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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:53 pm
The Downfall.
The year was 2030. 32 years ago, the infamous Umbrella Corporation was shut down by the US government when its experiments got out of hand, infecting the small mountain town of Raccoon City. The virus spread throughout the town, dealing a “crippling blow to its very foundation.” The inhabitants found their dearly departed once again among them, but there was something different: they were still dead.
The zombies created by the T-Virus – for that’s what it was called – had only a desire to consume. Without feeling, or memory, or pain, they set about devouring all life around them.
Luckily, the President of the United States ordered a contingency plan, to halt the spread of the T-Virus and “sterilize Raccoon City”: he bombed the small town, wiping out all life within. When word got out of Umbrella Corp’s involvement in the incident, the government issued an indefinite suspension of business to them. Their stocks plummeted, and before long, Umbrella appeared finished.
Since then, they have made several attempts to recreate their experiments, always with the goal of creating a more powerful human in mind. Still, their attempts have been, shall we say, morally askew. Their ideas of progress have always been unconcerned with who got hurt in the process, thus incensing the majority of the world. Still, every one of their attempts had been thwarted by various groups or heroes, finally exhausting Umbrella of its dwindling resources and power. For the first time, Umbrella fell to the wayside, and was forgotten.
It’s been about 20 years since they last failed. Stories are still told about Umbrella, but no one really believes them anymore. But, as with anything, there are those that believed, and to those that were really interested, there was a story of particular interest: that somewhere out there, Umbrella’s hidden research facilities still existed, fallen into disrepair and neglect. But imagine: what would happen if one could find these facilities, and make use of them? All the power once wielded by Umbrella would be theirs.
For years, the searches were fruitless, and perhaps that was for the better. However, those that searched did so unrelentingly, and one year ago, they made the discovery they had been hoping for: they found one of Umbrella’s fallen facilities, and after months of hard work, managed to crack through the obsolete yet powerful security and reactivate the facility. The knowledge spread through the world of those that were so interested in it, and pretty soon the facility had a full staff, complete with deranged scientists and merciless businessmen.
Of course, none of these people were Umbrella, and that became clear almost immediately when they lost control of the experiments after they restarted them. This could be attributed to their inexperience and overexcitement, but that’s not what matters. The Virus hit the world, bringing it to its knees once again, but this time there was no one to stop it. In a matter of months, the world was overrun by the walking dead, and all life began to fade.
Still, there are those that survive even now, when at least 97% of the world’s population is gone, either zombified or torn to shreds. There is almost no plant or animal life, at least not that’s been documented. The survivors have only been at it for a few months, and for the most part are isolated, each believing themselves to be among the last alive. Paranoia and terror are the order of life.
Here we enter the story. Where it goes from here, in a world of darkness and death, is up to you. The choices you make could result in a restoration of life...or more likely, doom and the end of all life. Choose wisely.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:54 pm
The Survivors.
Those that have survived are only so through luck, for the most part. These characters are not amazing badasses, extensively trained military men and women, or gods among men. They are students, plumbers, cops, lawyers, farmers.
Players will be required to learn as they RP; that is to say, none of the survivors are completely settled into their new situation yet. There are no concrete routines that they can stick to, no sure things to rely on, other than their own skills.
Skills are a necessity in the new world. Most of players retain the skills that they had in their previous lives, but a whole new skill set may be what's needed to survive. Application of old skills may overlap.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:57 pm
The Rules.
- Please, please, please...follow the ToS. This is a Gaian RP, therefore, follow Gaian rules.
- Keep things from getting unsavory, yeah? I like when things are real, little bits of romance, some swearing for flavor. But seriously, if things start to get out of hand, I'm going to have to call a stop to it. So please, don't overdo it.
- Obey the common courtesy of RPing. I don't want to see any godmodding, autohitting/autododging, god mode, any of that garbage, unless I get a PM first giving me both a good reason and some kind of consent or agreement from the other party.
- You get three strikes here. So, doing something I don't like, or something that violates these rules, will get you a warning. I will post the warning in the RP, so that everyone knows what not to do.
- This is a semi- to literate RP. Please, make use of spellcheck and use capitalization and punctuation. This also means that OOC should be in (()) or [[]]. No ** for actions either, please. The RP should be written in 3rd person past tense. (ie: Osiris ran, looking for a door. He found it and went through.)
- Please, hold off on posting at first. After I've read your profile and accepted it, I will send a PM giving you an entry point. This makes it easier on you, me, and all of us, so we don't have people running around randomly.
