Well, no complaints here. Even if that much ammo makes my sadistic side squirm. But, considering she just left an American Wal-Mart, it's not entirely unbelievable. Also, a character of the female variety is a welcome addition.NeoAC said:Name: Ashlyn Tarpley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Ashlyn is a tomboy, a result of her father's upbringing. She gets offended when it's suggested that she is unable to do anything, and will then demand to do it anyway, even if she has no idea how. She also takes insults and criticism very harshly, and will snipe back with her own remarks, no matter how justified they my be. Despite this, she will not hesitate to dish out insults unprovoked, especially if she sees someone acting in a manner unfitting of an ideal country man.
She has a soft spot for children, thanks to her role as the oldest sibling in the rural family as she can spot traits of her sisters in almost any little girl.
Appearance: Ashlyn stands 5'6", weighing 120 lbs. She has dirty blonde hair that hangs down to between her shoulder blades, longer than it usually is due to her not trusting herself to cut her own hair. Her eyes are light blue, and her skin is pale, as she hasn't seen much sunlight since the outbreak began. Her body is lithe, nothing too drastic in the curve department, but her legs show the signs of a runner, very well toned.
Her current outfit consists of a red St. Louis Cardinals hat, a white "Property of St. Louis Rams M" form fit t-shirt underneath a dark brown heavy leather jacket, a pair of light brown cargo pants held up by dark brown braided leather belt, and a pair of UK Gear Winter running shoes. Looking somewhat out of place on the outfit are the pair of diamond studs in her pierced ears and the blue sapphire pendant hanging around her neck, but they are there just as much for their former monetary value as looking pretty (You get unlimited unguarded access to a store, you're taking the most expensive stuff that you can carry and still outrun zombies with).
Notable Skills: Ashlyn has an athletic background, having played soccer and kicked for the football team at Central High. In addition she spent a lot of her time helping her father out with chores on the house they maintained in the woods outside the city. In the fall, the Tarpleys would grab a couple rifles and take hunting excursions into the deeper woods of Scott County, and Ashlyn is well versed in shooting as a result. Working at Enterprise has given her a decent amount of knowledge regarding St. Louis' layout, but she is still not as well versed as a native.
Weapons: Ashlyn wields a Sig Sauer M400 rifle [http://www.walmart.com/ip/Sig-Sauer-M400-with-Prismatic-Scope/21677320] for long range shooting, and a Mossberg 500 twenty gage shotgun [http://www.walmart.com/ip/Mossberg-500-All-Purpose-20ga-Shotgun/21692519] for closer combat. She currently carries five boxes of standard rounds for the Sig and two boxes of shells for the Mossberg.
Gear/Miscellany: Carries the following in addition to her weapons and ammunition: One backpack, one sleeping bag, a few NutriGrain bars, four bottles of water, one Sheffield multi-tool, one large bottle of anti-bacterial soap, one crank flashlight and a small first aid kit.
Bio: Born in Cape Girardeau and raised on the outskirts of town, Ashlyn grew up in the southeast corner of Missouri with the influence of the Ozarks reaching in to help raise her. Her father owned a hardware store in town, with her mother staying at home to raise the four girls. Ashlyn was the oldest and became the surrogate son for Pappy Tarpley. He took her out on hunting trips. He encouraged her to try out for the football team, even though the school board would only allow her to play kicker. No matter what she wanted to do, Pappy Tarpley helped Ashlyn work towards it, no matter what the cost.
At least until the Waltons made their move on the small businesses of the Cape. They went for the kill in the late 2000s and between the lower prices and the rising lease costs, Roy's Hardware was one of the stores that got swept under as people took all their cash to the big box stores. Money got tight, and Pappy was forced to choke down the Wall's offer of a vest job at half his peak pay to keep the family home from being turned over to the bank. With times getting tough on their family, and no jobs in the immediate area that weren't on par with the going rate in Wally World, Ashlyn made the sacrifice and moved out, looking for fortune up north in St. Louis against Pappy's wishes.
