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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:15 pm
†his is the Ŵorld you live in..... ----------------------------
It is the year 2247, November 12th, not that any of the humans or lycans left on Earth know that of course...or the Creatures for that matter. But they don't know much but a never-ending hunger and thirst. They seek remaining organic matter to satiate their hunger, mainly, humans. The humans on the planet try desperately to survive, starting up small farming operations until they are discovered by the Creatures, or traveling as nomads, salvaging what they can from the wreck of their civilization.
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And who am I? I am A.E.R.E. Advanced Epidemic Recovery Entity. I have the power to save the world.
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However, I am not a biological organism, and was not built to move. I can call out to humans and lycans through radio, lighting grids and what remains of the satellites above Earth. However, it will take a band of especially dedicated humans to locate and activate me. As I mentioned before, I have the power to save the world from the grasp of the Creatures, all they need to do is find me.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:17 pm
Intro-----------------------Welcome.
This is a post-apocalyptic zombie+machine antagonist objective-based RP. aka-kill the zombies and terminator guys, find the computer, save the world.
First off, the obligatory lame stuff.
[oo1] Follow Gaia ToS.
[oo2] This is a literate RP. No txt speak, fully spelled words, capitalization and punctuation.
[oo3] Please use [[]] (()) etc for OOC speech.
[oo4] Use "" for speech and italics for thoughts.
[oo5] Do not God-mod, this includes characters that are way too strong.
[oo6] Cursing is allowed. If a player has a problem with cursing, they should turn their language filter on.
[oo7] WARNING this is a violent and potentially very gory RP. If you have a problem with zombie body parts flying everywhere, this is not the RP for you.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:18 pm
Profiles--------------------Please PM me with a profile and wait to start until I have approved and posted your profile please.
Fill out this form.
username:
Name: (First and Last please)
Sex:
Age: (Please no less than 18 )
Specialty: (Food+Water, Kill, Salvage (pick one, you can have multiple characters))
Race: (Human or Lycan, though I have an idea of what you're going to pick)
Weapons: (You can have a rifle, handgun, explosives, metal weapons etc)
Personality:
History: (Where have you been living/ what have you been doing the past year? After your character meets the other players, you will be contacted by A.E.R.E, so do not include that)
Appearance: (Description preferred, picture will do, don't forget to describe clothing)
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:24 pm
Setting--------------------As you have seen the world is a barren land. Soil remains, ready to be cultivated, and fresh water can be found. Weapons are everywhere, not surprising, not like the Creatures can use them. Great cities have lost their names and only their skeletons remain. The air can range from pristine to smog and dust choked, and sudden weather changes are the norm.  Creatures------------------Clam~ "Clams" as the humans call them, are second-generation Creatures. Yes, the Creatures can reproduce. This type is fast and deadly, and much more intelligent than their parents. They can run on all fours, and sport strong claws from their graspers. Their small size allows them access to many places their predecessors could not reach, and the humans have their hands full taking care of this new menace.
Undead~These were once humans, after the virus, they transformed into bloodthirsty killers. No memory, no emotion, no fear. They are large in number and can infect a living human who isn't careful. They are relatively slow moving and quite stupid. However, their overwhelming numbers make defeating them difficult.
The Machines~These creatures are the result of Mankind's final attempt to destroy the infections ravaging their planet. They are impervious to weather and microbes, and are programmed to destroy any organism, including the Creatures. There are very few still in existence, but they are almost impossible to destroy. They will be able to track you once you run into one, and can tap into the remaining electric pathways left on Earth. They can use weapons, and learn from their mistakes. You should fear them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:27 pm
The Searchers-------------------I will post approved profiles here.
username:talesmin
Name:Mitchelle Fange'
Sex: Male
Age:26
Speciality: Kill
Race: Lycan
Weapons:sniper rifle(barret 50.cal)and an assault rifle(L-85a2)
Personality: He has a quiet personality. When he does talk, it's usually for a good reason. His actions speak louder than his words. He will help whoever he can and is very loyal to his friends, but provoke him, and you'll walk away with a broken arm or leg. If you really piss him off he'll snap your neck in the blink of an eye.