- Keep in mind: I CONTROL EVERYTHING. While I abhor godmodding and such, if I feel that the story requires it, I will step in and take control of characters to as small an extent as I can manage. Keep that in mind when you join the RP. Also, these rules are subject to change, although I doubt I will need to.
- Please copy the Profile Skeleton below and PM it to me with the subject Downfall.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:58 pm
Profile Skeleton.[color=black][b]Controlled By:[/b] [size=9] [Insert Your Username Here.] [/size]
[b]Name:[/b] [size=9] [Insert Your Character's Name Here.] [/size]
[b]Age:[/b] [size=9] [OK, really? You know what to do.] [/size]
[b]Before the Outbreak, I:[/b] [size=9] [What were you before the zombies arrived? Please, make sure that it’s realistic.] [/size]
[b]I Look Like:[/b] [size=9] [Describe it. If you absolutely must use a picture, then PM it to me, and I can help you describe it with words.] [/size]
[b]A Bit About Me:[/b] [size=9] [This is where you would include any parts of their past that has any bearing on the situation. Your life story isn’t important here, unless it explains something that could come up in the RP. For example, how you developed an unnatural fear of the moon, and so can’t go into the moonlight during the RP. Make sense?] [/size]
[b]Anything Else?:[/b] [size=9] [Anything that doesn't fit in the other categories. Please, let's make it relevant.] [/size]
[b]Skills:[/b] [size=9] [See below for a breakdown of the Skills system. [/size]
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:59 pm
Accepted Profiles.
Controlled By: Venom3001
Name: Martin Davidson
Age: 18
Before the Outbreak, I: ... was a high-school dropout with a great deal of interest in parkour. I hadn't done much with my life. I guess now I never really will.
I Look Like: ... a mess. Old, dirty shoes with good grip, callused hands from doing parkour without gloves... a thick gray shirt, tan cargo pants with torn cuffs, a black leather belt I don't really need... I found some scissors in the library and cut my hair away as best as I could to reduce any chance of it being or becoming a liability. It's patchy and looks like s**t, but it won't get me killed....
A Bit About Me: "Oh god no spiders no spiders get the spiders away AWAY AWAY NO ******** SPIDERS!!" Martin, one might say, has arachnophobia, much as one might say Martin has arms.
Anything Else?: When I first had to deal with a zombie horde, I ended up running - it's what I'm best at. Because I was intimately familiar with the area, I was able to outstrip them and hide in the library, which was empty of people because it was closed already. Unfortunately, my 'supplies' consist of two bottles of water, an energy drink, a handful of fruit energy bars, a small bag of M&Ms, a medium-sized brown backpack, and his clothing, as well as what I've found in the library - books and not much else. The library's water will probably stop working, soon.
Skills: Awareness, Common Sense, Field Medicine, Climbing, Running and Endurance, Swimming
Controlled By: Blue Winged
Name: Lilith Alridge
Age: 26
Before the Outbreak, I: Lilith was just a woman, still a girl in mind, really, when it all happened. She'd only been out of university with her masters in psychology for about a year. She had a boyfriend of four years. She had a stable job and was already climbing up the ranks. She had a bright future ahead of her.
I Look Like: Chin length, choppy auburn hair that has lost all it's shine since the first days of the infection. Lilith is pale, almost unhealthily pale and bony. Her eyes are a striking contrast however, they are hue of green that have yet to dull with what she has had to witness. She's 5'5. Her clothing is, of course, tattered and dirty. There are a few aged scars on her body. One stretches diagonally from her shoulder to her mid back, one on her mid section. She has a a few tattoos as well, one on her tailbone, one of her collarbone and one on her wrist. The first two match; a black silhouette of a pair of wings. The one on her wrist is barbed wire.
A Bit About Me: She knows what you're feeling, what you're thinking and what's wrong with you. Creepy huh?
Anything Else?: She used to wear glasses, but they broke only a few days in. Her eyesight is bad enough that she can't see things clearly five feet away from her.
Skills: Awareness
Common Sense
Field Medicine
Climbing
Running and Endurance
Swimming
Controlled By: Thunder-king01
Name: Dimitri Pternov
Age: 29
Before the Outbreak, I: A Ex-Spetsnaz of the Russian Army, He surved for a few years before Moving to the united States where he took a mechanic course and worked in a garage. putting his past behind him, but sometimes he finds himself, his hands held like he was still back in Russia holding a rifle. He joined a gun club to try and satasify his bodie's want and it seems to be working.
