That was about 2 minutes of thought. I can easily make another character. [sub][sub][sub]Although I'm slightly disappointed that I can't eat everyone else.[/sub][/sub][/sub] I'm just curious what you want us to do without story or PvP.
That was about 2 minutes of thought. I can easily make another character. [sub][sub][sub]Although I'm slightly disappointed that I can't eat everyone else.[/sub][/sub][/sub] I'm just curious what you want us to do without story or PvP.
What great timing. Just a few days ago some friends and I were discussing our zombie contingency plans. To bad I can't act mine out though, considering it's based around fleeing to the Adirondacks. From New Orleans, that's quite a hike lol.
Questions:
-How much area are we being given to mess around in? The whole of southern Louisiana or just a chunk around the city?
-How common are permanent settlements within this area? I know you said that people can't stay in one place too long, but wouldn't a walled off shanty town in the middle of no where be possible?
What great timing. Just a few days ago some friends and I were discussing our zombie contingency plans. To bad I can't act mine out though, considering it's based around fleeing to the Adirondacks. From New Orleans, that's quite a hike lol.
Questions:
-How much area are we being given to mess around in? The whole of southern Louisiana or just a chunk around the city?
-How common are permanent settlements within this area? I know you said that people can't stay in one place too long, but wouldn't a walled off shanty town in the middle of no where be possible?
Firstly, it's St. Louis, not New Orleans. And the whole of the country (and the world, possibly) is available to explore, in the best case scenario of course.
Secondly, not as common as one would think, considering how little some would have had to prepare after the initial outbreak. Not to mention densely populated areas aren't exactly favorable, what with the population almost entirely consisting of the undead.
EDIT: Misunderstood the second question. There are colonies, but very few and very far between.
You know what i have never done these before but what the hell
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 pic of 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.
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.
Ps: I have no idea what the St Louis area is like.
Personality: He has a dark sense of humor, and is easy to get along with. 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, 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.
Bio:
Other Notes: He has spent most of his times flying between locations, so has less of an idea of current events than most others.
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, fist fighting, McGuyver level... McGuyvering skills
Weapons: Medium sized pocket knife, homemade slingshot and a handful of steel ball bearings, infinite supply of small rocks as well.
Gear/Miscellany: A backpack with a few bottles of water, a change of clothes, an old gameboy color with dead batteries, and a twinkie for a special occasion, and 1 tire iron.
Bio: Ran away from home (Memphis TN) at age 14. Joined a small band of car thieves in St Louis and has been in and out of juvie ever since. Was lucky not to be in a cell when the outbreak occurred. Survived by sleeping in car trunks until joining this group. Has no connection to anyone in the city and thus isn't looking to find anyone. Merely survive to see another day.
Personality: Self described as normal, he tries to stay calm in all situations. Although he never panics, he does get torn between the instinct of self-preservation and his training to help others.
Appearance: Brown hair, 5'11, strong build with thick shoulders. He is in great shape due to his occupation but is a tad short sighted so he wears glasses at all times. He has an ear missing, cut off during an altercation with a group of bandits. Wears blue jean shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Has a warm, black bunnyhug to wear in cool weather.
Notable Skills: Fire safety, fire fighting, limited medical aid training and familiarity with long guns. Is well used to handling an axe.
Weapons: One splitting axe, one folding camping knife.
Gear/Miscellany: One large flashlight, two canteens, a ripped but warm sleeping bag and matches.
Bio: Ted Sheffield was a firefighter hailing from Swift Current, Saskatchewan in Canada. Ted and his family were caught up in the outbreak while on vacation. They were camping at Horseshoe Lake after attending his sister-in-law's wedding. His wife Tammi and his son Preston were with him during the hellish traffic disaster on the way to Granite City, where citizens were urged to gather for evacuation. The creatures came then and in the confusion Ted was separated from Tammi. He ran onwards, clutching his 8 year old son, vowing to keep him safe. That night however Preston was taken from where they were hiding and Ted was awoke to the sight of his boy being eaten alive. Since then he has concentrated on survival, vowing to reunite with his wife and escape the disaster. He fell in with a few groups of survivors but was turned away a few times due to being an 'outsider' or fled when they started shooting each other. This is the fourth group he's decided to join and he's getting tired of living on the edge. He's far closer to mental breakdown than he'd care to admit and he retreats into his fireman persona to escape the neverending guilt he feels about his family's fate.
Other Notes: Although he was a personable guy before the outbreak, he has become very introverted after seeing Preston eaten by the beasts. He still allies himself with others but he works hard to remain detached from the fates of others. After all, everyone could be dead by the next morning. He'll still try to save others if there is a chance of success but numerous rescues of people who later turned on him has made him stop bothering to be the hero. If you're surrounded, don't look for Ted. He's gone.
The axe was pulled from the truck they were in during the initial panic. The rest he picked up from abandoned campers on his way closer to the greater St. Louis area.
What great timing. Just a few days ago some friends and I were discussing our zombie contingency plans. To bad I can't act mine out though, considering it's based around fleeing to the Adirondacks. From New Orleans, that's quite a hike lol.