After attempting to try out for St. Louis Athletica before being told there was no money for new players anyway, Ashlyn picked up a job as a rep for Enterprise while working towards a degree at Hickey College. Every bit of extra cash that wasn't put towards her social life was sent back to the family. Once she graduated, she stayed on with Enterprise helping maintain their network of rent-a-cars, and somewhat enjoying the city life right until the Outbreak occurred.
Ashlyn was somewhat lucky in that her first encounter with the zombies happened while she was driving a retired-rental Chevy Cobalt. However, it was unlucky she was driving to the gas station at the time. With limited fuel she looked for a place that she could use as a shelter from this shambling storm. Sadly, the only one within eyesight was that malevolent force that forced her north. Wal-Mart. Swallowing her pride, she bulldozed through the horde giving her Cobalt the usual rental treatment until she managed to make contact with the survivors inside and convince them that she was still alive and not shopping for brains.
Once she was brought in, Ashlyn assumed a role with the small group of survivors inside; patrolling the garage for possible breaks in defence, cooking the meagre meals of Mr. Noodles and chicken nuggets using the Coleman Stoves from the camping section, fixing the HELP sign on the roof spelled out in tires and women's blouses. With everyone raiding the store for whatever they could have wanted, things were great at first. But after a few months inside the superstore, tensions were rising. The food supply was dwindling, no help appeared on the horizon and the small crew was getting trigger happy. The large stash of unused ammunition wasn't helping matters. Convinced that it was getting as dangerous inside as it was outside, Ashlyn planned to make a break towards a more secure location. Maybe even swinging by the Busch Brewery if possible to restock on the major thing lacking in Wal-Mart.
Other Notes: Ashlyn is a fan of the Rams, Cardinals, Chicago Fire, Grizzlies, and Blues, in that order (and the Blues are pretty distant).
Link_to_Future said:A Mortis-run RP about zombies? I can already see this getting gruesome in all the right ways.
I'm going to fiddle around with a sheet and see if I can come up with anything worthwhile. It's been a little while since I last RPed.

Well, I welcome you and hope you find my criticism as constructive as Bob the Builder on a five-day meth binge. Figuratively speaking, of course. Now, with the revision, I rather like the idea of using lug nuts as slingshot ammunition. Certainly won't be too pleasant for anyone getting hit. Now, for the Bio. The order in which the events are written seem sporadic. First you have it that he's run away from home, give a rather brief description as to why, then go on about the past with his uncle for a bit before jumping straight into his time in St. Louis (unless of course his uncle lived in St. Louis, in which case that should be a bit clearer), all before jumping back to his uncle (which, again, is a moot point if his uncle lives in St. Louis). I also can't help but wonder why his trip from Memphis wasn't expanded on, unless his trip really was that uneventful, or you have intention of explaining it as you go along.2HF said:I've never done this before so I appreciate any more constructive criticism you may have. Thoughts?
Name: Roberto Ramos
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Distrustful of everyone but fiercely loyal once trust has been earned. Quiet but with a strong will to live.
Appearance: 5'4", 130lbs, messy black hair, brown eyes, jeans ripped at the bottom, mostly intact black hoodie.
Notable Skills: Tree climbing, car boosting, knowledge of electrical systems aquired via hotwiring cars and cracking garage door keypads, fist fighting, McGuyver level... McGuyvering skills
Weapons: Medium sized pocket knife, homemade slingshot and a dwindling amount of steel ball bearings, along with whatever small stones and assorted items he can find.
Gear/Miscellany: A backpack with a few bottles of water, a change of clothes, an old gameboy color with dead batteries, a twinkie for a special occasion, and a tire iron for removing nuts from tires for ammo (A time consuming and risky task).
Bio: Ran away from a poor home (Memphis TN) at age 14 due to physical abuse by a drunkard father. His only escape was the hours spent in his uncle's garage learning to fix electrical problems, doing oil and brake changes, and sneaking into the office to snag one of the many playboys kept in a bottom drawer. Learned to fix small things around the house with whatever supplies were handy. Repairmen were never an option in a house that could barely afford to eat each night due to his father drinking all the money away. Started stealing cars in St Louis and selling them to a scrap yard that paid next to nothing in exchange for not turning him in. Has been in and out of juvie ever since arriving in St Louis. Was lucky not to be in a cell when the outbreak occurred. Survived by sleeping in car trunks until joining this group of survivors. Has no connection to anyone in the city and thus isn't looking to find anyone. His uncle was killed when some thieves broke into his garage to steal power tools and found him working late into the night.