I Look Like: Stands at about 5'9 with broad shoulders. He is quiet fit due to both the Spetsnaz training and manual labour. He normally wears close fitting shirts with loose jeans. he has Dark blue eyes and dark brown hair.
A Bit About Me: He's never fired a gun at anyone so though he knows how to use them he is hesitant behind the trigger.
Anything Else?: Became a big Rock and Roll junkie from hanging out with the guys at the garage.
Skills: 10
Small Arms Proficiency
7
Mechanics
5
Simple Weapon Construction/Repair
4
Large Arms Proficiency
1
Forging
Controlled By: SirBayer
Name: Christian Jobs
Age: 51
Before the Outbreak, I: Christian served as a commercial airline pilot. As such he learned to fly, obviously, but he also was entered into counter-terrorist pilot training - for all effects and purposes basic firearm familiarity and enough training to know when and how to shoot. On his last flight, he landed and began disembarking only to discover that the airport was already infested; there were a few other survivors thanks to him, but he expended his ammunition in the process.
I Look Like: Christian is short, thin, and built like an ideal pilot. He doesn't show much of a threat, since his features are pleasantly childishly rounded. His hair is shaved very short and has long since turned gray; his beard is trimmed into a goatee and is also gray. His eyes, too, are gray. Thankfully, his skin is not gray. He tends to wear nice clothing, albeit with ties - he hardly even owns shirts that don't have buttons.
A Bit About Me: Christian has never exactly gotten the heroics done until the escape from his aircraft into safer portions of the airport. He's turning into a bit of a nervous wreck, but has managed to hold it together so far.
Anything Else?: Christian is carrying an M9 with two magazines, both of which are empty.
Skills: Small Arms Proficiency
Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning
Awareness
Physics Knowledge
Electronics
Computer Skills
Controlled By: KudaKitsuneRikku
Name: Drusilla MacCleod
Age: 23
Before the Outbreak, I: Dru was a student teacher for high school Home Ec and History.
I Look Like: Her waist length, curly, hair used to be dyed blood red, but after the outbreak, it grew out and turned back to dark brown. She has tan skin with plenty of tattoo's from her college years; she's fairly fit and a bit short.
A Bit About Me: In college, she got arrested a few times protesting in front of Umbrella. Strangely enough, no charges were pressed, that creeped her out so she kind of stopped and went back to studying for exams.
Anything Else?: She's afraid of bunnies. And kittens, but only baby cats, not grown or big cats. She's also allergic to apples and used to do yoga.
Skills: Field Medicine
Small Arms
Common Sense
Cooking
Computer Skills
Resource Gathering
Controlled By: Monsconie
Name: Orpheus Foster
Age: 23
Before the Outbreak, I: was a freelance photographer. I had just began my new career and had been hoping for it to be a success. Unfortunately, this... situation had destroyed everything that I had planned.
I Look Like: Pale, bleached blond hair, deep green eyes. These are some of my most dominant features. I stand at 5,10. My attire consists of my camera, which I keep around my neck at all times, a long sleeved black shirt, button up to the top, dark blue jeans, and a pair of solid black dress shoes. Not to mention the fact that my shirt and pants have a bit of blood on them.
A Bit About Me: I've got quite a bit of experience with guns. I treat a gun much like my camera, aim and shoot. I'm also pretty adapt in hand to hand combat. I've got into many fights as a kid, but I think that fighting off a zombie might be a bit different from fighting off a person.
Anything Else?: I've been carrying quite a bit of film with me. Maybe if I'm able to survive The Outbreak I'll be able to sell my photos for quite a pretty penny.
Skills: Small Arms Proficiency
Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning
Unarmed Combat
Cooking
Awareness
Resource Gathering
Controlled By: daystar50
Name: Alaric Naifeh
Age: 21
Before the Outbreak, I: Lived in Alaska, then traveled south for college.
I Look Like: Long strait black hair that is in dire need of a cut. brown eyes with flecks of gold around the center, 6'1", and medium build.
A Bit About Me: Had some interest in martial arts and studied two different kinds, but never got past a first rank white belt, also has a small collection of wooden weapons, some of which are little more than a closet rod cut in two. Used to break into places just to see if he could, and to see if he would get caught.
Anything Else?: self taught how to pick a lock, and can climb almost anything, not really fast but he can get up there. has a large knife that he used to use for hunting and skinning, also has a whet stone for upkeep.
