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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 9:32 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Rorrow Graves
Minis account name: SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Employment: Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
+ ~Kind - If he can help you he will.
+ ~Outspoken - He doesn't let his ideas go unheard.
- ~Submissive - Yell at him and he's going to cower.
- ~Frightful - Yes that scares him and yes he's going to run.
Appearance: Long brown hair tied into twin tails usually, green eyes. Wears glasses due to a minor depth issue. Always in baggy clothes.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes~ [mini draggy]
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
He was in his dorm room by this point, his roommate had gone out to party with a few others. His mind was wrapped up in the book he was reading. Glancing up to his calender he smiled as the weekend was coming up. Soon he would be able to return to his apartment where his elder twin waited for him. Blessing really. Even if his brother threatened to shave his head in his sleep half the time. Rolling his eyes the youth returned to his book till the lights went out. Okay...he got up and walked over to his window to look outside. everything was dark...oh...that wasn't good.
Then he heard it minutes later...screams. Feeling his fear well up the slender youth quickly grabbed his bag. Other sounds soon joined the screams and he whimpered. He had to find his friends...where were they? Something was seriously wrong now...he remembered the talk of that virus. Oh crap...what if it was more than that? A plague? Oh just his luck! He scrambled for his phone. Even if the cell towers were out he had at least 24hrs worth of battery to use the flashlight function...right?
He hoped he could find his friends...he had to get to his brother.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 9:39 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Missing-in-Action (Mad Mia)
Minis account name: Marosa
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Employment: N/A
Faction: Prison
If ported to another faction, please keep with Azure Desiderium and Merubee's characters, please and thank you!
Character description: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and green eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head. You can TELL he's crazy because of how often he looks around him in a rather strange manner, but one has to admit that there's no wonder why he's still left alive after the zombie invasion started.
Two things that you can negatively count on for Mia to act upon, as twitchy and insane as he seems, is being crazy and unpredictable. Sometimes he'll swear things are there when they're not, and probably lead others into a worse situation depending on how he freaks out, if at all. His freaking out will lead to babbling out loud or trains of thoughts that become babbling out loud - it's how he tries to deal with it.
Despite his underlying crazy, Mia is very loyal to those he deems as friends, and intelligent despite all the crazy - think a mad scientist kind of intelligent. If he focuses enough on the task at hand, he might be able to solve almost anything. But that's if he doesn't have anything distracting him, or calling to his crazy.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Mia had recently been let out of jail for his petty crimes, of which his insanity had led him to steal a few things. Just a bit of food, no more, no less - it was his twitchy hand that got him into trouble, and even now it was twitching to actually do something. Oblivious to him, he'd picked up the food items and gotten sidetracked, babbling quietly to himself as he walked right out the door, not realizing what he'd done - which only led to a night or two in jail, nothing serious. A slap on the wrist, at most.
He'd been let out earlier that day, his things given back to him with a stern warning/lecture. It didn't take him long to start the trip back to his house, tugging slightly on his scarves to allow for more breathing room around his neck.
Maybe it was his crazy talking, or maybe it was the way people kept walking around that made him feel unsure about his surroundings, but he kept jerking his head around and thinking he saw things that weren't there right when he looked, and it only made him more uneasy.
And then he saw a human bite into another human.
That s**t wasn't right.
Mia had forgotten his name a long time ago, and so he went by Mia - Missing-In-Action. It fit rather well, because he was often times found where he wasn't supposed to be, missing from a place where he was supposed to be. He didn't have many friends, but the friends he did have he couldn't find anywhere.
Taking off running, Mia kept his wits about him, already breathing hard from a minor panic attack. Just what the hell was happening? He hoped his friends were okay - at least, the ones he knew. Maybe he could make new friends. Maybe he could be helpful?
Maybe as helpful as a stick in the mud? Those were useful sometimes, but he didn't know what they'd be useful for.
Pressing his hands together, Mia exerted a breath and tried to calm his wandering mind and soothe his rapidly beating heart, not wanting to have a heart attack or even something close to a heart attack - he wanted to be in a rational mindset, which was very hard when his mind kept racing about possible scenarios that could possibly happen with what he just saw.
"I may or may not have just seen a zombie. I may or may not have witnessed the first zombie. Maybe it already ate brains for breakfast and is now eating dessert, but maybe it's a mathematician and is calculating its next move and is after me right now-" He jerked to the side and looked, dodging a slow zombie arm and hearing a groan of discomfort after him.
He may or may not have screamed.
Mia pressed his palms to his eyelids and rubbed them, babbling and unable to stop.
