Tomorrow When The War Began: Zombie RP with a twist (Closed/Started)
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Name: Lewis Hill
Age: 34
Gender:Male
Apperence: Hazel Eyes, Brown hair, average height for an adult of his age.
Personality: Is a nice person usually, but is angry and depressed as his wife lila and his two kids john and sarah are all Monstrous zombies.
Old Job: He was a Business man just before the war, and had just got a big promotion. He was in a private bunker when the bombs went off, and his wife and kids were refused entry to the bunker as they were not with the business. He watched them die.
Current Job: He is hunting for a Monster known only as Despair. He is paid a lot of money to hunt this creature that has only ever been heard of.
Items: Because his job requires a lot of movement, he has a tent that can be quickly popped up and is reinforced with a thin layer of steel. He also has a large amount of water and pre-cooked rust beetles, but nothing else.
Weapons: He has a large pack of Strong metal throwing weapon that are like shurikens, but slightly bigger and tipped with Dog Spider poison. He also has a shotgun with Three shots left.
Bio: He is not completely a sentient zombie. At Times of extreme anger, pain or sorrow, he could become crazed and thoughtless, attacking anyone around him with no regrets. Afterwards he can be seen cursing himself and crying a lot as well. As well as hunting Despair, he is also looking for his family, and put them out of their monstrousness. He will hate himself after this, maybe even commit suicide.
Other: He lost a leg in the bombings, and in its place is a metal stump, with he tinkers with to make it more effiecent.
Age: 34
Gender:Male
Apperence: Hazel Eyes, Brown hair, average height for an adult of his age.
Personality: Is a nice person usually, but is angry and depressed as his wife lila and his two kids john and sarah are all Monstrous zombies.
Old Job: He was a Business man just before the war, and had just got a big promotion. He was in a private bunker when the bombs went off, and his wife and kids were refused entry to the bunker as they were not with the business. He watched them die.
Current Job: He is hunting for a Monster known only as Despair. He is paid a lot of money to hunt this creature that has only ever been heard of.
Items: Because his job requires a lot of movement, he has a tent that can be quickly popped up and is reinforced with a thin layer of steel. He also has a large amount of water and pre-cooked rust beetles, but nothing else.
Weapons: He has a large pack of Strong metal throwing weapon that are like shurikens, but slightly bigger and tipped with Dog Spider poison. He also has a shotgun with Three shots left.
Bio: He is not completely a sentient zombie. At Times of extreme anger, pain or sorrow, he could become crazed and thoughtless, attacking anyone around him with no regrets. Afterwards he can be seen cursing himself and crying a lot as well. As well as hunting Despair, he is also looking for his family, and put them out of their monstrousness. He will hate himself after this, maybe even commit suicide.
Other: He lost a leg in the bombings, and in its place is a metal stump, with he tinkers with to make it more effiecent.
Sorry about the late reply; I lost my internet for a few days and only got it back last night. Shouldn't be happening again any time soon. Anyway, character sheet:
Name: Howard Strong
Age: Roughly in his mid 40s when he died.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and heavily built. Usually wears his own frayed brown jumpsuit, patched up with other rags and odd bits of metal stitched on top for protection. He has an old, tattered tool belt, full of odd bits he can use in his work. His head is mostly obscured because he never bothers removing his helmet, goggles or facemask - he always puts them back on shortly after for work. This is mostly out of laziness, but partly because of his grousome scars from the war.
Personality: Quite laid back, considering his job and interests. He has surprising amounts of empathy for other people, and will often go out of his way to help others. He jumps at any chance to use his skills or to create something, and can improvise equipment out of scrap very easily.
Old Job: Mechanic.
Current Job: Pseudo-mechanic. With most of the other mechanics gone, Howard gets lots of business from people coming to him to repair or create things specially. He has enough demand to work whenever he feels like it.
Items: All the tools and equipment in his belt, of course. Most notably a small power saw. Otherwise, he has a small workshop for a hideout, full of interesting, unfinished projects that would be too impractical to carry around. This includes a functioning gun that fires anything, improvised mainly from a car engine and pipes, but is far too heavy to carry, and is more of a turret which we might need to come back for in the future. There's also an un-finished vehicle, although whether it will ever be finished is questionable.