Skills: Lockpicking 2
Melee Weapons proficiency 1
Hunting 2
Stealth 2
Unarmed Combat 2
Weapon Constrution/ Reapair 1
Controlled By: [Blackbird Lore]
Name: [Grigori Murdock]
Age: [52]
Before the Outbreak, I: [was an early retiree, exploring the world. Before retiring, I was an adept player in the stock market, an author in the horror genre with a minor "cult" following, and a Philosophy professor for 3 years.]
I Look Like: [Grigori is 6'3" tall and weighs in at 200 pounds. He takes great care of his body, eating healthy more often than not and regularly exercising. He's a late bloomer in terms of gray hair, which is beginning to develop at his sideburns, but otherwise his hair is jet black. In stark contrast, his crystal green eyes are bright with an intense stare. He has a a square jaw with a prominent chin, and a large, beak-like nose. He dresses in dark and neutral colors. Currently he's clad in a pair of faded jeans, black t-shirt, black boots, and a military-green high-collared hip-length vest sporting ten various pockets in ten various places.]
A Bit About Me: [Grigori is a well-rounded man, always seeking to expand his repertoire of interesting activities; he's hunted almost everything that may be legally hunted, and has driven just about everything from Porsches to F-1 race cars. He's been through the 50 states, to Russia, China, India, Australia, the U.K., Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, France, Spain, and Italy.]
Anything Else?: [N/A]
Skills: [-Pain Tolerance [2]
--Running and Endurance [1]
---Swimming [1]
-Hunting [2]
-Large Arms Proficiency [2]
-Driving [2]]
Controlled By: Elesariin
Name: Emily Niu
Age: 18
Before the Outbreak, I: Was attending just coming back from my first quarter at Yale Med. I was looking forward to a bit of relaxation after my midterms; needless to say, I did not get any.
I Look Like: ... a little sprite. I'm short, standing at about 5'1", and very slim and fragile looking, with small bones and not much in the way of a figure. I naturally have unblemished skin, and my lack of outdoor activities means that I'm very pale. My face is heart-shaped, with a tiny, pointed chin, even, delicate features, and black almond eyes that are shadowed with malnutrition and too-little sleep. My pin-straight, jet black hair falls to the middle of my back, but these days it's usually pulled back in a tight, practical bun or ponytail. Basically, I look more like a tiny porcilin doll than an 18 year old woman.
A Bit About Me: I'm very, very good at all things medical, as I've been studying it since the age of eight. I'm also surprisingly good at martial arts, although I've never had to use them in an actual combat situation; my stamina's not great, either.
Anything Else?: I'm allergic to bee stings.
Skills: Advanced Medicine 3
Field Medicine 1
Unarmed Combat 1
Controlled By: Izamara
Name: Chris Durr
Age: 20
Before the Outbreak, I: Was on an airplane from France to the U.S., returning from a vacation.
I Look Like: Shaved head, with no piercings, Chris looks the part of a survivor. His leather jacket is torn in a few places, but still holding up enough to protect his skin from the blunt teeth of a zombie. His leather pants are in the same condition. His green eyes are want to scan a room many times over, his paranoia compelling him to always check for safety.
A Bit About Me: Shortly after the outbreak, Chris barely escaped a sticky situation in which he learned that you need to always be aware of your backside.
Anything Else?: Has no surviving family, so there is no threat of a zombified family member attacking him.
Skills:
10
Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning
8
Lockpicking
6
Stealth
4
Melee Weapon Proficiency
2
Climbing
0
Controlled By: NativeForeigner
Name: Dr. Jack Effinsweet
Age: 43
Before the Outbreak, I: I was doctor specializing with Neurosurgery and Neurology. I used to volunteer at several med schools, including Yale and Harvard.
I Look Like: …nothing special, I’m tall, about six foot three and I’m just a little on the thick side at 188 pounds, but I’m in decent shape. My once black hair is starting to gray and is now more of a pepper. Since the infections, I have kept my hair short, barely an inch on top. My hazel eyes still glow with faded youth and my square jaw is covered in unkempt stubble.
If I had actually been keeping my appearance up during the infection, one would find that I’m a relatively attractive man for my age.
As of right now, I’ve traded out my loafers for more suitable shoes, but I’ve kept the same, khaki slacks and worn leather belt from before. I’ve since left my lab coat behind and am left wearing a light blue dress shirt lacking a tie and a black sports coat (with several pockets) I lifted from a run-down store.
