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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 10:02 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 2:42 am
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Name: Niira Levito
Nickname: Nii (Pronounced "Nee" you Twits)
Age: 23 Years Young
Role: Part-time Teacher and Proud Survivor
Are you a Master: No! Who'd want those filthy things around?
Appearance: Creeper...
Personality: Nii is quite paranoid. Ever since the outbreak of infected when she was a child, she's been alert and on her toes. When the idea of half undead becoming pets arose, she quickly thrust the idea away. Nii holds a grudge against any and all infected-- be it competent or not. Paranoia also comes with its perks. She tends to be stubborn and hot-headed, ready to make a snappy repartee at any second. She likes teaching, but only to those willing to learn and apply the lesson. Otherwise, Niira can be a real pain. Her fighting isn't the best either, but she'll try anything for the sake of living.
Abilities: Decent flexibility, extreme caution and protective capabilities
Skills: Reading and writing several different languages, experience with chemicals, overreaction to almost everything
Weapons: Nii has always use what's been available to her-- mainly blunt objects such as baseball bats, golf clubs, and (her personal favorite and trusty companion) a giant sledge hammer
Bio: Nii was thirteen years old when the world began to fall apart. She remembered the panic too well. Her parents were both affluent and sought shelter from the chaos the infected brought with them. But a few bad decisions and a little swindling later, her family was worse off than anyone else. Holed up in an apartment building with a few other families, Niira began to accept the new world, the constant fear and bloodshed, the lack of food.
All of it became daily living. She wished she could say the zombies got hold of her parents. That wasn't the case at all. Instead, Niira's parents killed each other in one last attempt of sanity. They had driven themselves crazy and decided it best to end their lives there. Nii wanted to follow in her parent's footsteps but was not granted that gift. Infected ravaged the hideout and she fled. At age twenty she found herself at the doors of an abandoned boarding school. Now, she teaches, hoping to prevent the insanity these creatures have placed on the world.
Additional Info: Don't ever sneak up on her...if you want to live...
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:41 am
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Name: Connor Newman JR
Nickname: War
Age: 19
Role: Student, Survivor, Fighter.
Are you a Master: Never
Appearance: Connor
Personality: Connor is a calm, collected, honorable person. He seeks a certain balance and has kindness to him. Very much the Guardian type, he'll do what he has to to protect those that can't. But He won;t simply be a lackey, he'll teach others how to defend themselves if they have the ability. Strong and gentle and fair casually, he is good natured and go with the flow with laid back humor. But once he gets into a fight, he lives up to his name of war, almost as though he were the horsemen or greek god himself.
Abilities: Very street smart, common sense. Natural fighter, trained physical and mental abilities, such as strength, agility, reflexes, hearing, smell, thought processing, etc. He trains constantly to reach his level, and fights real life.
Skills: A damn good mechanic, inventor of stuff, an okay medic, but legendary cook, he can cook up dirt to taste good as others have complimented him on. A trained and experienced fighter and swordsman, with some parkour in their too.
Weapons: Massive broadsword - It's long, big, heavy, sharp for the most part. And he hates it. But it's the only sword he has and hasn't broken on him yet, plus with it, he can perform crowd control. The sword just doesn't feel right in his hands.
Bio: Didn't Always used to be connor was such a reliable person as he is now. He used to be the school bully, the kid no one wanted to be around. He'd get into fights often enough with the other kids, he'd always beat them up, even when he got ganged up on. But then it happened, the spread of the virus. Connor was changed when he saw his schoolmates getting killed infront of him. He grabbed a pipe and beat down the zombies, and grabbed a girl having her run with him, defending her. He eventually got home with the girl, his parents already having made a fortress of their apartment building. There they defended themselves from the zombie onslaught, gathering survivors and training them to defend themselves.
Years passed, and Connor grew into a marvelous warrior and leader. His father teaching him what he could before he fell to a ground of V3's, taking them out with a grenade as he lay dying. His mother did the same, teaching him how to cook and look out for himself, until she fell in an escape. Soon it was just him and the girl he had rescued years ago, Amena. He was sixteen at the time, she was 17, they had fallen in love, and by mistake, She had come to pregnancy. s happy as he was, it was stressful, because they had no way to take care of the child.
Though this wouldn't concern him for long, as they were ambushed by a group of V2's. Connor had managed to stay alive, but Amena died when he failed to protect her. His woman he had taken for his wife, and unborn child. He soon found his way to the boarding school, seeing so many helpless there, he found new goal and morale, doing his best for the people here.
Additional Info: He wears a pair of steel toe/heel black combat boots that he outfitted with a metal grind plate into the arch for grinding rails. Wears his father's dog tags, and his parents wedding rings around his neck. He's had very little formal training in how he fights. He's had the raw basics and foundation of how to use a sword and the same for weaponless fighting, paired with some military forms his dad taught him, and he taught himself parkour, how to efficnetly move from A to b in the fastest way possible with a heightened level of athletic ability, aside from what his parents taught him, he's self taught and with alot of experience to sharpen his skills.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 3:04 pm
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Name: Soleil Mitrias
Nickname: None. She hates nicknames and refuses to use them. Ever
Age:Sixteen
Role:Student. Survivor. Immune
Are you a master:Dear God no. I try to stay away from zombies around other people, if I can avoid it. Being bitten and not turning...awkward.