Other Notes:
Alrighty then, that'll be just fine.Redlin5 said:@Mortis: Hunting exclusively. And don't worry, I'm going to expand on his life before the outbreak whether through conversations, inner thoughts or dreams.![]()
Alright, I honestly don't know what to make of this one. There's just so many holes in this, I'm just not sure if I'm looking at a character sheet or a block of Swiss. No mention of where he got his desire to fly, other than a seemingly unprovoked jealousy of birds. Secondly, how exactly did he get "kicked out"? There's also a major gap from rehab to flight school, which really shouldn't even be that long of a process to people with prior military flight experience. You also have yet to specify for what aircraft training he learned and where. Lastly, with the amount of time you say he's been flying, that would require refueling a few times throughout each day, a feat I think hardly possible given the current state of the world, and that's if the engine is still fully functioning after constant use. My apologies if this is coming off as crass, but I am aiming for realism in this RP.ruedyn said:Name: Steven Wyman
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: He has a dark sense of humor, and is easy to get along with (especially when he's in the air). He has been on the fence about suicide since the apocalypse, leaning more towards 'do it' after the failed attempt by his military to contain it. He doesn't fear the undead, only becoming one.
Appearance: He is a burly chap, standing at 6'1 and muscular. He has short, red hair and a rough beard. He is wearing his fatigue jacket over his plain grey shirt and plumber jeans.
Notable Skills: He is skilled with his pistol and can fly Helicopters and Jets.
Weapons: M1911 psitol (14 rounds, and not keen on using them), and a fire ax picked up on his adventures.
Gear/Miscellany: He has a swiss army knife, but the knife broke off of it in the early days of the apocalypse. He has a pocket watch that can tell time, though it's 20 minutes fast. He has a dinky red chopper that needs fuel soon.
Bio: Steve was always the smallest kid, till he was 15 and his growth spurt actually kicked in. As thus, he was always jealous of the tall kids, and even more of the birds. When he became 18, he joined the army as a pilot. He took to it very well, almost a natural. When he was stationed in Iraq, he was reserve so he never really got much action. His first mission resulted with him getting shot so close to his spine you could hold a quarter up sideways and still over shoot it. He got kicked out as he spent time in rehab. While he was there, he played flight sims, knowing he couldn't go back to military (or rather, didn't want to) he thought of becoming a pilot. Days before his final test was when the apocalypse hit. He was glad to be able to walk, and run again. The first couple months was spent rounding up the military for a last ditch effort of containment. When that failed he roamed around the country, spending a few months in a fire station, and his last few before he took to the air in a news building. He's been flying since the last ones' fall.
Other Notes: He has spent most of his times flying between locations, so has less of an idea of current events than most others.
Well, well, well. Not only does he bring flattery to the table, but a good character as well. This makes sense to me, though if you see fit to polish it further, you'll have no argument from me. ^^Link_to_Future said:Name: Alex Mathis
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: In a past life, Alex was a cheerful soul who surrounded himself with a strong support system. He always believed that the people around him gave him purpose and strength. This belief led Alex to be excessively personable and trusting to the people around him in the hope that it would help his friends accept him.
However, over the past five months, this has changed. As the world has descended further into chaos, Alex has become further and further detached from humanity. His trusting ways were shattered in the face of the unspeakable cruelties that he endured in the waning days of civilization. Because of this, Alex has forced himself to become self-sufficient and has grown more and more skeptical about the integrity of those who also wander the wastes. Although he still harbors his optimistic traits deep inside, his daily life is now dominated by cynicism and doubt.