I do, however, still carry my backpack filled with medical and limited emergency supplies.
A Bit About Me: There’s really not much to tell, I mean, who really cares about someone’s past in a time like this? I’m a straightforward kind of guy that doesn’t like to play around the truth, and the truth is, the past doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t care if you were a criminal before the outbreak; you’re a friend now unless you prove otherwise. We might even become friends! Who knows? But don’t think I’m not watching you, I’ve been betrayed enough in my life to know better than that. If I can trust you, I’m a good, lighthearted fellow that enjoys a good laugh and keeping positive about things, always making the best out of the worst and appreciating the small things.
I just wish I knew where my daughter was. But now I'm just stuck here in this library...what was that? Sounds like a voice...
Anything Else?: Despises filth, especially dirty hands. Very organized. Can be extremely paranoid and is slow to trust but quick to help. Has been divorced twice due to his wives having affairs and has a young daughter somewhere out there, alive or undead is uncertain.
Skills:
Advanced Medicine.
Leadership.
Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning.
Psychology.
Chemistry Knowledge.
Knowledge of drugs and drug paraphernalia.
Controlled By: Ninja Zackeus
Name: Zack
Age: 35
Before the Outbreak, I: I'm a Mechanic from Kentucky. I can fix a car, a radio, a toilet... You name it, I've probably fixed it. I always liked Geometry and physics, but I didn't try hard enough to be a scientist. So I learned how to work mechanical items. Put one gear here, turn a knob there. It's all pretty easy to me.
I Look Like: I'm about 5' 3". Short for a guy, but nonetheless strong. My job works me out and dirties me up, I specialize in Household mechanisms. I've got some decent muscles from weights that I lift and my natural everyday stuff. I'm a little rugged. A bit of a five o' clock shadow for facial hair. Short hair on my head, easy to ruffle my hand through. Not balding yet. Roughed skin with a leathery texture to it. Wearing jeans and A black t-shirt, and a jean jacket. My usual.
A Bit About Me: Hmmmm, nothing really unnatural about me. I just carry a pistol and a wrench. One's for fixing, the other's for defending. ((He also will pick up a few more items in his first post))
Anything Else?: I like to chew on toothpicks, so i carry several with me.
Skills:
Pain tolerance
Running and Endurance
Mechanics
Forging
Weapon Construction/Repair
Hunting
Fishing
Controlled By: Dark Angel of Sol
Name: Jake Warren
Age: 34
Before the Outbreak, I: I was a staff sergeant before s**t hit the fan. We held out for weeks before evacuating the base. I was able to get a convoy full of supplies before I left with my squad and have been traveling from base to base to pick up supplies.
I Look Like: He is 6'3” and 185 pounds. He has a medium build, short black thin buzzed hair, light beard, and dark blue eyes. He is wearing heavy urban camouflage and carries a desert eagle most of the time
A Bit About Me: He was on the other side of the country when the outbreak hit. He still doesn't know the fate of his family, but he thought about them less and less as his squad was fighting to survive. Slowly they started dieing and turning. Those that we're turning shot themselves in the middle of the forehead to spare the others from doing it later. Now it's only Jake is left as the last member died a week before this RP started.
Anything Else?: He is driving a convoy truck full of ammo, MREs (meal ready to eat) and bunch of busted M16A4 There is a machine gun nest set up in the back of the truck that is now unmanned.
Skills:
10
Driving - (-) Rollerblading/Skateboarding/Biking
8
Leadership - (+) Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning
6
Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning - Universal
5
Large Arms Proficiency
3
Small Arms Proficiency - (-) Large Arms Proficiency, (+) Thrown Weapon Proficiency
0
Controlled By: ShadedNinja
Name: Andrew "Andy" Watergate
Age: 19
Before the Outbreak, I: A college student majoring in liberal arts, he worked in a warehouse before the outbreak, and has spent the past few years of his life trying to uncover the truth of the alleged zombie attacks 20 years ago
I Look Like: 5'11" short brown hair, and an athletic build due to putting himself through physical training in case another pandemic occurred, looks like paranoia finally paid off.
A Bit About Me: He sometimes lets his paranoia take over whenever things seem to be getting more optimistic.
Anything Else?:
Skills: Small Arms Proficiency
Resource Gathering
Field Medicine
Running and Endurance
Chemistry Knowledge
Controlled By: SeraphimDiablos
Name: Anthony Ritchie
Age: 17
Before the Outbreak, I: High school senior hosting the Occultism club after school and investigating ruins. Paranormal investigations were a common part of his life.
