation protocol was activated and John's unit was sent to rescue survivors in cities surrounding Casimolar Prime.
After two successful missions, that had zero casualties on the part of the mercs, disaster struck on the mission to Cypress Creek. John's convoy was attacked by several behemoths that were said to have come out of Site B (which was at the outskirts of Cypress Creek). The attack left only a few survivors. John was among them, thankfully. Scattered and scared sh*tless, the surviving mercs decided to enter Cypress City and continue their mission however best they could. However, John's mission objectives had changed, his only concern now was to rescue his friends and head back to Casimolar Prime, where there would be a bigass spaceship waiting to bring him and his buddies off-world.
EDIT:
I editted my second post to include the Encyclopedia Galactica article on Zombie Fever.
Age: 23
Sex: M
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon: B-11 KAR - basically a futuristic alien version of the Kalishnikov chambered to fire human-made bullets.
(Click here for more)
A T-203 semiautomatic pistol. Futuristic version of the Cold M1911.
Clothing: Dark grey fatigues, a neo-Kevlar vest, knee pads, shoulder pads, elbow pads, a helmet with a faceplate (granting nightvision and protection).
Physical description: Dark black hair that looks like it needs a haircut when not gelled. John Taylor stands six feet tall and has an average build, though a bit muscled due to basic training. He doesn't have much in distinguishing features.
Brief character history: Unwilling to endlessly chew through paperwork like some automaton in some cubicle owned by some corporation, John Taylor enlisted in a local mercenary outfit as soon as he was kicked out (read: graduated) from high school (Cypress Creek High). The mercenary outfit was the one contracted by the Maibatsu corporation to provide defense for the planet of Casimolar.
Bidding farewell to his friends, most of whom considered him insane for shunning a fun and fulfilling life inside a corporate cubicle, he shipped out and began basic training in an off-world facility owned by said mercenary outfit.
Three years into his five-year tour of duty, John, along with his unit, was recalled from his security duty on Utopia Primus when it was locked down. Soon afterwards, all hell broke loose and John's unit was sent throughout Casimolar's cities in pacification missions. When it became obvious to everyone, including and especially Jonn (who was now very pessimistic about the situation and extremely worried for his friends back in Cypress Creek), that Corporate Security's efforts at pacification were futile, the evacuation protocol was activated and John's unit was sent to rescue survivors in cities surrounding Casimolar Prime.
After two successful missions, that had zero casualties on the part of the mercs, disaster struck on the mission to Cypress Creek. John's convoy was attacked by several behemoths that were said to have come out of Site B (which was at the outskirts of Cypress Creek). The attack left only a few survivors. John was among them, thankfully. Scattered and scared sh*tless, the surviving mercs decided to enter Cypress City and continue their mission however best they could. However, John's mission objectives had changed, his only concern now was to rescue his friends and head back to Casimolar Prime, where there would be a bigass spaceship waiting to bring him and his buddies off-world.
EDIT:
I editted my second post to include the Encyclopedia Galactica article on Zombie Fever.
My first draft for a map of Cypress Creek:
Name: Kassandra Cheyung
Age : 22
Sex : Female
Occupation : Survivor (Student)
Weapon : Improved Dual .45 Caliburs(Guns hold 20 shots each) Dual Daggers
Clothing :
Physical description : ^^^
Brief character history : Kassandra grew up an only child in one of Cypress' surrounding cities. Her parents cherished her giving her as much attention as humanly possible but too much a attention can be too much. As she grew she learned to revolt the attention and she new she had to get out. So once she hit 20 she went off to college in Cypress to study accounting. She knew the world wasn't a kind place so she stole her father's most precious guns and a pair of knives from her father's closet. One night while she was at a party she began to notice out of the crowd,one person lookedreally weird. She watched him and it wasn't to long before she witnessed the man rip out a girl's throat wit his mouth. She paniced but was too scared to move, forced to watch the mutation of the whole room into "zombies" Kassandra ran to an abandoned warehouse and cried her heart beating fat. She feared death but she figured it was inevitable, so she pulled her weapons out of her backpack and left the warehouse. She thought," Since I'm dead anyway....Why not have fun?"
Age : 22
Sex : Female
Occupation : Survivor (Student)
Weapon : Improved Dual .45 Caliburs(Guns hold 20 shots each) Dual Daggers
Clothing :
Physical description : ^^^
Brief character history : Kassandra grew up an only child in one of Cypress' surrounding cities. Her parents cherished her giving her as much attention as humanly possible but too much a attention can be too much. As she grew she learned to revolt the attention and she new she had to get out. So once she hit 20 she went off to college in Cypress to study accounting. She knew the world wasn't a kind place so she stole her father's most precious guns and a pair of knives from her father's closet. One night while she was at a party she began to notice out of the crowd,one person lookedreally weird. She watched him and it wasn't to long before she witnessed the man rip out a girl's throat wit his mouth. She paniced but was too scared to move, forced to watch the mutation of the whole room into "zombies" Kassandra ran to an abandoned warehouse and cried her heart beating fat. She feared death but she figured it was inevitable, so she pulled her weapons out of her backpack and left the warehouse. She thought," Since I'm dead anyway....Why not have fun?"
Next week, huh? In that case, hope you don't mind if I poke in.
Name: Lt. Sandra Magnelis
Age : 24
Sex : Female
Occupation : Maibatsu Security Police Officer - SWAT/Riot Control (Survivor)
Weapon : SPAS-15 Semi-Automatic Shotgun, Survival Knife, Plastic Explosive Detonators
SPAS-15
Type: Selective semi-auto (Gas operated, rotating bolt) or manual pump action
Gauge: 12
Chamber: 70mm (2 1/2").