Weapons: He based his main weapon on a mace which he came across in a pre-war book once. He made it by taking a bit of scaffolding, sawing it in half and welding some shards and twisted clumps of metal of metal at one end. The place where the handle would be was melted slightly to make it more comfortable, and wrapped in cloth to make it grip.
Bio: Before the war, Howard was working as a mechanic on cars, teaching metal work and was helping to build the bunkers coming up to the war. He was pretty fatalistic, and actually found life pretty dull and uninteresting. When the war was begining, desperate people forced their way past him into the bunker which he had designed and worked on, and locked him out. He was left to die, and did so. Surprisingly, this worked in his favour.
During the Zombie War, he had made money arming some of the others, and worked on defences and barricades around the city, primarily around the council. He had a few close calls protecting them, leaving himself scarred horribly, yet he wasn't acknowledged as a war hero. He was only heard of after the war when people needed things fixed.
Age: Roughly in his mid 40s when he died.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and heavily built. Usually wears his own frayed brown jumpsuit, patched up with other rags and odd bits of metal stitched on top for protection. He has an old, tattered tool belt, full of odd bits he can use in his work. His head is mostly obscured because he never bothers removing his helmet, goggles or facemask - he always puts them back on shortly after for work. This is mostly out of laziness, but partly because of his grousome scars from the war.
Personality: Quite laid back, considering his job and interests. He has surprising amounts of empathy for other people, and will often go out of his way to help others. He jumps at any chance to use his skills or to create something, and can improvise equipment out of scrap very easily.
Old Job: Mechanic.
Current Job: Pseudo-mechanic. With most of the other mechanics gone, Howard gets lots of business from people coming to him to repair or create things specially. He has enough demand to work whenever he feels like it.
Items: All the tools and equipment in his belt, of course. Most notably a small power saw. Otherwise, he has a small workshop for a hideout, full of interesting, unfinished projects that would be too impractical to carry around. This includes a functioning gun that fires anything, improvised mainly from a car engine and pipes, but is far too heavy to carry, and is more of a turret which we might need to come back for in the future. There's also an un-finished vehicle, although whether it will ever be finished is questionable.
Weapons: He based his main weapon on a mace which he came across in a pre-war book once. He made it by taking a bit of scaffolding, sawing it in half and welding some shards and twisted clumps of metal of metal at one end. The place where the handle would be was melted slightly to make it more comfortable, and wrapped in cloth to make it grip.
Bio: Before the war, Howard was working as a mechanic on cars, teaching metal work and was helping to build the bunkers coming up to the war. He was pretty fatalistic, and actually found life pretty dull and uninteresting. When the war was begining, desperate people forced their way past him into the bunker which he had designed and worked on, and locked him out. He was left to die, and did so. Surprisingly, this worked in his favour.
During the Zombie War, he had made money arming some of the others, and worked on defences and barricades around the city, primarily around the council. He had a few close calls protecting them, leaving himself scarred horribly, yet he wasn't acknowledged as a war hero. He was only heard of after the war when people needed things fixed.
1) Can you please put that in a soiler box.RockyH said:
2) Please try a use better punctuation and capitals for names.
3) What type of shotgun? Just a double barrel, pump action or something else? Please specify.
4) Just some advise, when writing a character sheet try and make it flow a bit better like with an essay.
Can you please add a last name, go over the sheet and fix any punctuation misstakes, specify what type of 'sniper rifle' it is as this would have a large affect on how hard it is to get and add something into your story about how you got the weapon, you can still have it just that working guns are rare and would be very prized possessions. O, and also specify how much ammo you have left, both on you and any you may have hidden in places. And the Zombie War started after the bunkers where closed and was fought between the Mutants and the Sentient Zombies.The Clown said:Name: David
Age: around 30 but looks older due to mutation
Gender: Male
Appearance: completely bald with grey leathery skin, only a few wispy strands of hair on his head, his eyes are completely white with no visible pupils, he only has 4 teeth that are all very sharp with 2 on the top and 2 on the bottom like opposing fangs, he is wearing a very shabby suit with many holes in the sleeves and shirt as-well as a few bloodstains.