I Look Like: Short, around 5'5" with shoulder-length brown hair. Since the incident, the style has worn out and has become a bit of a knotted mess. He has fairly decent looks, kind of like an average jock with compassionate brown eyes, but wears thin grey glasses that he has taken very good care of. He typically dresses in jeans and witty T-Shirts, as well as black Nike™ tennis shoes that always seem to be untied.
A Bit About Me: Tony was a great student, but kept to himself outside of his circles of friends, which was quite small. People thought he was a bit too quirky for them and opted to just leave him out of anything - he was neither picked on nor celebrated by anyone. As such, at times he remained fairly isolated, what with his father being away at work and his mother writing fervently at her art studio.
Anything Else?: Anthony tends to have a nervous tick whenever he's in immediate danger. His knowledge and paranoia of occultism also makes him rather jumpy and unwilling to go into certain places if he thinks he's seen an angry spirit.
Skills: Resource Gathering
Computer Skills
Awareness
Occultism
Controlled By: Tonas
Name: Patrick Macfarland
Age: 29
Before the Outbreak, I: Well, ta tell ye the truth, mate, I was a downright crook. Half o' the eastern seaboard was after me. I was a devious b*****d, ta be sure! Robbin' banks, stealin' from electronic stores, ye get the picture? I was arrested right before the initial outbreak. I'll tell ye more about that lucky lil experience once we get out o' this, aye?
I Look Like: a bloody stud! That's what I am! Six feet tall, with my flamin' red hair, though ya cannot see it without removin' my lucky hat(dark green as the formerly beautiful hills of Ireland!), goatee and black leather jacket, there's not a woman in this world, I can't seduce! Assuming... there's any left...
A Bit About Me: Like I said before, I was a crook. It's the only way o' life I knew ever since I was a wee lad. I've been breakin' into places for as long as I can remember. I've seen many tragedies in my life, an' this apocalypse obviously tops 'em all. Hard ta beat that, what with the brain-eatin' zombies an' all. Through my misdeeds, however, I've become quite the good shot... and taken a number of lives that I do feel regret now over each an' every one o' em. This whole outbreak made me question my whole outlook on life...
Anything Else?: Now, I'll give ya the story of how I got out o' prison. They had me locked up tight in my cell on a cool evening, when they got the call to assist in containing, what I can only assume ta be th' bloody apocalypse. Because I was such a high priority prisoner, I was celled alone, an' much to my pleasure, I must say, I HATE sharin' cells. Anyways, I pulled a paper clip from my shoe an' next thing y'know, I'm a free man. I hopped on my motorcycle that they confiscated in the impound lot. Security is quite lax when the world's ending, ya notice that? Tragic. Anywho, I headed for the one place I knew I could hide out till the heat died off. "Last Chance", my favorite pub! I knew Winchester, the ol' fart who ran the place for a long time, he tended to help me out till things cooled down. Unfortunately since he had ran from a threat I knew nothing about, I had ta break in. I doubt Winchester'll be back anytime soon...
In the months I've been here, I've discovered the old man's got a small cache of ammunition down here for his trusted Benelli Nova Tactical shotgun he showed me from time to time used ta break up bar fights. Lucky me, he also showed me where he kept the damned gun. Thankfully, most o' the food in the cellar was non-perishable, so I've been keepin' fairly well-fed.
Skills:
Lockpicking
Heavy Arms Proficiency
Weapon Construction/Repair
Running and Endurance
Mechanics
Driving
Controlled By: idahohokykid
Name: Conor James Morgan
Age: twenty-eight
Before the Outbreak, I: Conor Smith was a recent graduate from post-grad school, majoring in business ethics and management. He also was a semi-professional hockey player at the age of nineteen, but suffered a very serious injury to the head, taking him out of the game permanently, after the injury was when he decided to return to grad school to study his majors.
I Look Like: Conor is a man of five foot, eleven inches. He has dark green eyes and lightly tanned skin, his dark brown hair is about two to three inches long. He is built, but not to a ridiculous point. He also has a scar on his upper right lip from hockey, where he was cute with a stick.
A Bit About Me: Conor's injury that ended his hockey career was a very serious concussion, he was hit from behind and fell head first into the boards. This put him into a week long coma and stopped him from ever returning to hockey. The coma still triggers memory loss sometimes, more of it is long term though, such as forgetting his age, where he lives, and even sometimes his name and the names of others around him. He has never forgotten who someone was however, even if he couldn't remember their name.