Appearance: At 5?8? and 156lbs, Alex is not an impressive or imposing force. His body is lean and his ribs can be seen readily protruding from under his pale skin. He keeps his shaggy brown hair covered in a dirty knit cap and his hazel eyes hidden behind his dark-rimmed glasses. He prefers to wear a light tee shirt covered by his ratty brown zip hoodie that has only been washed twice since the outbreak began. He is rarely seen without his leather messenger bag that he uses to carry his supplies and books.
Notable Skills: Intermediate field medical skills, good interpersonal communication abilities, average athletic conditioning.
Weapons: 1 .38 Special Revolver, 13 Unspent Rounds (3 Chambered), 1 crowbar (because of utility/huge nerd factor).
Gear/Miscellany: 1 Thorough First Aid Kit (Bandages, Gauze, Disinfectant, Needle & Thread, etc.), 1 Pocket Medical Text, Two Days Light Rations, 1 Large Canteen (Water), 1 Small Flask (Vodka, 1/2 Full), 1 Roll of Duct Tape, 1 Broken iPod
Bio: Alex Mathis was born on a scorching summer day in a small hospital outside of Kearny, Nebraska. His childhood could only be described as ideal: His father was a small-town preacher with a fear of God in his heart and his mother was a civil engineer who designed roads for the state. Although the union made little sense to those outside the family, the marriage of faith and reason made for a wonderful environment for Alex and his older sister to thrive. Both earned excellent grades throughout their high school careers and graduated in the top 10% of their classes.
Alex continued his education at the University of Nebraska in Omaha. His first year and a half there were an exercise in indulgence; there was very little direction in Alex?s life except to party with his newfound friends and drunkenly engage in spirited rounds of Left for Dead. His studies took a backseat to all the wonderful freedom he was now experiencing.
And then his father was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Once the shock from the news had faded away, Alex began to focus his studies intensely. He majored in pre-med and organized his friends into study groups that allowed them to accomplish so much more than they would have on their own. Although he still had time to occasionally goof off and play to his vices, the sophomore had a sense of purpose that he had never before experienced.
Although Alex?s father battled valiantly against the disease for almost two years, he passed away in the mid-December of 2010. Alex?s entire family was at his father?s bedside as the man they all loved peacefully departed from this world. On that day, Alex redoubled both his studies and his faith in God, finishing his degree in pre-med in the May of 2011 and going on to attend medical school at the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis.
Life advanced from there as one would expect until the day the zombies came.
While the public was in mass panic, Alex and three of his friends kept a cool head. They had spent many long nights discussing this exact scenario in long winded hypothetical terms. As quickly as they could, they barred themselves in a small house that was both easily defensible and close enough to a nearby supermarket to allow for easy scavenging. This setup treated them quite well for several months?until the bandits began showing up in the area to deliver the bluntest of reality checks. Alex narrowly escaped from a raid that killed all three of his friends. Knowing that there was nothing left for him in Minneapolis, Alex commandeered an abandoned vehicle and started making his way back to Kearny to see if he could somehow rendezvous with his mother.
When he finally reached home, he did not like the welcoming sight.
Left with no other options, Alex opted to cast his last hope into the wind. His sister had been living in St. Louis at the time of the outbreak. It was doubtful that she was still alive, but if she was...
Other Notes: Alex is not skilled in combat and has mostly survived on a policy of avoidance and methodical skepticism. He no longer falls for traps easily and is not fast to trust those he doesn?t know. His medical training has been the one of the greatest boons on his journey so far.
Alright, I certainly like the additions you made. Only criticism I have is the occasional spelling and punctiation errors, though those are fairly minor. Other than that, good work.njrk97 said:Name: Ryker Hampton
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Isolated and quiet Ryker feels as if society had cheated him due to being sent to jail for a crime he didn?t commit and because of this jail time he has become rugged and cares for no human life, but perhaps the zombie outbreak is a chance for him to redevelop relationships.