History: Ex-army ranger. He was sent out on first recon after the first reports of the Creatures taking over small villages. He and a squad of three others went to check it out. When they got there, via helicopter, no one was left except walking corpses. After landing, Mitchelle and his squad moved out towards a barn and had their first encounter. Five days later, Mitchelle and the last soldier in his squad were living in the top of the barn fending the creatures off. Three days later, the S.A.R helicopter came in healf a mile away through a forest. Mitchelle and his new found companion ran through the forest towards it then they were ambushed by a pack of werewolves. The beasts killed the other soldier. Mitchelle was wounded but made it to the helicopter. On the flight back a stray missile from one of the malfunctioned machines shot the helicopter, taking out the tail rotor. It crashed in the ocean near Washington D.C, and for the last year, Mitchelle has lived in an abondened hotel learning to control his new found ability while all the same fending off hordes of creatures.
Appearence: Human- 6feet5inches, lanky build. Brown hair, a scar that covers his right eye. He has golden eyes. Wolf- 7feet3inches, brown fur, same scar and eyes. He walks as a biped and can opereate firearms while in wolf formUsername: Rauthaz Wolf
Name: Gavril Shanin
Sex: Male
Age: Thirty-seven
Specialty: Killing
Race: Lycan
Weapons: Carries a pistol with him and a hunter's knife, but will generally use anything around him that has the capability of doing harm to others. Will also resort to using his teeth and claws (lycan form) if all else fails.
Personality: Gavril is a bit rough around the edges and doesn't do too well with hugs. This isn't to say he's an anti-social brute; this man is capable of sympathy and kindness. He's very opinionated and likes to be in control, though can admit when he's wrong. There are times when Gavril shows a touch of good humor and can hold a decent conversation, but he isn't looking to make friends.
History: Originally from a small cold village in Russia, Gavril grew as the middle child in a poor family. His father worked constantly and was never home while his mother remained behind to care for her three sons. In attempt to help their financial situation, Gavril would sell (stolen) fruits and vegetables on the streets for a small income, and would at times get into street fights when the original owner of the produce found him out. As a teenager he left home as soon as his mother grew to ill to get out of bed. It was all too much for him, and one day at age seventeen the young man found himself becoming the personal assistant of a strange man who took him out of the country.
As it would turn out, this man was a Lycan, and upon Gavril's twenty-fourth birthday, as a "reward" for his loyalty and service, he passed on this power to Gavril. For the next three years he remained hidden out of the public eye, struggling with his new transformation and fighting against his lust for the hunt. In his final outburst Gavril rebelled against his employer, claiming that he had cursed him rather than bless him, and in the end Gavril tore out his throat. In the following years he fell in love with a woman and had a beautiful daughter, but as the Creatures came they stole their lives from him and left Gavril alone, bitter and vengeful. This was the first time the outbreak had truly affected his life, though he now suspects this was what infected his mother all those years ago. While with his wife and child, they had hid out, trying to avoid the outside world for as long as possible until they were finally found.
Appearance: Gavril is a Caucasian male, standing at six feet and two inches. He has broad shoulders and a strong jaw line along with large, rough hands and feet. Though he doesn't have a six pack or bulky muscles, the man is still quite large and strong, which comes along with being a Lycan. His dark brown hair is shaved down to a buzz cut and has some rough stubble on his face. Eyes are also dark brown, appearing to almost be black, and has a hooked nose. Generally wears a plain slim fitting white t-shirt, jeans, and old, worn out combat boots. As a wolf is over seven feet in height, muscular build and thick, dark fur with amber eyes.
username:RedZeroFive
Name: Tony Naitsiri
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Specialty: Salvage
Race: Human
Weapons: Russian SVT'42 W/scope. Colt M1911 handgun. Trench knife.
Personality: Since loosing contact with his wife and kid he's become very quiet, very cold. He is near suicidal. But when he does find other survivors, he helps with all he can. If you break his desolate shell...well no one has. So no one knows.