Anything Else?: Conor is lactose intolerant, so he can not consume dairy products.
Skills:
-Unarmed combat- 2
-Melee Weapons Proficiency- 1
-Large Arms Proficiency- 2
-Running and Endurance- 2
-Leadership- 2
-Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning- 1
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:01 pm
How This Will Work.
The players aren’t going to start off as zombie-slaying badasses. They are normal people, thrust into a horrifying and unfamiliar circumstance. Odds are that they are alone, and will begin in some situation that would explain why they were away from or survived the initial events. (Hint, hint.) From there, movement is up to the players.
Status System
This should be looking familiar to people, as it's a system used by the small group of RPers called the Caballers that run RPs like Resurrection of the Cabal, Blazer Drive, Syndicate, Odyssey into Madness, A War Over Peace, CQB, and most recently, the subforum 27. This system allows players to keep track of their statuses as they go. Here's an example:
Martin
Lilith
Dmitri
The colors are the most important part here, and their meaning is listed below:
Blue: This character is uninjured. Not only that, but this person can also perform on an optimum or above-average level. This person is easily capable of performing top-notch work.
Green: This character has sustained very minor injuries. Pulled muscles, wounds to arms or hands, etc. will often fall into this. This character will still be capable of performing full-quality work, even if it's difficult.
Yellow: This character has sustained moderate wounds or injuries. Although not badly hurt, this character will probably move more slowly, have difficulty focusing, and probably require medical attention.
Red: This character has sustained severe injury. Multiple wounds to the chest, multiple broken bones, severe concussions, etc. This character not only definitely needs medical attention but will be comparatively seriously ineffective in combat. While still capable of fighting, this character will have difficulty doing so.
Orange: This character is incapacitated. Whatever happened, he or she is no longer capable of combat. Perhaps the character can still sort of aim and shoot, but even then they won't be capable of taking their own feet. In most circumstances, they'll be unconscious. Not good.
Black: Character is deceased. Resuscitation is possible, based on dice roll and time remaining on the counter.
Speaking of a counter, here is the device created by NativeForeigner and used by us Caballers:
Garabetian [+4]
McCulloch [+5]
Dude [-3]
Solid Snake [+3]
In the case of Garabetian, when he has posted four times, his condition will go from Yellow to Red. In the case of McCulloch, in five posts he will go from Orange to Black. In Dude's case, in three posts, he will go from Orange to Red in three posts. It's easy to remember if you count the counter as an offset which will automatically correct itself. Finally, in the case of Solid Snake, he has three posts until he is permanently dead. Within those three posts, a person will roll a 6-sided die. If the number is equal to or less than the number of posts left to perform the action, then resuscitation is successful. Thus, Solid Snake's dead-ness isn't actually very bad in that example.
If there is a number four or larger on the counter, two dice will be rolled; the math behind this is that you will never have a better than 50% chance to resuscitate a fallen comrade. This will extend over multiple posts, but you will never get a better chance than 50%.
Skill System
In this RP, as in life, each person has their own unique skill set. Some skills are universal, meaning that anyone and everyone can learn them. Others directly affect other skills, making them easier or more difficult to learn.
Below is a list of skills, accompanied by the consequence of learning each. Players are given 10 Skill Points to allot their character skills. A Universal Skill requires 2 points to learn, while if a player learns synergistic skills (that is, skills that makes other skills easier to learn), then the second skill only costs one. However, if the first skill makes the second skill harder, then it costs 3 points to learn.