Personality: He is generally very calm and collected but occasionally has very angry and violent outbursts when aggravated or made to feel strong emotions
Old Job: An executive at a large company, but was slightly corrupt and did whatever he could to get money.
Current Job: None that would be notable but occasionally hunts with his rifle and helps other survivors
Items:His suit, around 500$, a broken phone, and a picture of his dead wife.
Weapons:A sniper rifle that he carries on his back and a combat knife he keeps under his jacket.
Bio: When the zombie war started he soon fled from his hometown abandoning all he had known and loved, he was grimly determined to survive and even killed other survivors for food and equipment, his outbursts of rage have been becoming more frequent and he has been trying to cure them ever since they started. As far as he knows all of his family is dead and he hasn't met anyone he knows since the beginning of the war, since finding the other sentient zombies he has calmed down and has been trying to readapt to social environments but has been finding it difficult and still acts oddly even for zombies.
OtherAnything that isn't covered so far)
And I have designed the story to be able to have character come in at a later time. And good to have you onboard for my first RP, I've been in a few of your RPs and would like to know what you think of mine, and if anyone has any suggestions for my next Rp, like things to do differently please say.ThreeWords said:
P.S. If I get to many people before you join I can't kick someone out for you so do try and hurry.
And if you are wondoring why I double posted so much it is because I find it difficult to quote more than one person in one post. Yea I'm an nub.
One question, do we play as the sentient zombies or the humans? I couldn't quite tell from the writing, but this looks interesting, and I have an idea for either of the sides.
Okay. Give me a bit for a sheet.EvilJoe1 said:We play as the Sentient Zombies. I don't get why everyone is getting confused, I said that we play as the Setient Zombies in the zombies section of the OP.< Reading over this I may sound angry but I'm not.
I would agree with that statement.
Oh and.
Oh and.
Holy Crap! I remember you! Do you remember me?ThreeWords said:
Name: Anastasia Novikov.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Short light brown hair, brown eyes, small build, roughly five feet and seven inches tall, wears several layers of baggy army clothes, mostly brown and green, wears an old army gas mask to cover her face when in the permanent winter of the world. She has a thick Russian accent, and doesn't speak much, but when she does it's either in Russian or broken English.
Personality: Very solitary and confined, speaks little and uses as few words as possible, but is a good fighter and has been for some time.
Old Job: mainly a college student, but also worked as a Cab driver for a short time.
Current Job: A worrier, but closer to a mercenary in the way she operates.
Items: A gas mask for hiding her identity and use in toxic areas, several air filters for the mask, a road map of America (partially torn and slightly burned on one side), and empty bottles and cans to use as alarms.
Weapons: An AN-94 Abakan assault rifle (most of the extra pieces gone or broken, and set in a permanent state of single fire. Only used for extreme emergencies) as payment from one of her jobs, one clip of ammo, and a large machete (the handle duck taped on. Main weapon.).
Bio: Born to a family of Russian immigrants, Anastasia was taught little English, and mostly gained what little she had learned after the Zombie War. She didn't have a very eventful like up until the war, in which she started to work for anyone that would hire her, whether they wanted good for the city or bad. After the long war, she would travel through the city taking jobs from whoever offered them. It was during this time that she picked up her Abakan, and used to it great effect for quite some time, then it started to break and fall apart, but she only had it repaired to the point of functioning, and nothing more. She once found an old military store house in one of the more broken down buildings, and found an old gas mask along with several camouflaged clothes. She adopted these for two reasons. one because they hid her face, which stopped her from seeing what she had become, and two because they made her look much more menacing and imposing. It has been years sense she has seen her full face, and she is partially proud of that, but ashamed at the same time.
Before the war, Anastasia went to a college and learned a little of math and biology, but didn't get an education before the war started and she was turned into the monster she sees herself as now. For a while she also worked as a taxi car driver, and picked up basic English from the job, but isn't to good with the language.