Barrel length: 450 mm
Overall length: 1000 mm (750mm with butt folded)
Weight: 3.9 kg empty
Magazine: 8 rounds detachable box
Clothing :
Physical description : See Above
Brief character history : A police officer with an excellent record in putting down violent riots, Sandra was immediatly called in to help with the situation on Casimolar. Having put down a construction workers riot that turned bad on this planet already, Sandra has a basic idea as to the layout of the city. Sandra is excellent in hand-to-hand fighting, but has extensive training with firearms as well. Another thing Sandra is great with is demolition. She is qualified to handle anything except nuclear detonators.
Name: Lt. Sandra Magnelis
Age : 24
Sex : Female
Occupation : Maibatsu Security Police Officer - SWAT/Riot Control (Survivor)
Weapon : SPAS-15 Semi-Automatic Shotgun, Survival Knife, Plastic Explosive Detonators
SPAS-15
Type: Selective semi-auto (Gas operated, rotating bolt) or manual pump action
Gauge: 12
Chamber: 70mm (2 1/2").
Barrel length: 450 mm
Overall length: 1000 mm (750mm with butt folded)
Weight: 3.9 kg empty
Magazine: 8 rounds detachable box
Clothing :
Physical description : See Above
Brief character history : A police officer with an excellent record in putting down violent riots, Sandra was immediatly called in to help with the situation on Casimolar. Having put down a construction workers riot that turned bad on this planet already, Sandra has a basic idea as to the layout of the city. Sandra is excellent in hand-to-hand fighting, but has extensive training with firearms as well. Another thing Sandra is great with is demolition. She is qualified to handle anything except nuclear detonators.
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Auron- dont have anyone to team up with since my pal Oninx hasnt created his file yet so what do i do??? (i dont even know if he is playing)
Auron, I've been camping all weekend, thats why I havnt replied. How dare you doubt my exsistence!!!!!!
Name: Devin Smith a.k.a. Oninx (pronounced on-icks or onyx)
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon (s): Standard issue merc pistol, automatic 12-gauge shot gun, and 2 "in case of emergency"uzis. Plus 2 combat knives.
Physical descripton/clothing: Tall muscular male. "Traditional merc" appearence. Has a buzz haircut and has a strange looking scar on his face. Wears a pair of reflective-tinted sunglasses along with a long black leather cloak/jacket with full body armor underneath. Think Neo-esque. Also wears similar style pants, gloves, and boots. On the inside of his jacket lie his uzis in 2 holsters.
Personal History: Data profile: Mercenary Files> Personal Histories> Oninx: *voice recording start* Huh, one of those "personal history" pieces of *(@%! eh? Fine. My name is Devin Smith, but all of my comrades know me as Oninx. Got that name during a rescue mission couple years back. Took down 14 armed guards with only 2 sharp pieces of Onyx as weapons. Dont see how that's possible? Well, add the guards were well aways apart, in the middle of the night, on the jungle planet Centurion 8, and have me coming up from behind in not-too-good light. Heh....good memories. Well, my best friend is, and always has been Li Wu. *laughs* That lunatic...only guy that's ever stuck by me thick and thin...sometimes I think its only cuz I bailed him outta jail. Well, what're you waitin around for!? What? More of my real history? Fine.
I was born on Helion three. My ma, she always tried to take care of me. Somehow, I always got myself inta trouble. I got through high school alright, but still didnt go on to college, not enough cash. So I tought myself in the library. I beat the crap outta anyone who called me a nerd. I was raised in one of the rougher parts of town, usually spent my time in Little Japan, which is where I met Li Wu. That crafty @&$ hole, tryin to steal my wallet. Just couldn bring myself to beat the #@$@% outta him. Dont know how, but we got to be best friends after that. *pauses* When I was 14, my ma was raped and murdered....after that day, I vowed to find the (@#&$^ who did it, and make him pay. And that I did, that I did.
A little while later, heard that Li Wu got himself in jail, so I worked overtime just to get him out. *chuckles* Didn know anyone could smile that big. After that we both became mercs......dont know why, just, just felt like I had to help people, ya know? We mostly did rescue missions, just for the *@#$ of it. *pause* Dont know why, but...once, I rescued this lil' kid, and somehow, 'round kids, I just.....dunno, act....father-like or somthin. Really weird.....same thing 'appens everytime some kid comes to me durin a mission....they jus' look up ta' me.........somehow just makes it worth while.......eh look at me...gettin sentimental and emotional. Just hope there aint any kids in trouble on my next mission. Looks like somthin goin on in Cypress...*reads mission dossier*.....oh *#$%....Zombie Fever...............Well, what're you waitin around for?! I got a mission to get to....No, I dont want to continue the interview you DUMB PIECE OF SH*end recording*
Blast looks like I'm on my own then...
At any rate I'd like to comment on the story.
Since we'll be in pairs (except me...I guess) I would like to suggest a header for all posts...you....your location...your partner and their location (unless they are with you) for example :
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Lt. Sandra Magnelis...cypress creek - Kassandra Cheyung ... hospital
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Something like that...just to let the reader know which teams story they are reading.
Also I'd like to suggest building a complete timeline of your character...relevant relations especially to anyone still alive (granted the more people that come the more people you'll know but at least it will aid with my next point). Write down tons of information on them...or at least a few points.
