Our final hours. :A Dead Space 2 prequel rp: {open and accepting!}

[Sarah Kerrigan]

The sprawl. A space station almost as if a home to it's giant crew, who work, live, eat and make friends..and enemies.

Home on this ship is alike earth, with of course, some strange things.

But when that virus is brought here...everything will become Hell.

R-U-L-E-S

1; I want people to at least be able to spell things here. Spellcheck is your friend, and if your computer doesn't have that, then start your post on Microsoft Word. it helps people!

2; Knowledge of Dead Space 1 (at least half way through the game)or knowledge of Aftermath (the new movie) is preferable. Dead Space 2 knowledge would be amazing. If not, just a look at the Wiki is needed.

3; I accept all characters, but a few are needed and will be listed.

we need.. about a few unitologist, a couple medical officers, civilians, soldiers/security officers, and maybe a few characters gone completely mad. I am hoping to bring Isaac and Strouss into this if it get's far enough, but if not, then it's ok.

4; If you want someone else to kill off your characters, or someone wishes to do so, they must message me first. No, and I repeat NO God modding!!!

5; This will be rated R, as the games are M and the movies of pretty violent. Language is no problem, but if get's way to far I will be force to suspend you or even take you out of this. Gore is a must!

Characer sheets; I will accept up to maybe two characters each. If you wish to play Isaac or Strouss then contact me. Only one person can play one of those two, and once two people contact me they are gone.

I do accept pictures off of photobucket and such but if it's from DeviantART please give credit to the artist.

My character sheet will be next, and all can follow from there.

 

[Sarah Kerrigan]

Name; Heather Bronx.
gender; female
age; 23
DoB; March 4th.
occupation; medic officer on the Sprawl, ex-unitologist.

picture;

Spoiler

hair; Deep brown usually seen a ponytail.
eyes; hazel with a darker tiny around the edges.

outfit; usually a black tanktop with health bar and a band around arm that has a medical cross. (ignore skirt in the picture) usually deep black pants with combat boots. Goggles are optional but usually are worn.

theme song;
Bio; Born on the sprawl when it first being truly finished, Heather grew up too unitologist parents. She became a unitologist when she turned 14, same year her mother died of a planetside illness.

When she turned 16, her father was sent to the planet to get supplies and other needed tools. He never returned, and she was put in the care of her uncle and aunt, both who despised unitology all together, causing her to quit.

What really turned out was she quit on her own. The unitologist would talk about something..convergance. The day when they all become whole. Heather didn't like the sound of that, and quit.

When the Ishimura incident happened, she was 23. People had begun to talk, and when the four survivors were found, she was the one who worked on Strouss in particular.

Thats...when things got weird.

People started coming in..dying. Just out of the blue. When they would die, their bodies taken to storage..they would just vanish.

When the necromorph outbreak began, she had been studying Strouss's papers and files, when she was attacked.

She fought them off, escaping.

 

[Zack McSleuthburger]

Name: Samuel Leach

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Occupation: Security Officer aboard the Sprawl.

Appearance: Leach stands roughly 6' 5". His skin is pale and his head is shaved. His eyes are blue, and seem slightly sunken in, adding to his deathly appearance.
Samuel Leach tends to stay in his security uniform most of the time.

Bio: Leach spent most of his young life traveling with his parents. His mother never took a particularly notable stance on Unitology but his father was strongly against it. Leach grew up not hating them as much as his father, but he was rather paranoid about Unitologists.

After arriving at the Sprawl, Leach went to search for anything to get him out of the travelling life. He left his parents and joined the security forces of the Sprawl. His parents appeared to go missing a few months after he joined.

Leach has served aboard the Sprawl for quite some time, but also appears to be increasingly sickly. His physical and mental condition seem to be deteriorating, and the Necromorph outbreak might be what finally breaks him.

 

[STE3L]

Name: Jacky Rho

Gender: Male

Age: 29

DoB: June 20

Hair: short red deadlocks, also has a Goatee.

Eyes: Green

theme song: Insomnium - Mortal Share

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WWtUm8BeGY

Occupation: labourer and cargo control officer on the Sprawl, 8 years.

Appearance: 7' tall and muscular from years of pushing, pulling and lifting cargo whenever something broke down, Jacky has quite an intimidating appearance. Jacky wears his worker jumpsuit and his stasis unit is on him at all times due to the risks associated with equipment failures.