Other: Has no home, only what she can carry on her back.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Short light brown hair, brown eyes, small build, roughly five feet and seven inches tall, wears several layers of baggy army clothes, mostly brown and green, wears an old army gas mask to cover her face when in the permanent winter of the world. She has a thick Russian accent, and doesn't speak much, but when she does it's either in Russian or broken English.
Personality: Very solitary and confined, speaks little and uses as few words as possible, but is a good fighter and has been for some time.
Old Job: mainly a college student, but also worked as a Cab driver for a short time.
Current Job: A worrier, but closer to a mercenary in the way she operates.
Items: A gas mask for hiding her identity and use in toxic areas, several air filters for the mask, a road map of America (partially torn and slightly burned on one side), and empty bottles and cans to use as alarms.
Weapons: An AN-94 Abakan assault rifle (most of the extra pieces gone or broken, and set in a permanent state of single fire. Only used for extreme emergencies) as payment from one of her jobs, one clip of ammo, and a large machete (the handle duck taped on. Main weapon.).
Bio: Born to a family of Russian immigrants, Anastasia was taught little English, and mostly gained what little she had learned after the Zombie War. She didn't have a very eventful like up until the war, in which she started to work for anyone that would hire her, whether they wanted good for the city or bad. After the long war, she would travel through the city taking jobs from whoever offered them. It was during this time that she picked up her Abakan, and used to it great effect for quite some time, then it started to break and fall apart, but she only had it repaired to the point of functioning, and nothing more. She once found an old military store house in one of the more broken down buildings, and found an old gas mask along with several camouflaged clothes. She adopted these for two reasons. one because they hid her face, which stopped her from seeing what she had become, and two because they made her look much more menacing and imposing. It has been years sense she has seen her full face, and she is partially proud of that, but ashamed at the same time.
Before the war, Anastasia went to a college and learned a little of math and biology, but didn't get an education before the war started and she was turned into the monster she sees herself as now. For a while she also worked as a taxi car driver, and picked up basic English from the job, but isn't to good with the language.
Other: Has no home, only what she can carry on her back.
If we start at 12 I should roll in about 3 hours late, I still have school...
Good enough though, I am used to showing up late in RP's. Also Bump.
Good enough though, I am used to showing up late in RP's. Also Bump.
Um, Clown.
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EvilJoe1 said:Can you please add a last name, go over the sheet and fix any punctuation misstakes, specify what type of 'sniper rifle' it is as this would have a large affect on how hard it is to get and add something into your story about how you got the weapon, you can still have it just that working guns are rare and would be very prized possessions. O, and also specify how much ammo you have left, both on you and any you may have hidden in places. And the Zombie War started after the bunkers where closed and was fought between the Mutants and the Sentient Zombies.The Clown said:Name: David
Age: around 30 but looks older due to mutation
Gender: Male
Appearance: completely bald with grey leathery skin, only a few wispy strands of hair on his head, his eyes are completely white with no visible pupils, he only has 4 teeth that are all very sharp with 2 on the top and 2 on the bottom like opposing fangs, he is wearing a very shabby suit with many holes in the sleeves and shirt as-well as a few bloodstains.
Personality: He is generally very calm and collected but occasionally has very angry and violent outbursts when aggravated or made to feel strong emotions
Old Job: An executive at a large company, but was slightly corrupt and did whatever he could to get money.
Current Job: None that would be notable but occasionally hunts with his rifle and helps other survivors
Items:His suit, around 500$, a broken phone, and a picture of his dead wife.
Weapons:A sniper rifle that he carries on his back and a combat knife he keeps under his jacket.
Bio: When the zombie war started he soon fled from his hometown abandoning all he had known and loved, he was grimly determined to survive and even killed other survivors for food and equipment, his outbursts of rage have been becoming more frequent and he has been trying to cure them ever since they started. As far as he knows all of his family is dead and he hasn't met anyone he knows since the beginning of the war, since finding the other sentient zombies he has calmed down and has been trying to readapt to social environments but has been finding it difficult and still acts oddly even for zombies.