01. Field Medicine - Universal
02. Advanced Medicine - Universal
03. Lockpicking - (+) Weapon Construction/Repair
04. Small Arms Proficiency - (-) Large Arms Proficiency, (+) Thrown Weapon Proficiency
05. Large Arms Proficiency - (-) Small Arms Proficiency
06. Melee Weapons Proficiency - (-) Thrown Weapons Proficiency
07. Hunting - (+) Fishing
08. Resource Gathering - Universal
09. Leadership - (+) Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning
10. Computer Skills - (-) Swimming, Running and Endurance, Occultism
11. Stealth - Universal
12. Forging - (+) Weapon Construction/Repair, Mechanics
13. Farming - Universal
14. Mechanics - (+) Forging, Weapon Construction/Repair
15. Driving - (-) Rollerblading/Skateboarding/Biking
16. Awareness - Universal
17. Psychology - Universal
18. Occultism - (-) Computer Skills
19. Swimming - (-) Computer Skills, (+) Running and Endurance
20. Running and Endurance - (-) Computer Skills, (+) Swimming
21. Climbing - (-) Computer Skills, (+) Running and Endurance
22. Woodworking/Carpentry - (+) Weapon Construction/Repair, Mechanics
23. Unarmed Combat - (+) Melee Weapons Proficiency
24. Weapon Proficiency (Thrown) - (-) Large Arms Proficiency, (+) Small Arms Proficiency
25. Electronics (the kind not covered by mechanics or computers) - (-) Running and Endurance, (+) Computers
26. Physics Knowledge - (+) Electronics, (-) Leadership
27. Chemistry Knowledge (bomb making, etc.) - (+) Mechanics, Knowledge of drugs
28. Knowledge of drugs and drug paraphernalia - (-) Hunting, (+) Occultism
29. Fishing - (+) Hunting
30. Animal Training/Care - (-) Electronics, (+) Running and Endurance, Hunting
31. Rollerblading/Skateboarding/Bicycling - (-) Driving, (+) Running and Endurance
32. Cooking - Universal
33. Common Sense/Deductive Reasoning - Universal
34. Pain tolerance - (-) Computer Skills, (+) Running and Endurance
35. Simple Weapon Construction/Repair (+) Forging
Here's an example. The character of Osiris has skill in Pain Tolerance. From his initial 10 points, we subtract 2, leaving him with 8. He chooses to learn Computer Skills, which cost an extra point to make the cost 3, leaving us with 5. He also wants to learn Running and Endurance, which only costs 1, leaving us with 4 remaining points.
Easy, no? And remember, Universal Skills cost 2 points. The important part is to remember is that you should document the points that you spend so you can make sure that you have the right amount. In fact, send me your documentation so that I can verify it easily.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:03 pm
Uncovered Information.
Zombies.
T-Virus Zombies: The least threatening of the zombies. The main threat of these brainless, shambling creatures is their numbers: the majority of the world was turned into this kind of zombie. They are the main carriers of the T-Virus, but have no mechanical skills or deductive reasoning.
Lickers: Quick as a cobra and with much more reach, these creatures are the byproduct of a mutation of the T-Virus. The can leap at a maximum distance of UNKNOWN. Their name is derived from the fact that the can lash out with their tongues and pull in victims, like a frog.
UNKNOWN Military-esque Squads. ZDF: Zombie Defense Force.
These teams deploy against the zombies with unwavering resolve and enough training and discipline to restrict their fear. Their uniforms are all neutral colors, and are comprised of combat boots, cargo pants, a combat vest, and a dark shirt.
They are well-equipped and well-disciplined. Nothing else is known about them yet. Once a mercenary organization, they were bought into a contract of indefinite length by the US government, and charged with protecting important figures if Umbrella ever got out of hand. Years after they were thought to be unnecessary, the present situation occurred and they mobilized.
There appears to be more to them, but no other information has been uncovered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:04 pm
Reserved.
For now, interested players can begin making profiles for review. Thank you for your time and interest.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:16 pm
You b*****d, this is why BD and AWoP haven't been updating, isn't it? D:
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:37 pm
Since I'm not in either of those, I don't really care! Nice job, Joe; I've been looking for a good Resident Evil RP since... ever, really. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:52 pm
((Naturally, I still just sent in a character))
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:00 pm
Okay, I did have one thing to complain about; only two skills? What? Just to give you some idea of why that is ridiculous, I, personally, have the skills:
Basic First Aid
Melee Weapons Proficiency
Stealth
Forging
Driving
Psychology(sort of)
Swimming
Running and Endurance
Climbing
... And I'm just your average collage kid. Two skills to start off with is just not realistic, even for normal people.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:35 pm
The two skill limit is to make it a bit more challenging to the players. Perhaps in their shock they lost some memory, or the sheer trauma caused them to lose coordination or focus, or they're constantly plagued by a paralyzing fear.
And conditions in the RP are different than regular life: there aren't lots of people around, everything is ruined, stuff like that.
Venom: Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Update RotC.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:43 pm
Arguably, stealth against zombies is a whole different thing than stealth against people. Same for the weapons proficiencies. Swimming and driving should be a given for most people, unless they mean swimming/driving very well.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:53 pm
I agree. Most people can swim. Most people can also drive, unless we're talking about kids.
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