History: Tony had lived with his wife and kid in Colorado untill the infection hit. During the initial outbreak they had helped their small town build its self up into a fortress. It was all but impregnable. But then the military had to butt in. They rounded everyone up and began a quarantine. He was separated from them during that quarantine, when he was falsely accused of being infected. He was sent to a Los Angeles refugee camp, and his wife to Alaska. They had been able to keep in contact, but his wife mentioned in her last latter of an outbreak within their camp. He hasn't gotten another letter since. Because of this he has become cold. And when his camp was overrun, he didn't even really care. He fought his way into the remnants of the city, and now wanders North, day by day, mile by mile, wondering when he will finally build the courage to just walk away.
Appearance: [X]
He's of average height, but a little stronger than normal (due to survival) He has sandy blond hair and steel gray eyes.
He wearing a ski mask with ski goggles, but they are normally wrapped up in his bag. Underneath he wears an old tan T-shirt. He's wearing cargo pants, military issue combat boots and had his messenger bag, where he carries his gear.
username: hoofandsnort
Name: Gabriel Norie
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Speciality: Food+Water
Race: Human
Weapons: A large modified machete, with an extra long hilt so it can be used as a bludgeon. He's a poor shot, but excellent at making homemade bombs.
Personality: Gabe has a quick temper and a bit of an ego on him. But he's a team player when it comes to zombie killin'. He's not afraid of gore, but female zombies do tend to bother him a bit. He loves to laugh, even in what the world has become.
History: Gabe grew up a farm boy in western Wyoming. When the infection spread to North America, many humans took refuge in the sparsely populated West. But they brought the infection with them, causing it to spread to the animals in the area. The small population of farmers and ranchers fought valiantly, but most were still destroyed. Gabe's family was wiped out when his mother caught the infection. He was forced to blow up his home with his mother and sisters inside. He assumes his father is also dead. He left for the coast, hoping to find some remaining humans. So far, he's found only hardship and hordes of the undead, but that's about to change...
Appearance:[X] Relatively short at 5' 10'', and a little lanky. He always wears his baseball cap. The change in the Earth turned his hair to a dusty gray. He carries a large pack on his back that his machete is always strapped to. He's great at locating food and water, and because he grew up on a farm, he can cultivate what's left of the plant life on Earth.
username: PoppyNorth324
Name: Shannon Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Specialty: Killing
Race: Lycan
Weapons: A long, hand-made blade that she made when the virus was spreading towards her city.
Personality: Deadly and fierce, but willing to listen if you give her a good reason. She is compassionate underneath her tough outer layer.
History: Shannon was living in an apartment building in Toronto, but once the virus reached the city, she left. Shannon headed towards New York, which she was aware had been fairly deserted. She lived near the ocean so she could get water, and she was able to take cans of soup from a nearby supermarket, long since abandoned. She has not had any socialization from anyone she hasn't killed.
Appearance: Shannon has dirty blonde hair that is cut along her jawline. She has bright blue eyes with green flecks near the pupil. She is 5'6, and wears jean shorts that give her maximum movement, and black tank top. She is always wearing sneakers so that she can run. When she has a white under-belly with a brown-black top coat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:29 pm
UPDATES
1/9/2010 OPEN and ACCEPTING!