Questions:
-How much area are we being given to mess around in? The whole of southern Louisiana or just a chunk around the city?
-How common are permanent settlements within this area? I know you said that people can't stay in one place too long, but wouldn't a walled off shanty town in the middle of no where be possible?
Firstly, it's St. Louis, not New Orleans. And the whole of the country (and the world, possibly) is available to explore, in the best case scenario of course.
Secondly, not as common as one would think, considering how little some would have had to prepare after the initial outbreak. Not to mention densely populated areas aren't exactly favorable, what with the population almost entirely consisting of the undead.
EDIT: Misunderstood the second question. There are colonies, but very few and very far between.
Thanks for answering. Now let's get at that character sheet.
Name: Jacob Robin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Although he tries to play himself off as being brave and heroic, he is in fact neither of these things. He fears for his own life more than he'd care to admit, but honestly wants to be the hero he believes he should be. Beyond that, Jacob is also fairly kind, if a bit dim. He likes to be part of a group, and will commit himself to that group to the best of his ability.
Appearance: White, 6 foot, with messy brown hair. He's usually wearing his sun glassed and Army gear.
Notable Skills: Marksmanship and hand to hand combat are Jacobs strong suits. He's also become stilled in stealth and blunt weapons since the outbreak.
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 pic of 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.
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 unravelled. 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 managed to escape from prison. Making his way back to his parents? house. He was greeted by the sight of the two of them dead killed by the undead and they planned to finish him next. Ryker only just managed to escape with his father?s crossbow and bolts and headed out into the country. Along the way he found a few service stations and gathered some supplies, now that he was prepared. Ryker begins to return to the city attempting to find more supplies in the populated areas as his own are quickly running out.
Well, allow me to welcome you to the Role Playing Forum. I certainly wish you a pleasant time around these parts and quite possibly this RP here.
I'd just like to say that I think this is a fantastic job for a first sheet. The limited inventory available to your character may be of some concern, but then again that can make some interesting instances, providing your character makes the cut (not that I have doubts, mind you). There's one complaint, or rather a suggestion, besides the few punctuation and spelling errors, and it is that I think the Bio could use a little more...meat. I love me a thick, juicy bio to put it bluntly. Now, I like what's in it, I find that it's a good outline for a backstory, but that's very much what I see - an outline. It's a foggy past, and I'd like to take an industrial dehumidifier to it so I can learn more about his life. How much was lost in his sentencing? What were his aspirations before that? How did he escape? Was he the only escapee, or had the events that occured allow the entire prison to be let loose on the already chaotic state of the surrounding area? These are just some suggestions, I'm not requesting answers for all of those question, mind you. But other than that, I think it's alright.
ruedyn said:
Name: Steven Wyman
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: He has a dark sense of humor, and is easy to get along with. 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, 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.
Bio:
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, I await to see what you have for the Bio. First thoughts, his skillset intrigues me. I would assume military pilots receive training in one type of aircraft, though given his age, it wouldn't be farfetched of an assumption that he's had plenty of time to gain experience in both. Also, remember to keep track of his ammunition, unless you'd rather he begin with none to simplify things. ^^
2HF said:
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, fist fighting, McGuyver level... McGuyvering skills
Weapons: Medium sized pocket knife, homemade slingshot and a handful of steel ball bearings, infinite supply of small rocks as well.
Gear/Miscellany: A backpack with a few bottles of water, a change of clothes, an old gameboy color with dead batteries, and a twinkie for a special occasion, and 1 tire iron.
Bio: Ran away from home (Memphis TN) at age 14. Joined a small band of car thieves in St Louis and has been in and out of juvie ever since. Was lucky not to be in a cell when the outbreak occurred. Survived by sleeping in car trunks until joining this group. Has no connection to anyone in the city and thus isn't looking to find anyone. Merely survive to see another day.
First of all, the Bio is pretty barebones. It needs some musculature, and plenty of it. How did he become good at "MacGyvering"? What is the extent of his electrical systems knowledge? Seeing that knowing is only half the battle, does he know how to put it to use? Why did he run away from home? Also, I find the idea of a Car Thieves Guild in 'Mound City' quite hard to swallow. Now, this may be my nit-pickery talking, but I'd rather he not have access to "unlimited" pebbles. I mean we're not walking through the Gravelian Gravel Groves of Gravelopolis through the whole RP. Of course this last critique is more a personal preference of wording than anything. Now the phrase, "what small stones and various items he can find" sounds more appealing than what is essentially "ALL THE SMALL STONES".
Redlin5 said:
Name: Ted Sheffield
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Personality: Self described as normal, he tries to stay calm in all situations. Although he never panics, he does get torn between the instinct of self-preservation and his training to help others.
Appearance: Brown hair, 5'11, strong build with thick shoulders. He is in great shape due to his occupation but is a tad short sighted so he wears glasses at all times. He has an ear missing, cut off during an altercation with a group of bandits. Wears blue jean shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Has a warm, black bunnyhug to wear in cool weather.
Notable Skills: Fire safety, fire fighting, limited medical aid training and familiarity with long guns. Is well used to handling an axe.
Weapons: One splitting axe, one folding camping knife.