Appearance: A long black beard sprouts from his chin giving him the appearance of some homeless man he is also relatively thin despite his time in jail. His hair is a messed up as his beard and he still is wearing his orange prison uniform pants and a white singlet that raps loosely around his chest. A recurve crossbow is slung around his back it is battered but reliable and his Bolts sit on a sheath on his hip
Notable Skills: His father used to take him hunting and taught him how to fire, repair and arm his refurbished and repaired crossbow and as such has become a sharp shooter, being able to pick off zombies at range. He also has become extremely nimble due to the constant attacks on him in jail and thanks to this he can easily climb up trees and other vertical faces.
Weapons: Refurbished 1800 modified recurved crossbow.
Gear/Miscellany: Sheath with bolts (25) and a side back pack with a small amount of dried meat bandages and water canteen
Bio: Ryker grew up in the St Louis area. Having a healthy childhood and loving parents meant he prospered into a fine young man but everything unraveled. Ryker was framed for a suspected Robbery and ended up with two years in jail for his so called crimes.
When the zombie apocalypse occurred Ryker was given a second chance. A lone man sat in a small prison cell located in the centre of C block. The walls were a drab grey and the only essence of colour was the man in the orange prison uniform. He was sitting on his bed frame reading the same book he had finished 3 months ago being a man in jail there was not much to occupy himself with and for the last year he had sat in his cell reading or was in the prison court yard. There was a large commotion over near the Edge of C Block, there had been lots of fights as the jail was becoming understaffed, a lot of the guards had left on sick leave describing strange symptoms and had not returned for several weeks. The guards in charge of the prison cell doors do not bother with stoping the commotion there was no point as they were so frequent. The first guard in the control room was streched over his chair with a cup of coffee in his hand. The second guard was hunched in his chair and appeared to be asleep and it seemed that the first guard was also dozing off his eye lids falling heavy. He was suddenly awoken by the second guard who forced him onto the control panel slamming multiple buttons as he fell. The second guards skins had turned pale his eye were bloods shot and several cuts were scattered across his skin the first guard didn?t even get a chance to pull his gun. All that could be seen from the outside was a splatter of blood fly across the window as the C block doors grinded open. At the same time the infirmly door burst open as a stream of 10 zombified convicts came running into the C block area. An all-out battle broke out between the living and the un-dead. Ryker was not quite sure what was happening but whatever it was it meant one thing for him?..
Escape, Ryker had been in his fair share of fights but never swang a punch instead he used his thin figure to weave between the battles without any injuries. Ryker ran up the hallway between the battle and made his way up to where the control room was, he was not exactly sure how he would get in but as ran towards the entrance he was that the control room door had been ripped off its hinges and was lying on the floor and so was one of the guards. Ryker crept towards the unconscious guard and slowly reached out for his keys. The Guard hand whipped out onto his arm like lightning and as the guard pulled his head upwards revealing a lifeless primal face. Ryker attempted to get the guard off him but the guard?s grip was firm and he was about to take a bite into Rykers arm. The keys fell off the guard as Ryker mustered all of his strength and drove the guard back slamming him into the control board with such force that the guard slid across the panel slamming into the glass shattering it as he fell into the brawl between the zombies and handful of living below. Rykers was breathing heavily still with adrenaline pumping as he grabbed the keys and ran through and unlocked several doors that where in his way until he burst out into the sun light. The sight that greeted him was on of utter chaos with the living still fighting valiantly with the growing population of the un-dead in the centre of town but Ryker ran the other way heading towards the outskirts and his home. He wasn?t sure why he ran there but it just seemed to click to him.
He made his way back to his parents? house as a small following of zombies chased him. He barricaded himself in as he made his way down into the dusty basement. The basement was dark a dingy covered in dust and cobwebs but it only took a few moments for Ryker to find what he needed a larger brown suit case. He popped the latches revealing his recurved crossbow, the oak wood handle and brass plated mechanism were still in just a good condition as when it was new. Ryker slung it around his back and attached the hip quiver that housed the 40 bolts. He then walked back up to the house and headed for the back door. He only got a small look at his zombified parents as he slammed the door shut and ran out into the country. A small string of service station gave him some necessary supplies, Water bottle, a back pack that he can hang from on shoulder and a large supply of dried food. It was only recently that Ryker began his journey back into town. His food supplies were running short and he felt as if he was ready to face the zombies to continue to survive.