"Maybe we're all dead and just delaying the inevitable, and maybe we're all going to become zombies and urge ever closer to eating brains and becoming stupider. No! NO!" He ran faster, his heart in his throat.
He wasn't okay at all.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:05 pm
 ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Enna
Minis account name: Kaineferu
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Employment: Teavana
Faction: District 4: Mall
Character description:
• Caring
• Patient
◘ Critical
◘ Blunt
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: "Come on... Just a little more..."
Enna had tried multiple times to try and not make it a habit in watching the small digital clock in the corner of the computerized register she used during her shift. It wasn't uncommon for her to be the last to close up at the end of the night. The store wasn't especially large and they only had registers to close up. Even with her co-worker having offered to stay, it wasn't like she had much power in saying 'sure, why not' to such an offer. Hours were few.
But now, with having dragged her hands down her face for, what had to be to twenty-billionth time, she wish she had that managerial power. There was still sweeping to do, money to count and... That was a strange way to walk? Enna wouldn't be one to voice out such a thing but she couldn't help the eyebrow raise at the sort of shambling motion she was witnessing of someone walking by the entrance of the shop.
Okay, time to close up. She had been hearing more and more disturbing rumors of people becoming violent and exhibiting several weird signs. Whatever it was, she didn't have time for it.
Enna swiftly rounded the counter she had been leaning on for some time with a short but thick chain that her and her co-workers used to lock up the store. She inserted the key on her key chain into the lock, unlocked it and encircled the chain around the door hands from inside. She still needed to count and she didn't fancy being out of a job.
The young woman jumped back, falling onto her backside after someone flattened their palm against her door. Wide cerulean eyes peered up at the person that had seemed to want to get in. But she wasn't entirely sure and didn't care all that much either. They were closed.
"Sorry! We're closed up!" She called back after getting to her feet and dusting herself off a bit with a scowl. Her words didn't seem to do much as they banged on the door, slowly but still enough to be annoying with the same blank look she had first noticed on their face. Enna gave a rather speculating gaze before grabbed the register shelves and went into the back. She did not trust this situation right now.
What continued to disturb her was that she was now hearing screams echoing through out the mall she was working in. After securing the shelves in the back, she peeked her head out for a moment to see that her 'friend' was gone but she was noticing there were more than the usual amount of people at such an hour. It didn't strike her as terrifying until she saw someone get tackled by several others. Yup. Nope.
Enna promptly shut the door to the shop's backdoor and hunkered down. There was no way she was dealing with that. Not without something to help her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:14 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Scott Winfield-Kimura
Minis account name: GhoulsMinis
Age: 22
Gender: Male ♂
Employment: Student
Faction: District 1 - University
Character description: Scott Winfield-Kimura is, quite frankly, the epitome of sarcasm and non-chalance. Having grown up in a wealthy home where not only was he provided with everything a growing boy needed, but also everything he wanted; Scott has rarely known the turmoil that life can occasionally thrust toward the more unfortunate. He is spoiled, and he is arrogant. Unable to connect with his peers, he tends to see himself as being "above" everything and everyone around him. Nothing is ever quite good enough for Scott. He has few interests, and though he does indeed have a number of friends- his popularity is one earned mostly by his good looks and wealth. Effort is something he rarely puts forth- in his schooling, his relationships, and even his every day life. He's attending university only to please his mother, of which he has quite a close relationship with. Currently, his major is psychology- though he's constantly considering a change. If one were to dig a little deeper, they may be able to unearth some of Scott's innermost feelings- the aching loneliness brought forth by his inability to connect, the depression caused by his lack of motivation and interest in the world around him. He's a young man with an endless amount of possibilities laid out before him, but he can't quite find the energy needed to invest.
He is dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent. He is tall and lithe; a build brought forth by a good metabolism and his tendency to wander for lengthy periods of time on his longboard or on foot. He has an affinity for cut-off skinny jeans and comfortably fitting tank-tops; most of his clothing has been obtained from various skate and surf labels- despite the fact that he does not surf, and he only uses his longboard to get around campus.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
The lights go out just as Scott's front wheels come into contact with a raised bit of sidewalk. He stumbles from his longboard, just barely able to keep himself upright and cursing when one of his flip flops rip painfully away from his foot. He'd been warned millions of times that sneakers were much more fit for longboarding, but he'd always been one to prefer his flip flops more. Swathed in darkness, Scott reaches for his phone and flicks on the flashlight feature- narrowing dark eyes as he searches the sidewalk for his missing piece of footwear. When he finds it, he frowns. The strap of it had finally worn down and torn. A sigh leaves his lips as he removes the other unbroken one and tosses them both into the trash. He had a couple other pairs in his dormroom, anyway.