The reason for this is the literary device known as 'rate of revelation'. Its a team effort to stay alive so remember even in the ooc we should be a team working together to create something great. The idea is to have plenty of cool or interesting ideas that can lead to plot twists and such that can come about naturally.
For instance my character brutally murdered his 8 year old son for walking in on him while he was cheating on his wife (the boys mother). Then he tossed the body into the river.
So instead of revealing that in the story I can allude to it...'the blood on my hands...etc...' without actually saying it...then suddenly plot twist and my son has risen from the dead.
Anyway its something I fear ruins many rps...
If you want I can help with this kind of stuff but only if people are serious about it.
At any rate I'd like to comment on the story.
Since we'll be in pairs (except me...I guess) I would like to suggest a header for all posts...you....your location...your partner and their location (unless they are with you) for example :
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Lt. Sandra Magnelis...cypress creek - Kassandra Cheyung ... hospital
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Something like that...just to let the reader know which teams story they are reading.
Also I'd like to suggest building a complete timeline of your character...relevant relations especially to anyone still alive (granted the more people that come the more people you'll know but at least it will aid with my next point). Write down tons of information on them...or at least a few points.
The reason for this is the literary device known as 'rate of revelation'. Its a team effort to stay alive so remember even in the ooc we should be a team working together to create something great. The idea is to have plenty of cool or interesting ideas that can lead to plot twists and such that can come about naturally.
For instance my character brutally murdered his 8 year old son for walking in on him while he was cheating on his wife (the boys mother). Then he tossed the body into the river.
So instead of revealing that in the story I can allude to it...'the blood on my hands...etc...' without actually saying it...then suddenly plot twist and my son has risen from the dead.
Anyway its something I fear ruins many rps...
If you want I can help with this kind of stuff but only if people are serious about it.
hope your still accepting new applicants:
name: Blackthorne (he doesn't disclose his first name)
age: 27
sex: male
occupation: chem teacher
weapons: semiautomatic pistol and twin sais
physical appearance: about 5'11", he can usuall be seen in the typical white lab coat. underneath the coat, he wears a plain grey t-shirt and blue jeans. he carries a pair of lab goggles in his pocket, and his brown hair reaches the lower portion of his eyebrows.
bio: five years after blackthorne was born, his mother conceived a female. being the elder of the two, he was constantly called to look after his little sister. although he could be considered mature, a glare in his brown eyes often held a suttle deviousness.
one afternoon blackthorne came into contact with the twentieth century movie known as elektra. intrigued by the main charectars weapon of choice, he quickly turned to his parents, requesting them to buy a pair for him. reluctantly, they agreed, but he was informed that the consequences for misusing the scythes would be extemely severe. with that in mind, he turned to practicing outside the house. because his family lived so far away from the city, their yard was vast, giving him an ample amount of space to use.
six years later, after he had finished college, he was quickly hired for a position at a local school. after his neice, his sister's daughter, began attending the school, his sisters visits became numerous. one day, however, on her usual journey to pick her daughter up, she stumbled into blackthornes' office. he immediately noticed her odd behavior and drooling. he'd figured that she'd snapped when she jumped at him and after a short scuttle between the two, he came to the conclusion that she was no longer his sister. james threw her off himself, grabbed a disecting knife, and killed her. he quickly jumped back, barely missing her blood. james took a sample of it, to examine under a microscope. the blood was completely altered by something...
sorry, it's rather lengthy.
name: Blackthorne (he doesn't disclose his first name)
age: 27
sex: male
occupation: chem teacher
weapons: semiautomatic pistol and twin sais
physical appearance: about 5'11", he can usuall be seen in the typical white lab coat. underneath the coat, he wears a plain grey t-shirt and blue jeans. he carries a pair of lab goggles in his pocket, and his brown hair reaches the lower portion of his eyebrows.
bio: five years after blackthorne was born, his mother conceived a female. being the elder of the two, he was constantly called to look after his little sister. although he could be considered mature, a glare in his brown eyes often held a suttle deviousness.
one afternoon blackthorne came into contact with the twentieth century movie known as elektra. intrigued by the main charectars weapon of choice, he quickly turned to his parents, requesting them to buy a pair for him. reluctantly, they agreed, but he was informed that the consequences for misusing the scythes would be extemely severe. with that in mind, he turned to practicing outside the house. because his family lived so far away from the city, their yard was vast, giving him an ample amount of space to use.
six years later, after he had finished college, he was quickly hired for a position at a local school. after his neice, his sister's daughter, began attending the school, his sisters visits became numerous. one day, however, on her usual journey to pick her daughter up, she stumbled into blackthornes' office. he immediately noticed her odd behavior and drooling. he'd figured that she'd snapped when she jumped at him and after a short scuttle between the two, he came to the conclusion that she was no longer his sister. james threw her off himself, grabbed a disecting knife, and killed her. he quickly jumped back, barely missing her blood. james took a sample of it, to examine under a microscope. the blood was completely altered by something...
sorry, it's rather lengthy.
Hehe, I so want to be in this...
Name: Tom Harrison
Age: 23
Occupation: Freelance Journalist (Survivor)
Weapon: Unarmed
Backstory: Not even an actual resident of Cypress Creek, Tom is in town on a road trip he's taking across the country, in hopes of finding stories and just having a good trip. However, now that he's trapped in C.C., his only goal is to get himself out alive - and let the rest of the world know whats going on.
Pic:
Yes, I'm aware its Heero from Gundam Wing...but, that was the closest anime character I could think of that looks like what I imagine my character to be like.
