Tomorrow When The War Began: Zombie RP with a twist (Closed/Started)

[RockyH]

So... Have I been accepted or...?

 

[EvilJoe1]

Spoiler: OOC

@RockyH 1) Use Spoiler boxes,
2)

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.

1) Can you please put that in a soiler box.
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.

@Stone Wera: Cool, I realy like your character but please say how much ammo you have.

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As the line slowly shortens Jack becomes more and more impatient untill he finally gets to the front. "Hi, my name's Clara, nice to meet you Mr?" she asks as Jack sits down.

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Vicer waited as the line didn't visibly move but eventually he found himself at the front sitting across from a young man in a dusty but more or less intact suit. "And how are you to day Mr?"

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"Mr Strong yes? Will you please come with me to where the team is assembling." He says making sound very close to an order. "Yea sure." Replys Howard as he is lead out into the fading daylight and to a small staging area. Only one other person was in the area, a young lady about 23. (Thats you CloggedDonkey btw

Spoiler: OOC

Thats you CloggedDonkey btw. I though I would allow you two to interact and introduce yourselves while I get the others into the group. I go back to school tomorrow so I probably wont post untill later in the day.

 

[CloggedDonkey]

Anastasia looked at the man that walked in. "Are you one of the people that will be with the others on this one mission?" She said. Mne nuzhno rabotatʹ nad angliĭskim yazykom, yesli ya rabotayu s drugimi lyudʹmi, kotorye znayut yego. (I need to work on my English if I'm working with other people who know it.)

 

[Cozzzy]

Howard watched the man walk back out of the room to fetch the others and turned to face his new team mate, and was a little startled - he hadn't really seen much military equipment in a long time. Hmm... she looks prepared for a war already. Must be a mercenary. I thought we were going to be diplomatic with the humans.

"Yeah, I'm coming on this one. I'm Howard; the groups mechanic." He stuck out his hand politely "And you are?"

 

[CloggedDonkey]

"I have the name of Anastasia and Novikov, and I am looking to the front of getting my pay." Anastasia answered. Mozhet bytʹ, ya mogu uznatʹ nekotorye angliĭskie ot etogo cheloveka. (Maybe I can learn some English from this man.)

 

[Cozzzy]

"...Ah." He lowered his hand "Nice to meet you." He wished the rest of the team would arrive; he was no good at conversation. "Eastern European by any chance, Stasya? If you don't mind me shortening it to that, of course."

 

[CloggedDonkey]

"Huh, I am not in minding that you make my name that of one that is shorter, and you are correct, I hail from the land that belongs to the country of Rossii. It is nice to be meeting you." She shook the man's hand. "Now, I am in needing of cleaning my rifle, if you are alright with that." She said, not wanting to sound rude.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

"Vicer" he responded to the mans question, "Now why was I called?" he faked impatience, in all honesty, he could stand there for hours on end, not moving, until his opportunity arose, but he knew he would have to make this cover for a little bit longer. At least until he could escape from this mission.

 

[EvilJoe1]

Spoiler: OOC

I am very interested
And I have 7 whole weeks of free time now. (If that counts for anything)

Spoiler: Gribbs

Name: Gribbs

Age: 72

Gender: Male

Appearance: Gribbs does not look that imposing, he is hardly 4 feet tall and looks like he is not much more than bone. He is further shortened by his hunchback, which makes him appear constantly crouched. He wears a pinstriped suit of black and white and a fedora (black like the night with rhinestone stars). Somehow his beard survived the apocalypse and it continues to burst from his chin like an iron brush. Black tinted sunglasses cling to his nose and ear stubs. On his back he carries a burglars sack, which easily outweighs him and caries every single one of his possessions. Many have made the mistake of assuming that being new worlds oldest man makes him weak. This could not be farther from the truth this gargoyle has some muscle (not to mention his mean right hook).

Personality: Gribbs is an old world capitalist and objectivist; to him the world is a collection of things he can use for him a new settlement is a collection of people he can con or manipulate.

Old Job: Before the war Gribbs was just a hobo that made it big, he became a street boxer and champion featherweight. Then things went bad, there was an accident and he got involved in street crime, the normal stuff a little violence and extortion. But then the war starts and it is the best thing ever. There were so many new business opportunities for the more ?ethically liberated? among the people. Gribbs was not exactly ethically liberated more ethically oblivious. He never actually thought or killed anyone but a lot of people that died would have blamed him if they could have.

Current Job: Gribbs is a trader and businessman; if there are goods or power to be had Gribbs is there most everyone in the city knows him, but hardly anyone knows that much about him. They know he is willing to do most anything and that if they ask for him he will turn up.
Items: Apart from what he wears or carries only to sell there is his cigarette box which he won?t let you open so don?t even think about asking and Paul the nuclear mule. Paul dose not talk much but the two of them are close friends.

Weapons: Gribbs does not carry guns or weapons, weapons are for thugs, and Gribbs is no thug (he hires thugs but that is besides the point)

BioI sort of covered this all in job but if you want I can expand on it)

Other: Gribbs was one of the first people to steel any serum. The effect it had on him was interesting to say the least, his body is hyper resistant to transplants, to the point where he can surgically implant the body parts of other creatures, for example were he to kill an eagle he cold rip out the eye and stitch it into his empty socket. Then a few days later he would have a new working eye just as powerful as the bird he took it from. (Can I start with one implant or not, because if so I would like that one)

It's good. Except that there are some spelling mistakes but other than that I like it, mainly because I was waiting for someone to make a character who uses the serum. And yes you can have an implant.

 

[Cozzzy]

Spoiler: OOC

I think we should get this going; should we assume the group's been assembled already and begin? Or can we wrap this bit up really quick?

 

[Dragon_of_red]

<spoiler=OOC>I think we should just assume we have been accepted... And we have to wait until Zombie Joe makes the next post... Though I am the Co-GM, I can't move the story on too much...

 

[EvilJoe1]

Spoiler: OOC

Yea, sorry, I've been waiting for the two who are being interviewed to reply. I'll send them a PM to see if they are still interested and then I'll post that the group has been assembled.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

<spoiler=OOC>Unless anyone feels like talking to my character. I suppose we just wait...

 

[Dragon_of_red]

"Money" Vicer responded to the weird man who had just pushed past a few people. "And not being killed for flogging stuff. That is a nice bonus." He flipped his hair slightly, showing his bright left eye off for a few moments, before covering it in the shade of his hair. He looked at his out stretched hand, noticing a small ring on it.

He smiled and shook it eagerly, "I'm Vicer though, You look wealthy enough, care to by some... goods" he asked towards him, in the meantime taking his ring off, then pocketing it.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Vicer laughed, it was a shallow and heartless laugh, "Heh, sorry" he threw a fake ring back towards the man. Hiding the original in his pocket, it looked flawless, it was just happenstance that he had it with him, but a lucky one.

"Specialist Trader eh? I have many special items. Name what you take, I could... acquire some for you..."