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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 2:31 pm
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Welcome to Humanity, this is hour one
World War III between the Chinese and the USA was a violent bloody war in the year 2121. It began when the USA was invaded and ended in catastrophe. A nuclear war erupted at the climax of the war, decimating the world and turning the cities to rubble. For years the surface was much to toxic for life but slowly the animals and even the humans that remained on the surface began to mutate into terrible and deadly creatures due to the radiation. Of course not all people and animals were changed by it. Some animals, like dogs, proved somewhat resilient to the radiation or at least small doses of it. Some Humans on the surface even got lucky and managed to survive in very lightly radiated areas. The rest of Humanity, or at least those that could afford it, took refuge in bunkers deep underground. These bunkers were filled and sealed shut when nuclear bombs were detected.
It has been 100 years since WWIII and the once sealed bunkers have been opened, allowing their inhabitants to enter a slightly safer world. There are still places that remain highly irradiated and dangerous and mutants roam the wastes. There are also raiders and other dangerous things roaming the waste lands. Armed guards are vital to the survival of any civilian that wanders into the wastes. It is dangerous to go out of the cities that have sprung up from the ruins. These new cities are crafted from the rubble of oldworld artifacts like planes and ships, basically anything metal. Even the cities can be unsafe. All of the bunkers are open now, except yours.
Bunker 13 didn’t open when all of the other ones did. The computer that dictated the safety of the world outside it hasn’t deemed the outside world safe for its inhabitants…until now. Everyone was woken one night to alarms going off. No one knew what it meant and only followed the blinking arrows on the floor of the vault…towards the door. None remain in the bunker that even remember the outside world nor why they are really there. They have been born in the bunker and have died in the bunker. Their leader and protector arrived last and ordered everyone back to their rooms for the fear in the air was obvious. Now he has organized a group of people to go out to the world as scouts. They are to see if the world is safe for them and what exactly is out there. You are one of those scouts. Welcome to the Apocalypse children of the bunker. All you have to do is survive.
Profile Skeleton
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Personality:
Reflection (appearance):
Profession (job in bunker):
Major skills (2 max):
Minor skills (2 max):
Weapon(s) (based on certain skills):
Background:
(Skills must be chosen from the list below.)
Skill List
Barter
Energy Weapons (laser weapons, pulse weapons, plasma weapons)
Explosives
Guns
Big Guns (flame thrower, gatlin gun, missile launcher, rockit launcher, mini nuke launcher)
Lockpick
Medicine
Melee Weapons (swords and other non gun weapons)
Repair (ability to repair armor and weaponry)
Science (hacking and deactivating rouge robots)
Sneak
Speech
Survival
Unarmed (brass knuckles and other things like it)
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 11:35 am
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Name: Skyelar (Skye) Gale
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Personality: Quiet, shy, kind, intelligent, brave at times, timid usually, open to those she knows and trusts
Reflection (appearance): (Ignore the thing in the corner. idk what it is.)
Profession (job in bunker): Medic
Major skills (2 max): Medicine, Guns
Minor skills (2 max): Lockpicking, Survival
Weapon(s) (based on certain skills): 9mm pistol and sniper rifle
Background: Skye came to the bunker when she was only five year old with her dying mother. They let her in only because she was a child and her mother died outside the bunker. She has no family inside the bunker and was taken in by the doctors. She’s always had her own rooms in the bunker with no one else to share them with. Throughout her life in the bunker she has been bullied. Once it even led to an extended stay in the Medical Bay due to multiple broken bones. After that Skye changed, became more withdrawn, but the bullying never stopped. She volunteered to go on the scouting mission because she knew they’d need a medic and it would get her out of the bunker and away from her worst tormentors.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:33 pm
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(Think I'll manage 2 characters.)
Name: Mika Nakai
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Personality: Reckless, slightly self centered, wild, brave, careless, outgoing, straight forward, prone to slight depression and sometimes acts the opposite of what she usually does.
Reflection (appearance):
Profession (job in bunker): Security
Major skills (2 max): Speech and Explosives
Minor skills (2 max): Big Guns and Guns
Weapon(s): anything explosive, any big weapon, any gun save one handed except until she finds something to replace her current 10mm pistol that she hates.
Background: Mika or Mi, as she sometimes likes to be called has always loved guns. The second she was old enough to be given one she became the best aim among the bunker’s kids, rivaled only when Skye showed up. Of course that was before those boys hurt the poor girl. Not like Mika cared. It wasn’t ever that she didn’t really care about people. Mika was just different and wouldn’t have ever let anything like that change her. Her G.O.A.T test was a bit spooky when it was shown she liked weapons, a lot but it never fazed her. She became a member of the bunker security team and though that makes her happy she really wants the room to use more than just some lame old pistol which is why she jumped at the chance to leave the bunker on a scouting mission. She had to talk her way into it though because they don’t exactly think she’s stable personality wise which is a likely case. She can usually be found with some sort of alcohol bottle in her hand or stuffed in a pocket or pack and it’s gotten her in trouble. It is also the source of her drastic mood swings. Oh and she loves green, thus her green hair.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 7:58 pm
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Name: Ethan Thorne
Sex: Male
Age: 21 almost 22 Personality: Shy,kind,caring,very reckless, stubborn, and easily manipulated.Also has a hatred for bullies.
Reflection (appearance): Place Holder Image Profession (job in bunker): Just A Lowly Cook
Major skills (2 max): Unarmed Repair Minor skills (2 max): Guns Melee Weapons
Weapon(s) (based on certain skills): 45 Auto-Ejecting Long Colt,Double Action Make-Shift Gauntlet
Background: Ethan was raised in Bunker 13 by Multiple people, his mother died during Child Birth and no one knew who his father was.He was basically raised by the elderly people within the Vault until he was about 9, he was basically invisible to everyone while growing up so he didnt really have to deal with the bullies like alot of the other Children. Well, not until he hit his Growth spurt at 12 and became taller than alot of them. Made it harder for him to hide himself. He was constantly getting into fights around this time, but he did find out that he wasnt the only one being bullied, and that they had put the girl in the medical bay. That was one of the few times that Ethan had basically stood out and became more of a Target, because he decided to do the same to them. And, he did. It ended up being one of the reasons he is good at Unarmed Combat, one of the Security personal later trained him to use a Pistol, and the elders had taught him how to cook so that he could survive on his own. He ended up picking up some repair skills simply from tencuring with things he found when little. It became a hobby of his, Ethan basically doesnt have much to truelly make him stand out. So he Volunteered simply so that if he died he wouldnt be taking up space and resources. But at least this way he might be able to help the Bunker...
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 9:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:08 am
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Demon soul catcher Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:52 pm
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Ethan slowly exited the Bunker just like two others had. The light from the sun blinded him for a moment, he wasn't used to such a bright light, his hands reached up to cover his eyes and he slowly said to himself,"Wow....thats bright.." The brown haired male looked around when his eyes finally adjusted, he blinked at the wasteland around the scouts and checks his pockets for a second time to make sure he had everything.
When he was sure he had everything he pulled his hands out, and checked his BunJaw. It was set to a Clock Setting right now, he wanted to keep track of how long they were gone. That way they could eat on time along with resting, he turned to look at the two talking.Or,the one talking to the other right now. He looked away and out into the wastes again. He wanted to start walking, but he wasn't stupid enough to move ahead of the others. Groups last longer, or at least he thought so.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:04 am
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