Name: Tom Harrison
Age: 23
Occupation: Freelance Journalist (Survivor)
Weapon: Unarmed
Backstory: Not even an actual resident of Cypress Creek, Tom is in town on a road trip he's taking across the country, in hopes of finding stories and just having a good trip. However, now that he's trapped in C.C., his only goal is to get himself out alive - and let the rest of the world know whats going on.
Pic:
Yes, I'm aware its Heero from Gundam Wing...but, that was the closest anime character I could think of that looks like what I imagine my character to be like.
Ok, sounds really cool. A quick question, though - does my character have to become a partner with somebody to begin with? He doesn't know anybody in town, is scared & not trusting most people around (honestly, how most people would act in that situation) so I think it'd be better if I could just have him move around on his own before encountering a "partner(s)". Thanks.
Sure. Why not?
Guys, the Necropolis RP takes place in a sci-fi universe I constructed. Anyway, if you guys are feeling bored or want to read something which I hope is entertaining, just check this out:
http://www.omniversezero.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=11
Or you can go the long way and click my sig.
That place is where I'm constructing my universe, and while a lot of the stuff hasn't been fleshed out yet, it will be "complete" eventually.
Oh, and Peregrine and a few other guys help me with the place. Mostly Peregrine, though.
Guys, the Necropolis RP takes place in a sci-fi universe I constructed. Anyway, if you guys are feeling bored or want to read something which I hope is entertaining, just check this out:
http://www.omniversezero.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=11
Or you can go the long way and click my sig.
That place is where I'm constructing my universe, and while a lot of the stuff hasn't been fleshed out yet, it will be "complete" eventually.
Oh, and Peregrine and a few other guys help me with the place. Mostly Peregrine, though.
Name: Demcy Relyru
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon[s]:
-Scaps up anything she can get her hands on to fight or protect her self also has a point to keep or collect weapons of any sort.-
her main non gun weapons consit of a Crowbar that is either in the hand of the user or hooked on to her belt loop of course this is more than a weapon to her it is a took to break in places and etc. Meat cleever on the other side of her hips with a rubber covering over the blade, used to hack up anything and a protective weapon with a fatal edge.
[Inside one of the pockets she has an old fashioned shaving razor this can be a weapon but to her its a nesscity to have, to get rid of unwanted hair.
Hiding a Piano wire with a salvaged and not working Bolt action rifle with a bayonet, Working one pp90 submachingun from russia <-Submachine gun 1-> And
1 HK MP-9K - original variant, with "S-E-F" trigger unit and the standard 70-rounds MP-9 magazine <-Submachine 2-> in a hole behind the crumbling plaster of a crumbling closet with clothes, and other provisions she uses like food and toiletries. ]
Her main and favourite weapon is her Sniper rifle in which she named it Darci, which is a precision aim and powerful with no kick back from the gun. This is also muffled by a silencer and adorned with a strap for carrying over shoulder. his gun is her baby and treats it well.
Picture-->Darci
Clothing:
Wearing an old beat up jacket with a military stylecut, yet soft from being broken in placing in the coloration of a rustic olive with pockets of the breasts and the bottom. Underneath this she wears a black tanktop with the bottom scraggled in a love for it with hands taped up to the mid of her arm covering fresh burns, as they are stained in dried blood. Adorning her feet were new seemingly scuffed combat boots that look to be polished after the scuffs stained the front. Pant wise she wore Tight jeans which were ratty at the bototm of the legg from the well use, marked up with sharpies and faded out with old cakes of paint.
[other times she wears what is in the picture]
Physical description:
Hair cropped short as the tendrils were dyed steel gray blue it would seem, with the smooth skin never touched by dirt or injuries. Its coloration a smooth froth on a mocha cappachino, which traveled underneath her clothing and over the frame. Eyes narrowed yet casually adorning whom ever in a icy blue gaze, with the slightly muscled arms streatching up and behind her slender shoulders. Only having her ears pierced twice and no special tattoos or markings to find her out,.
Picture -->Demcy
Brief character history: [working on]
<gonna eat some dinner>
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon[s]:
-Scaps up anything she can get her hands on to fight or protect her self also has a point to keep or collect weapons of any sort.-
her main non gun weapons consit of a Crowbar that is either in the hand of the user or hooked on to her belt loop of course this is more than a weapon to her it is a took to break in places and etc. Meat cleever on the other side of her hips with a rubber covering over the blade, used to hack up anything and a protective weapon with a fatal edge.
[Inside one of the pockets she has an old fashioned shaving razor this can be a weapon but to her its a nesscity to have, to get rid of unwanted hair.
Hiding a Piano wire with a salvaged and not working Bolt action rifle with a bayonet, Working one pp90 submachingun from russia <-Submachine gun 1-> And
1 HK MP-9K - original variant, with "S-E-F" trigger unit and the standard 70-rounds MP-9 magazine <-Submachine 2-> in a hole behind the crumbling plaster of a crumbling closet with clothes, and other provisions she uses like food and toiletries. ]
Her main and favourite weapon is her Sniper rifle in which she named it Darci, which is a precision aim and powerful with no kick back from the gun. This is also muffled by a silencer and adorned with a strap for carrying over shoulder. his gun is her baby and treats it well.
Picture-->Darci
Clothing:
Wearing an old beat up jacket with a military stylecut, yet soft from being broken in placing in the coloration of a rustic olive with pockets of the breasts and the bottom. Underneath this she wears a black tanktop with the bottom scraggled in a love for it with hands taped up to the mid of her arm covering fresh burns, as they are stained in dried blood. Adorning her feet were new seemingly scuffed combat boots that look to be polished after the scuffs stained the front. Pant wise she wore Tight jeans which were ratty at the bototm of the legg from the well use, marked up with sharpies and faded out with old cakes of paint.