Appearance: Soleil
Personality:Loner. Doesn't like to talk to people. She will, however, be very friendly if forced to. Survivor's guilt (her whole family died, and she survived when she should have become one of the undead with them). Quick, efficient, and cold. Strangely protective
Abilities:Immunity and a sharp, quick mind. Survival skills. That's about it
Skills:Good with close-range weapons (sword, knife, revolver, etc.), okay with longer-range weapons (bigger guns). Can wield multiple weapons at once, but this makes her a little clumsier.
Weapons:Two swords and a pistol
Bio:When Soleil was fourteen a group of zombies raided her home and killed her family. Her mother was eaten alive, and her father and two younger brothers were maimed and bitten. She managed to escape with little more than a bite, and waited in the woods for the inevitable. But the inevitable never came. Soleil was immune. She was stricken with horror and guilt, because she did not think that she of all people should have this gift. Or was it a curse? Days later, she was forced to kill her brothers and her father, who had been turned and who found her in the woods. That was when she found the school, or rather, the school found her, a young girl capable of fighting off three ravenous zombies and escaping a whole group of v3 zombies, and took her in. She has been at the school ever since
Additional info: While the bite did not turn her into one of the living dead, it did turn her eyes deep red, a trait which tends to scare off other survivors
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Kisha-Senpai Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 3:38 pm
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Name:Dementia Laone Redfield
Nickname: DD, Demo, Laone.
Age:17
Role: student
Are you a Master: no
Appearance: Dementia
Personality:calm, quiet, can be hot headed, sweet when needed, book worm, short temper.
Abilities:can see aura's that tell her if something bad will happen or not.
Skills:can fix anything that has a motor. Can build anything that once had a motor. Can fight anything with her bare hands. Has picture perfect memory, if she reads a book on anything she can look at the pages in her mind.
Weapons:.50 caliber. M16. Desert Eagle. Enfield.
Bio: Dementia was a small child when all of her world came crashing down upon her. Her mother who was once so bright a cheery became a flesh eating monster withing a few hours. It had seemed like a normal day for her and her mother, out on their farm harvesting the crops, they had forgotten their weapons and that was the biggest mistake of their lives. Dementia's mother was bitten by a Zombie, it was a shock that she herself wasn't When Dementia was six she had begun to read as many books of survival and building motors that she was able to. Soon she was defending herself with modified cars and weapons. After her thirteenth birthday she became part of a group called Blood hounds. They traveled all over the lands to kill zombies. It was frightening from time to time but most of them got out okay. When Dementia turned 15 she was already a perfect shot. She was a gruesome child who hated to wait for others. When she finally turned 17 she settled down and decided to head back to school to see if she could learn something new that might help her.
Additional Info: Has a tattoo on her neck that says, 'Blood Hounds' in crimson ink.
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Name: Janenna Sky Freighter
Nickname:Jannie, Sky, Star.
Age:23
Role: survivor/scavenger
Are you a Master: hell no
Appearance: Janenna
Personality: hot headed, low tolerance, easily pissed off, hard headed, narrow minded, egotistical.
Abilities: Speed, strength, agility.
Skills: Excellent tracking. Eye's like an Eagle. Quick learner.
Weapons: two swords, Commando, P90, Cross bow, Chain Gun, Grim Reaper Revolver Famas.
Bio: Janenna was a prissy little girl, she was rich and got what she wanted no matter what she did. When her parents were both killed she joined a group called Scavengers and ever since she was six she was sent out to hunt down other humans just to bring them back to their base so they could use them as slaves and to feed them to the zombies there. When she was sixteen she was labeled as the most vicious of all Scavengers for the way she brought in people, she tortured them. Janenna didn't give a rat's a** about other people besides those in her group. If she saw another human and they needed help she would sit back and watch them suffer. When she was eighteen she found herself falling in love with a man about four years older then her. But she realized that it wasn't meant to be because he ended up dieing while trying to scavenge for humans. Fighting her emotions she traveled the world in search of her next victim.
Additional Info: Carries a locket that stays around her neck with her family picture inside. |
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:12 am
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Name: Flynn Keith Watson
Nickname: Pepsi (callsign)
Age: 39
Role: Survivor
Are you a Master: No
Appearance: bam
Personality:For the most part, Watson is a smart arse and extremely sarcastic, especially to those who point out the obvious or say things that are just plain stupid. He is for the most part a logical thinker and actor, who will act in accordance to what he see's as the 'greater good'. Brash and blunt at first, he will eventually open up as a much friendlier person. The 'friendlier' side of Watson will constantly poke fun of (taking the piss out off as he puts it) at people, often in a way that they would consider offensive.
Abilities:
• Jury Rigging
• Improvising weapons (explosives, melee weapons)
• To an extent vehicle repairs
• Maintaining firearms in working conditions
Skills:
• Military Martial Arts
• Small Arms (assault rifles, smgs, pistols)
• Demolitions Expert
• Survival Expert
• Stealth
Weapons:SIG Sauer P226 and a Hatchet
Bio:As briefly as possible. Watson was a member of the British Special Air Service (SAS) and a father. The zombie apocalypse broke out when he was on a joint British/US training exercise in the States. Although they lasted for months, eventually the units involved were wiped out and overrun by the undead hordes. Flynn was lucky, along with a few other men. Rather then fighting the horde head on until he ran out of ammunition like many of the others, he retreated and took the stealth option. For ten long years he survived in the pits, doing trading and helping survivors when he can, the only thing driving him on the thought that his daughter was still alive somewhere. She was an exchange student.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:11 am
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