Gear/Miscellany: One large flashlight, two canteens, a ripped but warm sleeping bag and matches.
Bio: Ted Sheffield was a firefighter hailing from Swift Current, Saskatchewan in Canada. Ted and his family were caught up in the outbreak while on vacation. They were camping at Horseshoe Lake after attending his sister-in-law's wedding. His wife Tammi and his son Preston were with him during the hellish traffic disaster on the way to Granite City, where citizens were urged to gather for evacuation. The creatures came then and in the confusion Ted was separated from Tammi. He ran onwards, clutching his 8 year old son, vowing to keep him safe. That night however Preston was taken from where they were hiding and Ted was awoke to the sight of his boy being eaten alive. Since then he has concentrated on survival, vowing to reunite with his wife and escape the disaster. He fell in with a few groups of survivors but was turned away a few times due to being an 'outsider' or fled when they started shooting each other. This is the fourth group he's decided to join and he's getting tired of living on the edge. He's far closer to mental breakdown than he'd care to admit and he retreats into his fireman persona to escape the neverending guilt he feels about his family's fate.
Other Notes: Although he was a personable guy before the outbreak, he has become very introverted after seeing Preston eaten by the beasts. He still allies himself with others but he works hard to remain detached from the fates of others. After all, everyone could be dead by the next morning. He'll still try to save others if there is a chance of success but numerous rescues of people who later turned on him has made him stop bothering to be the hero. If you're surrounded, don't look for Ted. He's gone.
The axe was pulled from the truck they were in during the initial panic. The rest he picked up from abandoned campers on his way closer to the greater St. Louis area.
I think this sheet is pretty good, although I feel his history could be expanded, if only a little. I'd like to know how he gained his experience in long guns. Did he hunt? Was he formally trained? Was he just a gun enthusiast? As it stands, it's fine, but I'd really like to know more about him, maybe a bit about his upbringing or life with his family.
TheBlueShotgun0 said:
Name: Jacob Robin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Although he tries to play himself off as being brave and heroic, he is in fact neither of these things. He fears for his own life more than he'd care to admit, but honestly wants to be the hero he believes he should be. Beyond that, Jacob is also fairly kind, if a bit dim. He likes to be part of a group, and will commit himself to that group to the best of his ability.
Appearance: White, 6 foot, with messy brown hair. He's usually wearing his sun glassed and Army gear.
Notable Skills: Marksmanship and hand to hand combat are Jacobs strong suits. He's also become stilled in stealth and blunt weapons since the outbreak.
Aside from a few typing errors, there's little I see to correct about this sheet. However, his plentiful supply of ammunition is a bit of a turn-off, I must say. I mean I realize just how much ammunition is given to active-duty GIs, and given the time of crisis it'd be hard to imagine they wouldn't maximize on this, but I'd think he wouldn't be as well-equipped after having survived for as long as he has. But maybe that's just my desire to make characters suffer talking...anywho, I await to see what the Bio looks like.
[HEADING=2]Note to all applicants![/HEADING]
I must say, I rather dislike the idea of having "active-duty" militants as characters, not only for the fact that they'd be what I consider "too well-equipped", but also for the fact that it would allow them what I would call priviledged information for the kind of stories I'd like to see explored here. Prior military experience I do not have problems with, so long as it's nothing nearing the time of The Outbreak. Keep in mind these aren't requirements, I'm just letting you all know my thoughts on the matter.
Also, I'm so glad to see a variety of weapons. Should make things interesting.
Well since it's a sausage fest in here so far, I guess I'll mirror my L4D playing experience and make the best of a female role.
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 pair of gold framed George aviator sunglasses, 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).
I've never done this before so I appreciate any more constructive criticism you may have. Thoughts?
2HF said:
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.
@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.
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.
Bio done, and reposted so it's easier to find I guess.
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.
Kind of a rough draft, but I'm posting it anyways. I'll check it later to make sure it actually makes sense.
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 pic of 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.
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 unravelled. 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 managed to escape from prison. Making his way back to his parents? house. He was greeted by the sight of the two of them dead killed by the undead and they planned to finish him next. Ryker only just managed to escape with his father?s crossbow and bolts and headed out into the country. Along the way he found a few service stations and gathered some supplies, now that he was prepared. Ryker begins to return to the city attempting to find more supplies in the populated areas as his own are quickly running out.
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I'd just like to say that I think this is a fantastic job for a first sheet. The limited inventory available to your character may be of some concern, but then again that can make some interesting instances, providing your character makes the cut (not that I have doubts, mind you). There's one complaint, or rather a suggestion, besides the few punctuation and spelling errors, and it is that I think the Bio could use a little more...meat. I love me a thick, juicy bio to put it bluntly. Now, I like what's in it, I find that it's a good outline for a backstory, but that's very much what I see - an outline. It's a foggy past, and I'd like to take an industrial dehumidifier to it so I can learn more about his life. How much was lost in his sentencing? What were his aspirations before that? How did he escape? Was he the only escapee, or had the events that occured allow the entire prison to be let loose on the already chaotic state of the surrounding area? These are just some suggestions, I'm not requesting answers for all of those question, mind you. But other than that, I think it's alright.
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