[other times she wears what is in the picture]
Physical description:
Hair cropped short as the tendrils were dyed steel gray blue it would seem, with the smooth skin never touched by dirt or injuries. Its coloration a smooth froth on a mocha cappachino, which traveled underneath her clothing and over the frame. Eyes narrowed yet casually adorning whom ever in a icy blue gaze, with the slightly muscled arms streatching up and behind her slender shoulders. Only having her ears pierced twice and no special tattoos or markings to find her out,.
Picture -->Demcy
Brief character history: [working on]
<gonna eat some dinner>
Wait...Crescent, what are you talking about? Deleted your old post...? An old character profile post? But...err...wha?
I'm confused. What're you talking about?
Dyce, our starting point is at East of Cypress City. Near the sports arena, on the highway under construction.
Guys, coordinate with your pairs/groups and figure out your starting points.
Could someone list down all the groups/pairs?
EDIT:
Nevermind.
Dyce – Shroom (Mercs)
Peregrine – Keero (Survivors)
Auron – Oninx – FaytLeingod (Mercs)
Lucium – TerraNova (Survivors)
Sole – reanimation (Survivors)
Crescent - ??? (Merc)
Origins - ??? (Survivor)
Mercs:
Dyce – Deuce Jonson
Shroom – John Taylor
Auron – Li Wu
Oninx – Devin Smith
Fayt – Relia
Crescent - Demcy Relyru
Survivors:
Peregrine – Vladimir Alejandro Jean-Paul Cristobal d'Aguilar-Martinez (Vlad)
Keero – Keero Tashimi
Sole – Joey Baegadonis
Reanimation – Blackthorne
Lucium – Lt. Sandra Magnelis
TerraNova - Kassandra Cheyung
Origins - Tom Harrison
EDIT 2:
Guys, when we RP, we insert locators in our posts, okay?
Like those things Sole said, things like:
____________________________________
John Taylor and Deuce Johnson
East side of Cypress City, by the unfinished road, near the sports arena
so on so forth
____________________________________
Oh, and in the IC thread, you don't have to instantly be with your partner/s. Since it'd be boring if its just *poof*, you and your girlfriend/wive/ex-husband are together instantaneously. Post meetings.
Like:
Jack O'Neill crouched low behind an upturned sedan as he heard someone, or something, approach. He could hear footsteps coming from around the corner. It was running, and it had company. It was about to turn around the corner, so Jack pumped a round into his shotgun's chamber, anxiously anticipating a deadite to jump around the corner and charge at him, screaming and foaming at the mouth. A deadite, a fairly undecomposed one, went round the corner and Jack opened fire, hoping to decapitate it with one blow, as to not waste ammunition. The deadite jumped and screamed as the gunshot went off, and then it cursed with such profficiency that even a space sailor would be envious.
"JESUS CHRIST, SH*TCOCK!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! DO I LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE?!" it was human. For once, Jack was thankful that he had less than perfect aim.
"Shrit, behind you!" Jack screamed. His new found friend ducked, and Jack fired, decapitating a deadite that was chasing the guy. Another deadite rounded the corner, and Jack pumped his shotgun and released another round, fatally riddling its undead chest with buckshots. "C'mon, let's run!"
"GAH!"
....after ten minutes.
"So, my name's Jack. What's yours?"
"Michelle."
"Like isn't that a girl's name?"
"...f*ck off."
"Not very friendly, are you?"
Or something like that. Yeah...
I'm confused. What're you talking about?
Dyce, our starting point is at East of Cypress City. Near the sports arena, on the highway under construction.
Guys, coordinate with your pairs/groups and figure out your starting points.
Could someone list down all the groups/pairs?
EDIT:
Nevermind.
Dyce – Shroom (Mercs)
Peregrine – Keero (Survivors)
Auron – Oninx – FaytLeingod (Mercs)
Lucium – TerraNova (Survivors)
Sole – reanimation (Survivors)
Crescent - ??? (Merc)
Origins - ??? (Survivor)
Mercs:
Dyce – Deuce Jonson
Shroom – John Taylor
Auron – Li Wu
Oninx – Devin Smith
Fayt – Relia
Crescent - Demcy Relyru
Survivors:
Peregrine – Vladimir Alejandro Jean-Paul Cristobal d'Aguilar-Martinez (Vlad)
Keero – Keero Tashimi
Sole – Joey Baegadonis
Reanimation – Blackthorne
Lucium – Lt. Sandra Magnelis
TerraNova - Kassandra Cheyung
Origins - Tom Harrison
EDIT 2:
Guys, when we RP, we insert locators in our posts, okay?
Like those things Sole said, things like:
____________________________________
John Taylor and Deuce Johnson
East side of Cypress City, by the unfinished road, near the sports arena
so on so forth
____________________________________
Oh, and in the IC thread, you don't have to instantly be with your partner/s. Since it'd be boring if its just *poof*, you and your girlfriend/wive/ex-husband are together instantaneously. Post meetings.
Like:
Jack O'Neill crouched low behind an upturned sedan as he heard someone, or something, approach. He could hear footsteps coming from around the corner. It was running, and it had company. It was about to turn around the corner, so Jack pumped a round into his shotgun's chamber, anxiously anticipating a deadite to jump around the corner and charge at him, screaming and foaming at the mouth. A deadite, a fairly undecomposed one, went round the corner and Jack opened fire, hoping to decapitate it with one blow, as to not waste ammunition. The deadite jumped and screamed as the gunshot went off, and then it cursed with such profficiency that even a space sailor would be envious.