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:00 pm
{year 2247 nov 12 time 12:31 am location Washington D.C}
Adrenaline pumped through his veins he ran for his life he ran around the corner of a building breathing hard he stood there for a minute taking a quick breath he peeked around the edge gently only to bring his head around quickly he looked around trying to find an escape route from the unstoppable machine he sees a half blown out ladder he looks around the corner again watching as the machine walks slowly through the deserted street a loud clanking noise with every step it took it hurt his now sensitive ears he looked at the ladder again then at the empty gun in his hands he sighed and put it on his back then he quietly walked up to the ladder and pu a hand on it then pulled down seeing if it could hold his weight it didnt budge a small smile played his face then he put his other hand on the slowly pulled himself up until he could get his feet on he first put his right one then his left foot he slowly qnd quietly started to climb the ladder hoping it might give him time ti figure out a way to destroy the machine after a minute or two he climbed up and over the edge rolling himslef over onto his back he layed waiting to hear gunshots he waited,and waited but still nothing he played the odds in his head then rolled over onto his chest and started crawling the other end of the building after another couple minutes he made it without being shot at he he rose slightly sitting on his left knee he then jumped over the side hitting the ground with a thud he rolled his body just in time avoiding a broken leg he looked around the corner looking for the robot but he saw nothing he pulled his head back and looked to his left still nothing he stood there picturing a map of the small town in his head then it hit him like a sledge hammer to cranium he looked up and saw a pair of red eyes looking down at him they stared at each other for a minute"oh s**t...."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:41 pm
{ year 2247 nov 12 time 12:43 am location Washington D.C}
He stood there looking into the redeyes watching as they looked over his body twisting and turning after a minute it pulled its right arm over showing a handheld minigun he watched as it slowly tapped the trigger spooling the barrel which in response to every tap the barrel turned a little quicker he stood there he knew what it was doing it was "spooling"the barrel as they say he counted the seconds he was at five seconds and it took ten seconds before it was ready to shoot he knew if he ran he might make it but if he tried to fight back his best tactic was throwing a gun at it because it took to long to transform into his wolf form and it hurt like hell so he stood there watching the machine staring into its eyes then he realized"oh s**t it has eyes....maybe if i just could"he looked at it he stopped speaking knowing it could understand him he knew it had his heart rate his I.Q everything about him he was at nine seconds he reached into an ammo pouch on his belt and drew out a flashbang grenade ten seconds he watched as the machine stopped turning the barrel letting it cool down he stood there confused then realized it was also taking time to analyze him "why just kill when you can learn to kill better" was the first thought in his head then it started "spooling"the barrel again with one hand he slowly pulled the pin out of the grenade making sure not to let the small handle that caused the grenade to explode pop off he stood counting again he was at five then at seven then before he knew it nine seconds into the count when he threw the grenade high up into the air it exploded with a loud bang it hurt his ears it felt like having a tank shoot right by your head he turned and ran towards the hotel he was staying in he remembered the safe path though a mine field that he had set he ran through it then stopped at the other end after running through it turning around he watched as the machine stumbled around on the ground still in a frenzy from the grenade he didnt know how it got down but it did he watched as it approached the minefield stumbling around then it fixed itself and continued its path he wached as it neared closer and closer"its now or never"is what was going through his head
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:20 pm
By now the sun had risen over the gray sky, dappling shafts of light down upon the cities ruin. A bit of the illumination touched through the dusty cracked window, making the cloud of dust that danced through the air visible to the human eye. It was this dust that rose up around the man’s face, and it was this action that tickled the inside of his nose and threatened a sneeze. He wouldn’t allow it though, for any sudden sound or movement would prove unwise and deadly. So there Gavril Shanon stood, stiff as a board with a struggle against his own natural reflexes.
Just where was he, anyways? How did he get there, and what made him decide to remain so well hidden? Well, you would be hiding too if there was a group of at least eight undead Creatures walking down the broken streets of Washington. Taking on one or two of those damned things was easy, but alone Gavril would have to rely on stealth to win his battles without the aid of his Lycan abilities. He would deny the beast growling within him for as long as he could, and so his only ally was the pistol gripped tightly in his large, rough hands. Yes, it is stubborn and stupid of him when the man could easily turn into a large wolf and tear apart his enemies, but Gavril wanted to stay sane and human, thanks.
Still, even as a human, some of the wolven traits remained. He could hear their footsteps as clearly as though they were right in front of him, and their rotting stench broke through the thick blanket of dust and tightened his stomach with ill feeling. If the dust didn’t do him in, surely the smell would! Clenching his jaw tightly, the man slowly turned his head to the side, shifting ever so slightly so that he could get a view of the road through the broken window.
