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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 5:03 pm
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ]
My character name: Raffin Lambington
Character ID number: #121
Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: Stats
Faction: Prison
Rank: ???
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 5:25 pm
Character Name: Raffin Lambington
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Employment: Psychologist and amateur astronomer
Faction: District 2: Prison
Weapon: Frying pan
Character description: Strawberry blonde hair, wavy and shoulder length. Pale green eyes, a narrow face, and a long, lean body built more for defense than offense. Rounded shoulders, evidence of a great deal of leaning over, are an indication that he spends much of his time standing or sitting at a desk or a table.
+ gregarious
+ rational
+ loyal
- obsessive
- impatient
- prideful
Prompt: To Raffin's credit, the social experiment was going quite well.
He supposed this was due to any number of reasons, from the way that his subjects were reacting, to his own - admittedly rather impressive - intellect and the situations that he had set up for said subjects to participate in. Raffin quite liked sitting in the the other room, making notes off of a clipboard and wondering whether or not he'd have to do yet another experiment in order to get the proper results necessary.
But this was not one of those times, not really. He was not in a classroom, after all, nor his rather pleasant office in the midst of the city.
Instead, he was crouched in the hallway of his office building, peering around the doorway of a conference room and debating whether or not it was an adequate place to hide. Raffin had been searching for the better part of five minutes now, and he was starting to think that there was no end in sight to his scurrying attempts at keeping out of the way of everyone.
There were people in the room, one of them snarling and bloody.
"Ah," said Raffin. "Well, then."
Screams echoed down the dimly lit corridor, the lights above his head flickering as one - then all - of them went out. They had all been changed just the day before, but he supposed something must have happened to the electricity itself, or perhaps the generator had failed them. There was nothing now, except shadows that stretched out across the floor and the sounds of Raffin's co-workers yelling and the pounding of feet.
Really, Raffin thought, as he ran across to another room, narrowly avoiding someone - or something - lurching his way, this was not how he'd planned his day to go at all.
If only he had his clipboard.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:17 pm
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[spoiler][quote="OOC"][imgleft]http://frecklesaremy.rampantobsession.com/Graphics/Day0/raffintag.png[/imgleft]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Raffin Lambington
[b]Character's faction:[/b] Prison
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794147]★[/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=121]★[/url]
[b]HP:[/b] 50 / 50
[b]Weapon:[/b] Frying Pan ( 2d12 - 8 )
[b]Infection rate:[/b] 0 / 100[/quote][/spoiler]
[size=11][/size]
[spoiler][quote="OOC"][imgleft]http://frecklesaremy.rampantobsession.com/Graphics/Day0/vaudreytag.png[/imgleft]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Vaudrey Scarlett
[b]Character's faction:[/b] Monster
[b]Character's subspecies:[/b] Sphinx
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24764981]★[/url]
[b]HP:[/b] 30 / 30
[b]Weapon:[/b] Talons ( 2d6 - 6 )[/quote][/spoiler]
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