"JESUS CHRIST, SH*TCOCK!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! DO I LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE?!" it was human. For once, Jack was thankful that he had less than perfect aim.
"Shrit, behind you!" Jack screamed. His new found friend ducked, and Jack fired, decapitating a deadite that was chasing the guy. Another deadite rounded the corner, and Jack pumped his shotgun and released another round, fatally riddling its undead chest with buckshots. "C'mon, let's run!"
"GAH!"
....after ten minutes.
"So, my name's Jack. What's yours?"
"Michelle."
"Like isn't that a girl's name?"
"...f*ck off."
"Not very friendly, are you?"
Or something like that. Yeah...
Sites A and Sites B, labs outside the cities Utopia Primus and Casimolar Prime (respectively) were compromised. See, the UFPP is at war currently. So someone deliberately f*cked up Sites A and B.
And remember, the zombies aren't slow, lumbering ones. They're FAST, violent, rabid, dangerous ones. They can break your limbs, bite your neck off and haul your screaming soon-to-be dead body away to be ravaged by the rest of 'em.
Anyway, what time is your first post? Midnight? Since John Taylor and company arrived at day. (night is ##### dangerous in the Land of the Dead)
EDIT:
Dyce, post soon. Mmmkay?
EDIT 2:
Guys, start posting your starting posts.
And remember, the zombies aren't slow, lumbering ones. They're FAST, violent, rabid, dangerous ones. They can break your limbs, bite your neck off and haul your screaming soon-to-be dead body away to be ravaged by the rest of 'em.
Anyway, what time is your first post? Midnight? Since John Taylor and company arrived at day. (night is ##### dangerous in the Land of the Dead)
EDIT:
Dyce, post soon. Mmmkay?
EDIT 2:
Guys, start posting your starting posts.
First : I said 12:31 was an early time to be waking up so as to imply morning is up and coming (so that means it was 31 past midnight...I should have been more specific)
Second : I realized that the zombies were fast and strong ... I decided I wanted Joey's first encounter to be with a zombie that was injured...I'll edit it to make it known that this one was not up for running and such
Third : So two plants were compromised...I'm guessing that means I can't assume the bodies were dumped in a lake...rats...ah well I'll figure it out.
Well I'll go fix it up...hopefully its still salvagable.
*Edit* After re-reading my post I realized that I really liked where I was going with it. In the future Joey will encounter much faster adversaries...
I also have a question or two if you don't mind...
Did they decide on how the disease is spread?
Can it affect those that die or have been dead?
How long has the contamination been let loose upon cypress?
Can we get a timeline done with maps to show the spread of the undead (if the disease is 'spreading' and since we're using dates anyway)...where they are coming from and such...(that may be unnessesary)
How many are intelligent again?
Are there any members of the waring companies present within the city...or broadcasting over the air...or providing any information on the undead at all?
In the days before my first post were there reports of these creatures? Did it happen overnight...
I'm sure most of this is useless information...just curious.
Second : I realized that the zombies were fast and strong ... I decided I wanted Joey's first encounter to be with a zombie that was injured...I'll edit it to make it known that this one was not up for running and such
Third : So two plants were compromised...I'm guessing that means I can't assume the bodies were dumped in a lake...rats...ah well I'll figure it out.
Well I'll go fix it up...hopefully its still salvagable.
*Edit* After re-reading my post I realized that I really liked where I was going with it. In the future Joey will encounter much faster adversaries...
I also have a question or two if you don't mind...
Did they decide on how the disease is spread?
Can it affect those that die or have been dead?
How long has the contamination been let loose upon cypress?
Can we get a timeline done with maps to show the spread of the undead (if the disease is 'spreading' and since we're using dates anyway)...where they are coming from and such...(that may be unnessesary)
How many are intelligent again?
Are there any members of the waring companies present within the city...or broadcasting over the air...or providing any information on the undead at all?
In the days before my first post were there reports of these creatures? Did it happen overnight...
I'm sure most of this is useless information...just curious.
Dyce : You must mean my in character post. I've received comments from you, lucium AND shroom...I'm almost at the point where I'm considering withdrawing for the attention seems to be nitpicking at unimportant things...
As I mentioned (and I thought it was clear when my ic post stated 'its too early...' that implies morning right? and the fact that I said it was 'nighttime' should lead you to believe that the time is midnight...the date was not one day in advance therefore you can assume I meant the first morning of the first day...All that aside I went ahead and went with it...changing it to be more specific.
Second, I encountered one zombie in the post...I wanted the effect to be substatial so I made the first encounter with one that was slower...I can deal with the fact that the zombies are fast...I only wish someone could deal with the fact that the first one wasn't...I mentioned that it had climbed from the depths and I mentioned that it was slow ...later I went back complying a second time and wrote that the zombie was injured.
Thirdly, the way speech is handled has always been handled differently by different people...I've seen * used to denote speech...() to denote speech...everyone does things the way they feel like doing it....I can understand that you guys want a 'story stlye' feel to the rp but there's one glaring problem with story style : If ever someone wants to utilize someone elses character there is a slight chance that they will use a 'pronoun' ...I have stressed in the past how these are evil...(anime people I know you understand)... the thing is if I were to use pronouns AND someone elses character there is a chance of improper usage due to a confusion over who he/she/it is. Therefore the only logical answer is to name everyone and place who says what to the side... If you really feel that strongly about it I'll gladly chage it too.