Trash littered the place, cars were turned over and the buildings stood like old relics of the past, rusting and rotting away into nothing. Not too far down the street his Lycan-enhanced sight caught sight of several Undead shuffling along, moaning and moving without anything to fuel them except the need to gorge themselves. Disgusting, he thought, fighting back the growl that rose up from deep within his throat. Lifting his gun, Gavril narrowed his dark eyes through the itch of the dust, taking aim and patiently waiting until the unwanted visitors came into better range. As soon as he could make out the details of their decaying flesh, he fired, catching each of them in the head as they dropped like flies.
Had it been that easy? He couldn’t be sure the threat was over yet. Instead of smiling in victory he waited; straining his hearing for any signs of life- undead or heart still pumping- around him. Was Gavril really so lucky to have caught each of the undead square in the head? Yes, his eye sight was beyond the normal human ability, but that god awful dust hadn't exactly helped. All the man could do now was pray to any deity that would listen that, for now, the danger had passed... Oh, wa- !!!!
Damn it. He sneezed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:43 pm
{year 2247 nov 12 time 1:05 pm location Washington D.C
Mitchelle watches as the robot walks through the mine field nothing happens it walks clearly through it approaching mitchelle"oh come on your shitting me right?!"he watches as it steps closer"well thats what these are for":he pulls out a remote detonator and clicks it but nothing happens he clicks it again still nothing he sighs and puts it away he looks at the machine a low growl raising in his throat as he watches it near he shakes his head but the growing pain of transforming had already gripped his body he turns around running towards the empty hotel he looks behind him watching as the robot clears the minefield"oh come on this is so ******** unfair"he bashes the doors leading inside the hotel he looks around for the staris he sees them then he starts to run up them he gets to his first 'checkpoint'and pulls out some C-4 he sets it on the stairwell and climbs higher into the building setting more explosives as he goes then he stands at the top of the stairwell waiting for the robot to walk in.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 12:40 pm
Tony looked out upon the dead city. It was at times like these that he wondered what had happened. How had the world gone from what it was before to what it was now. We'll probably never know anyway, he thought. He was a few miles north-east of LosAngeles, and the sky scrappers looked like a great forest in the morning sun. With windows blown out and chunks missing, they looked like pine trees. The air was still thick with smoke, and light was drifting through it. Tony sighed and turned around, walking up the freeway towards the mountains.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:16 pm
GABEGabe awoke to the creaking of his hammock. He had made camp in an abandoned mall, the large iron grates made for a good fort.
He jumped out of his hammock, disturbing the dust on the floor. And reached for his pack. His canteen was completely empty after he took a drink.
He cautiously opened the grate barring the store he'd slept in. He looked down the long hall of the mall. Gabe gently closed the gate, clicking the lock in place. He walked out the far door of the mall, careful not to make too much noise. He lifted the bill of his cap and looked into the morning light, half-way obscured by the Sierras in the distance. He pushed his cap onto his head. It was time, time to leave this place and head for the hills. Maybe he could find fresh water and crops, and maybe start a tiny area of crops. He smiled and headed towards the broken-down highway.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:19 am
Tony walked amongst the burnt husks of cars and the occasional corpse. He hadn't seen any undead for at least half a mile or so, but he was staying on his toes anyway. He stopped and leaned against a burnt out SUV. Slumping to the floor he just sat against it for a long while, emotionally and physically drained. He would have cried, had he any tears left, but instead just stared blankly forward at the sun as it rose. He sat there for nearly an hour.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 10:46 am
GABEBy the time Gabe reached the highway, the sun was rising. He climbed on top of the pile of rubble marking the beginning of the road. He walked forward, knocking dust from cars still stopped on the freeway, as if someone had hit the "pause" button on a television program. Gabe laughed quietly. He hadn't seen a working TV in years, even while staying at the mall.
As he walked, the light began to scatter across the freeway, and sparkled on the cracked windows. Except for one spot. Gabe reacted quickly, drawing his machete from his pack and ducking behind an old pickup truck. He peeked from the side and saw a man. His eyes widened with realization. He stood shakily and called out. "Hey! Are you a survivor?" He waited for seconds, watching the man stare off into the horizon, hope fluttering gently in his chest.
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