Other
Name: Jack Napier
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jack wears a black torn suit and with black dress pants with scuffed black shoes with spats. His short brown hair is under a stripped white and black fedora. With a crooked smile and bright blue eyes he gives off the stance of being fake.
Personality: Jack as always been an opportunist, looking for his next deal or sucker to make money off of. He has been cold hearted most of his life and in death that hasn't changed.
Old Job: Before the war Jack was a big time mobster involved in arms deals, drug culture and kidnapping with the occasional robbery, if there was a head of the black market it was him.
Current Job: Since the war Jack's business has been altered but not overly changed. He is still dealing in weapons but now he gets most of his customers asking for serum which he can supply in low amounts to those who have the cash.
Items: Jack likes to travel light incase he has to run so on his person he has pack of cigarettes, lighter, Small wallet filled with cash and Needle and thread. In Jacks hideout he has an assortment of guns, ammo and every drug u can think of before the war plus a couple liters of serum but all of this is protected by his hired hands.
Weapons: Jack doesn't carry many weapons on him other then a couple small knifes in his suit pocket and one horrible fixed Tommy gun and one cartridge of hollow tip rounds. All the weapons in his house are for sale not use.
Bio: Jack got into crime at the age of nineteen starting at the bottom but soon worked his way up to owning his first mob and then continues to dominate the criminal world until it seemed everyone answered to him. When the war started Jack managed to get into a bunker but as the bombs fell the bunker didn't hold to well leaking the radiation turning him and his top men into Sentient Zombies. At first they were all very confused at what had happened but looking over all the files the bunker contained they slowly regained some memory and decided it was time to head out looking for business using the very same bunker as a hide out Jack started a new wave of serum crime and being undead he found it very easy to include himself in jobs showing the world who was the new face of evil.
Other: Jack being more open with his crimes now is extremely wanted by the authorities.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jack wears a black torn suit and with black dress pants with scuffed black shoes with spats. His short brown hair is under a stripped white and black fedora. With a crooked smile and bright blue eyes he gives off the stance of being fake.
Personality: Jack as always been an opportunist, looking for his next deal or sucker to make money off of. He has been cold hearted most of his life and in death that hasn't changed.
Old Job: Before the war Jack was a big time mobster involved in arms deals, drug culture and kidnapping with the occasional robbery, if there was a head of the black market it was him.
Current Job: Since the war Jack's business has been altered but not overly changed. He is still dealing in weapons but now he gets most of his customers asking for serum which he can supply in low amounts to those who have the cash.
Items: Jack likes to travel light incase he has to run so on his person he has pack of cigarettes, lighter, Small wallet filled with cash and Needle and thread. In Jacks hideout he has an assortment of guns, ammo and every drug u can think of before the war plus a couple liters of serum but all of this is protected by his hired hands.
Weapons: Jack doesn't carry many weapons on him other then a couple small knifes in his suit pocket and one horrible fixed Tommy gun and one cartridge of hollow tip rounds. All the weapons in his house are for sale not use.
Bio: Jack got into crime at the age of nineteen starting at the bottom but soon worked his way up to owning his first mob and then continues to dominate the criminal world until it seemed everyone answered to him. When the war started Jack managed to get into a bunker but as the bombs fell the bunker didn't hold to well leaking the radiation turning him and his top men into Sentient Zombies. At first they were all very confused at what had happened but looking over all the files the bunker contained they slowly regained some memory and decided it was time to head out looking for business using the very same bunker as a hide out Jack started a new wave of serum crime and being undead he found it very easy to include himself in jobs showing the world who was the new face of evil.
Other: Jack being more open with his crimes now is extremely wanted by the authorities.
Um, tone down the amount of drugs and serum. And there are no real 'Police' forces in this city but The Council or someone else who has enough money would hire someone to kill you or to capture you for trial. O, and the change into a Sentient Zombie happens when someone who was exposed to the radiation on the sureface dies. In your Bio it makes it sound like they where irradiated and immediately turned.