Finally, in regards to the 'dead rising', I understand that the dead are not rising from the graves...I know I mentioned it several times in my post...the thing is...Its early in the RP my character just found out about the deadites and zombies...he's liable to believe anything the media says and in my opinion the media will say whatever has the most impact. Consider the effect of them saying 'zombies are real'.
Regardless its early in the RP I truly wish someone would have had the heart to look over any 'mistake' or have the decency to pm their concerns to me. Personally, I thought my post was a good post...I'm surprised by how controversial it was ... did you guys really hate it that much?
PS : Sorry if I seem annoyed I'm just really taken aback by the nature of these concerns.
As I mentioned (and I thought it was clear when my ic post stated 'its too early...' that implies morning right? and the fact that I said it was 'nighttime' should lead you to believe that the time is midnight...the date was not one day in advance therefore you can assume I meant the first morning of the first day...All that aside I went ahead and went with it...changing it to be more specific.
Second, I encountered one zombie in the post...I wanted the effect to be substatial so I made the first encounter with one that was slower...I can deal with the fact that the zombies are fast...I only wish someone could deal with the fact that the first one wasn't...I mentioned that it had climbed from the depths and I mentioned that it was slow ...later I went back complying a second time and wrote that the zombie was injured.
Thirdly, the way speech is handled has always been handled differently by different people...I've seen * used to denote speech...() to denote speech...everyone does things the way they feel like doing it....I can understand that you guys want a 'story stlye' feel to the rp but there's one glaring problem with story style : If ever someone wants to utilize someone elses character there is a slight chance that they will use a 'pronoun' ...I have stressed in the past how these are evil...(anime people I know you understand)... the thing is if I were to use pronouns AND someone elses character there is a chance of improper usage due to a confusion over who he/she/it is. Therefore the only logical answer is to name everyone and place who says what to the side... If you really feel that strongly about it I'll gladly chage it too.
Finally, in regards to the 'dead rising', I understand that the dead are not rising from the graves...I know I mentioned it several times in my post...the thing is...Its early in the RP my character just found out about the deadites and zombies...he's liable to believe anything the media says and in my opinion the media will say whatever has the most impact. Consider the effect of them saying 'zombies are real'.
Regardless its early in the RP I truly wish someone would have had the heart to look over any 'mistake' or have the decency to pm their concerns to me. Personally, I thought my post was a good post...I'm surprised by how controversial it was ... did you guys really hate it that much?
PS : Sorry if I seem annoyed I'm just really taken aback by the nature of these concerns.
QUOTE (Sole @ Apr 29 2005, 01:08 AM)
Thirdly, the way speech is handled has always been handled differently by different people...I've seen * used to denote speech...() to denote speech...everyone does things the way they feel like doing it....I can understand that you guys want a 'story stlye' feel to the rp but there's one glaring problem with story style : If ever someone wants to utilize someone elses character there is a slight chance that they will use a 'pronoun' ...I have stressed in the past how these are evil...(anime people I know you understand)... the thing is if I were to use pronouns AND someone elses character there is a chance of improper usage due to a confusion over who he/she/it is. Therefore the only logical answer is to name everyone and place who says what to the side... If you really feel that strongly about it I'll gladly chage it too.
Actually, that's how you learn to write. And you could always ask before you use someone's character and plan it out. Stories are more fun that way.
And as far as I know, pretty much all writing uses "" as a standard for speech unless you're writing a play.
QUOTE (Sole @ Apr 28 2005, 12:34 PM)
Second : I realized that the zombies were fast and strong ... I decided I wanted Joey's first encounter to be with a zombie that was injured...I'll edit it to make it known that this one was not up for running and such
*shrugs* You could make him one of those malnourished ones.
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Did they decide on how the disease is spread?
The zombies bite you, you get infected. No cure.
QUOTE
Can it affect those that die or have been dead?
If the body's still warm and salvagable. If not, then no. It's a fairly "realistic" disease.
QUOTE
How long has the contamination been let loose upon cypress?
At least a week.
QUOTE
Can we get a timeline done with maps to show the spread of the undead (if the disease is 'spreading' and since we're using dates anyway)...where they are coming from and such...(that may be unnessesary)
Don't matter now. Most of the town's been taken over.
QUOTE
How many are intelligent again?
Not many.
QUOTE
Are there any members of the waring companies present within the city...or broadcasting over the air...or providing any information on the undead at all?
Yeah. They're broadcasting. Probably just reruns though.
QUOTE
In the days before my first post were there reports of these creatures? Did it happen overnight...
Well, it happened in two weeks. I mentioned it in the first OOC post.
QUOTE
I'm sure most of this is useless information...just curious.
Actually, no, it is pretty useful for adding flavor and such to post.
And hey, I never said your post wasn't good. To be honest, I think we're really having a great start (oh, and I haven't checked the IC thread yet. so the only posts there I've seen are yours and mine).
@ Lucium:
I can't keep my pants on. I'm so excited that my entire body is shaking. Even my pee-pee
yeah, Im not new to RPing. I can play with the best of em. 
One quick question though, will any of the characters in this RP ever actually meet? Or are they all just in the same town trying to get out and never actually meet?
Here we go.
Name: Elijah Ken Moran
Age: 15
Sex: Male.
Occupation: Unemployed
Weapon: Whatever he happens to find lying around
Clothing: Baggy cargo jeans (blue), A black t-shirt, he wears a darkblue, almost purpleish cotton jacket. Black sneakers and a wristband on his right wrist with a watch over it.
