Resident Evil: Ambient Decay. [Open. Join or die.]

[Fondle]

RE:AD, is a Role Play based off of the popular Resident Evil series.
In this RP, the events at the mansion have already taken place, and the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members are on their way to Caliban Cove and Europe. After Irons and the Mayor "reveal" the plans of the S.T.A.R.S. member, and deny Umbrella INCs involvement in the case, the T-Virus spreads the to the city.

This is where you come in.

In order to be a member of this RP, you will need to show your information and the ability to use somewhat proper grammar and spelling.
If you for any reason are denied, please do not argue.

The following this the information needed;

Name: (First and Last Name.)
Age: (Doesn't have to be your real age.)
Appearance: (Self explanitory.)
Reasons for being in Raccoon City: ( A brief description of why you're in Raccoon City.)
Items/Weapons: (I will say this now, to prevent any confusion. Please keep your weapons and items to a minimum. Don't start off with anything more then maybe a gun, unless you have good reason for it. Don't have every key and ammo box in the city. And no finding a new item every 3 seconds. If you chose not to read this/ignore this then I will ask you change it, if not, you will not be accepted.)

Example of Information;
Name: Scott Sullivant
Age: Undisclosed.
Apearance: See avatar.
Reasons for being in Raccoon City: An Umbrella INC member who was sent in to make sure that the evidence, paperwork and witnesses, of the entire T-Virus outbreak get destroyed before the nuclear missle is launched at Raccoon City.
Items/Weapons: [1:] Lighter [2:] Desert Eagle 6.0(With mounted sight.) [3:] Half empty 9mm parabellum round ammo box. [4.] Bowie Knife

[Fondle]

Character Profiles:


Name: Scott Sullivant
Age: Undisclosed.
Apearance: See avatar.
Reasons for being in Raccoon City: An Umbrella INC member who was sent in to make sure that the evidence, paperwork and witnesses, of the entire T-Virus outbreak get destroyed before the nuclear missle is launched at Raccoon City.
Items/Weapons: [1:] Lighter [2:] Desert Eagle 6.0(With mounted sight.) [3:] Half empty 9mm parabellum round ammo box. [4.] Bowie Knife

[Fondle]

Scott slowly wiped the blood clean off of his gun with his shirt. He looked down at the female scientist with the "head wound" on the ground and smiled meekly. Well isn't my job wonderful.. He thought to himself. He reloaded his handgun and holstered it before walking further into the abandoned pharmaceutical building.

[Fondle]

He walked slowly down the metal hall eyeing the sleek walls with little to no interest. He stopped suddenly when a decomposing body leaped at his direction. Scott jammed the toes of his boot into the zombies kneecap. The zombie reeled around and fell on his back. He whiped out his Bowie Knife and walked slowly over the zombie.

[Fondle]

He slammed the blade into the zombies skull up to the hilt, then pulled it out. The zombie groaned again when he jammed the knife back into his forehead. He stood up and walked down to the end of the hall, leaving the motionless zombie to bleed from the face.

[Fondle]

He unholstered his Desert Eagle and pointed it at the door. He leaned closer and opened the door slowly. Inside was aperently a break room. In the north east corner of the room there was a few vending machines. On the northwest, and south east side of large room there were round tables.
He closed the door and swept the muzzle of his gun across the empty room. Littered acorss the tables and floor there were lifeless decaying bodiess. On the floor to his right there was a human man, with his face gnawed beyond the point of recognition. He thought for a moment and plugged the man in the back of the head before walking cheerily over to the vending machines.

[Fondle]

[:: Bump. gonk ::]

[Komia]

Name: Keith Bryant
Age: 20
Appearance: see avatar, just take off the headband
Reasons for being in Raccoon City: he recently moved into Raccoon City to start a new life, he wasn't exactly the most popular kid in his old town of Chicago
Items/Weapons: 1.Lockpick 2.Knife 3.a cell phone 4.backpack

[Erianna_Kamiyora]

((Never mind.))

[Fondle]

He stuck a cigarette into his mouth slowly and lit it, his eyes examining the choice of most likely rotten food stuffs that were haning off of the iron rod that coiled back when the coins were inserted. He looked around and suddenly slammed his fist againts the machine, and a few granola bars fell down the chute. He stuck the granola bars into his vest and continued walking out the door, and down the metal-lined hall.