Bio: Jacky was born on a cargo runner, hauling minerals and ore from the mining ops to the stations, when he turned 20 his father offered him the chance to move onto there most frequented drop point, the sprawl. Jacky accepted his offer. he began working at the cargo depo after a year, having moved cargo most of his life he believed himself useful. after 7 years Jacky lost contact with his parents.

the cargo team have been on edge around him ever since, fearing his lack of grieving to be a sign of mental instability.

Jacky Rho is non-religious and has no standing for or against the unitologists.

(A side note from me: I will most defiantly use a spell check but my grammar is not so easily recognised by Firefox. If you have any problems understanding me pleas don't hesitate to PM me)

 

[STE3L]

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what's happening with this? is it still on?

 

[Sarah Kerrigan]

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what's happening with this? is it still on?

Still on. Sorry everyone. It seems we possibly have enough now. Now whoever wants to start speak up now and message me lol

 

[Sarah Kerrigan]

"Fuck..."

That really was the only word Heather Bronx had been saying for the last two hours or so. What else was there to say when you had....Hell, sue didn't even know what to call the monsters chasing her.

Her boots slammed against the metal floor, her feet skidded across, skidding under a closing door, the sliding door slamming behind her as the sound of scratching and screeching behind her. Hell, she was scarred that they would break through just that.

Her feet took one step foreword, raising the flashlight to illuminate a large, round room. A small statue stood in the middle, the tapestry on the wall indicting she was in somekind of UNitologist center.

"Dear god...of all places I'm here.." Heather mumbled, running a hand through her brown hair as she withdrew the plasma cutter, shining the light around the bloody an broken room.

"Christ...it's like a whole army of those things went through here." She spoke outloud, rummaging through the pile of papers, hoping for more ammo.

She stopped, the sound of rustling going behind her. She shot up, raising the cutter and arming it. "Whose there?!"

 

[STE3L]

"Mondays..."

Jacky was working late as the first of the... he didn't even know what they where, but by the amount of blood he quickly gathered it was not here to start a shift. grabbing a nearby pipe, Jacky charged the "Thing" in the door way, placing it in stasis before dismantling it peace by peace. He was almost shocked at how easily its head and arms ripped off.

"Hol..." was all Jacky got out before three more began crawling towards him. Fight or Flight kicked in and he jumped through the door, pulling the emergency decompressor. Jumping to a sprint, Jacky didn't plan on seeing if they where still there.

"WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE!!!" He raged and to his relief, his reply was the steady thumping of boots coming through the ventilation. The next thought that came to Jacky was that who ever it was, they may be in trouble and a pipe wouldn't help much if there are more of those things. As if on cue, Jacky ducked left to the nearest tool locker.

 

[STE3L]

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[Zack McSleuthburger]

Samuel fired a few more shots into a corpse to make sure it was entirely dead this time. He had enough experience with things not being as dead as they should today. He turned to leave the room to find another of these monsters in the doorway.

"Shit!" he shouted opening fire with his pulse rifle and shredding off the creature's legs. He walked towards it, ripped one of the blades coming out from behind it's shoulders off of it's body and stabbed it into the creature's back.

Samuel ran into the hallway, still hearing muffled screaming and sounds that were less than human throughout the area. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered to himself. He heard a clattering sound in the corner of the hallway and immediately raised his rifle. "Is anyone there?" he shouted.

 

[Sarah Kerrigan]

Heather stopped. The figure...actually spoke human?

"Hey don't shoot!" She called, raising her hands and stepping into the man's lightly. "I'm human! Injured, but human." She gestured to her wrapped up arm, keeping her hands up.

"Heather Bronx. Part time head of medical issue." She introduced herself, looking into the man's eyes. "How did you survive this? You just grabbed a gun and went killing like I did?" She joked simply, chuckling to herself as both hands went o her waists.

 

[Zack McSleuthburger]

Spoiler: OoC

Well, I'm the only other one with a gun, so I think it's safe to assume this is me.

Samuel kept his rifle raised, only slightly lessening his grip. "Samuel Leach," he said, looking around. "I'm with security here. And don't ask me what's happening, because I don't know."

"You're probably the first person I've seen who wasn't one of... those," he added.

 

[STE3L]

"A Rivet Gun?? you have got to be kidding..." It had taken Jacky five minutes to get to the locker and get it open without the day-code, making all the more unpleasant that all that was left inside was a rivet gun.

Confiding that it will haft to do for now, he grabbed all the rivets he could carry and began making his way up to where he thought the sounds, now inaudible voices, originated.

 

[STE3L]

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