Physical description: He's 6 foot tall. An average built upper torso. Strong theighs and legs from running and playing sports. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in his face and brown eyes.
Brief character history: Eli grew up as a quiet boy. He attended church on sundays and wednesday. He was homeschooled with his two sisters. Everything an average boy did. However, when he was 12 he joined soccer and basketball and started to become physically fit. By the age of 14 he was a star soccer player and a damn good runner. He has much stamina and good sprinting skills. But his upper torso never got the same attention as his legs and because of that his arms are, though strong, weeker then his legs.
One quick question though, will any of the characters in this RP ever actually meet? Or are they all just in the same town trying to get out and never actually meet?
Here we go.
Name: Elijah Ken Moran
Age: 15
Sex: Male.
Occupation: Unemployed
Weapon: Whatever he happens to find lying around
Clothing: Baggy cargo jeans (blue), A black t-shirt, he wears a darkblue, almost purpleish cotton jacket. Black sneakers and a wristband on his right wrist with a watch over it.
Physical description: He's 6 foot tall. An average built upper torso. Strong theighs and legs from running and playing sports. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in his face and brown eyes.
Brief character history: Eli grew up as a quiet boy. He attended church on sundays and wednesday. He was homeschooled with his two sisters. Everything an average boy did. However, when he was 12 he joined soccer and basketball and started to become physically fit. By the age of 14 he was a star soccer player and a damn good runner. He has much stamina and good sprinting skills. But his upper torso never got the same attention as his legs and because of that his arms are, though strong, weeker then his legs.
Hoia there. Shroomz invited me over to his RPG - so here I am with my character.
Name: Kenneth “Wall” Gonzalez
Age: 23
Sex: M
Occupation: Policeman; Survivor
Weapon: HuaLong Type-F 10mm Pistol – 14 rounds in the magazine, looks like the Glock with a dark gray finish, 215mm long , approximately 35mm wide, and weighs 4 pounds. Solarian Arms Series 772 – 60 x 4.5mm rounds in the magazine; has a multi-sight enabling long-range usage. (EDIT: Details on the SAS772: http://www.omniversezero.com/forum/showpos...03&postcount=9)
Clothing: Standard police overalls – blue pants, black boots, blue long sleeved shirt, black gloves, and a black composite helmet. On top of the overalls is the black Kevlar vest which covers his entire torso and his upper arms.
Physical description: Lighter complexion (tan-skinned), brown eyes, black hair that’s cut short, 6’0, and well built (not overly muscular).
Brief character history:
Wall was born and raised in Hao-chi, a semi-developed planet in the middle-reaches of the UFPP. When he finished higher elementary, Wall enrolled himself in the Federation police academy and finished 27th in his class (of 5088). In finishing the Police course, Wall had become proficient in weapons usage, learned survival techniquse, and an adept in people-psychology. He was then sent to the police detail in Casimolar and was assigned as a policeman to Cypress creek soon after. His first day on the job was April 14, 2567 – a few weeks before the terror that was to befall Casimolar.
In the month following his arrival, the rate of violent incidents shot up and very soon, Wall, along with the rest of the security forces, was battling for his life against the blitzkrieg of zombies in Cypress Creek. Due to his training and proficiency with survival techniques, Wall still has the ability to walk, talk, and act like a normal human being – albeit still being stuck and hemmed in by the deadites that roam the infested town. It’s been 2 days since the police force was overwhelmed, but if luck permits, Wall might be able to make it out of the town and get to safety. If only luck would permit.
Name: Kenneth “Wall” Gonzalez
Age: 23
Sex: M
Occupation: Policeman; Survivor
Weapon: HuaLong Type-F 10mm Pistol – 14 rounds in the magazine, looks like the Glock with a dark gray finish, 215mm long , approximately 35mm wide, and weighs 4 pounds. Solarian Arms Series 772 – 60 x 4.5mm rounds in the magazine; has a multi-sight enabling long-range usage. (EDIT: Details on the SAS772: http://www.omniversezero.com/forum/showpos...03&postcount=9)
Clothing: Standard police overalls – blue pants, black boots, blue long sleeved shirt, black gloves, and a black composite helmet. On top of the overalls is the black Kevlar vest which covers his entire torso and his upper arms.
Physical description: Lighter complexion (tan-skinned), brown eyes, black hair that’s cut short, 6’0, and well built (not overly muscular).
Brief character history:
Wall was born and raised in Hao-chi, a semi-developed planet in the middle-reaches of the UFPP. When he finished higher elementary, Wall enrolled himself in the Federation police academy and finished 27th in his class (of 5088). In finishing the Police course, Wall had become proficient in weapons usage, learned survival techniquse, and an adept in people-psychology. He was then sent to the police detail in Casimolar and was assigned as a policeman to Cypress creek soon after. His first day on the job was April 14, 2567 – a few weeks before the terror that was to befall Casimolar.
In the month following his arrival, the rate of violent incidents shot up and very soon, Wall, along with the rest of the security forces, was battling for his life against the blitzkrieg of zombies in Cypress Creek. Due to his training and proficiency with survival techniques, Wall still has the ability to walk, talk, and act like a normal human being – albeit still being stuck and hemmed in by the deadites that roam the infested town. It’s been 2 days since the police force was overwhelmed, but if luck permits, Wall might be able to make it out of the town and get to safety. If only luck would permit.
Just a notice to all Necropolis roleplayers, this roleplay has been inactive for 14 days. If there is no activity within the following week, this roleplay is closed for good. Sorry to have to do this.
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