As he turns back towards his longboard, a woman rushes past him. He frowns. She didn't look like she was exercising... then, another woman- her shirt torn at the collar and her feet bare. She had a panicked look in her eyes as she hurtled towards him, her long hair falling from her loosely-made bun and flying out behind her.
"Run, idiot!" She yells. "They're coming! They're coming!" When she passes him, their shoulders connect painfully, but she doesn't stop to apologize. Scott frowns, rubbing the place where their bones had cracked together and squinting into the darkness from which she had emerged. He'd never had the best eyesight, and so it took him a few minutes to adjust... but, then, he saw them. A mass of people moving towards him; all in various states of disarray as they ran, clumsily, in his direction. One man towards the edge of the pack stumbled and fell; he began screaming as another of the crowd launched onto him- blood bubbling and frothing from their mouth as they tore at him. Almost immediately, adrenaline flooded through Scott's veins. Abandoning his longboard he turned and he ran. He'd heard the rumors, after all. About the unexplained virus that turned people into lunatics. He hadn't thought them real... until now.
His long legs carry him quite easily through the chaotic crowd- he dodges the ones that were obviously contaminated, and shoves his way forward. As he makes his way across campus, the world around him seems to get worse and worse. By the time he makes it to the dorms, it's in absolute chaos. Students screaming as they're overcome by the infected, fires spewing from the windows of buildings and catching onto the greenery of the courtyard. Scott's lungs ached in his chest, but still he refused to stop running. He made it to his dormitory and burst through the entrance, thankful that his own room was located on the first floor as he shoved himself inside and locked the door behind him. His chest felt tight, his eyes darting around the room for something he could use to protect himself... when he noticed the window, already shattered, he gasped and thrust himself forward- wasting no time in shoving his wardrobe forward in order to cover the opening. Perhaps he could hide here... help, after all, would surely come... wouldn't it?
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:29 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Saul Goodman (LOL)
Minis account name: Rathurue
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Employment: IKEA
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description: A man almost past his prime with unhealthy obsession of DIY projects. If there's something that can be made with household appliances, you can assume he had it made long ago. Currently a plutonium-short of making homemade nuclear reactor; the same reason he was divorced.
Positive:
*Innovator: Can make almost anything provided you can give him the ingredients. Please don't ask how broken fan+broken RC+broken vacuum motor = lawnmower or sugar+flour+pepper = handmade plastic explosive. Just...don't.
*Relied Upon: Do you need anything fixed? Do you need anything improved? Better call Saul! Despite his quirkiness, as long as you can catch him between his shifts and...'experiments' he can help you with things, from setting up a party to making an impromptu bugging device to find who's your husband has been visiting. If he can't help you directly, straightly quoted "I know a man who knows how."
Negative:
*Worrymart: Carries many worries about almost everything. Ozone layers, his receding hairline, Global warming, his beer-belly...
*One-track mind: There's no 'later' or 'something else' in his mind. If he wanted something done, he must do it instantly; he will not accept detours or anything until his current task is completed.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: (( This is your DAY ZERO entry prompt. Please write 100 - 500 words (shortish) to the prompt below and respond to it (delete this part and only write the prompt):
WHAT.
Simply WHAT is going on?
This is a normal day, a normal night like all nights. After he came back home from his shift, and started tinkering with the unfinished garden lamp project he has been working for around two days, suddenly the lights on his house turned off. Did he do something that made the breaker flip?
No, he didn't use his plasma cutter this time. Only drills and electric saw.
So what's the problem? He opened the garage shutter and looked around.
Darkness. Everywhere there was darkness-not only his house, but the neighbors', the streetlights-all was not shining. Is there something wrong with the transformer again, he thought. It was just last week they got a blackout just like this.
When suddenly, panicked voices can be heard all around. The shouts are incomprehensible, some filled with pure terror while the others sounds like they're highly agitated. Between the shrill screams, he can hear another voice-humming? No, this is...growling?
Taking a flashlight from the emergency cabinet, he shone upon the strange sound, and almost pissed his pants.
Ripped open flesh. Spilling guts. Torn arm.
But this man-shaped creature still walked calmly, tottering left and right due to the unbalanced mass. He can see another creature seemingly crouching at the ground, doing something...he turned his flashlight to the direction-
And he puked.
The creature was eating. What was it eating?
A human.
The recognition strikes almost instantly, and his knees became weaker than jelly. After emptying the burrito to his garage's floor, he quickly...
Quickly...
-what was he doing???
VRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
With a loud roar, the vehicle parked inside the garage was revved. This car is not his', but rather an old piece he was tasked to restore. The '78 Chevy 454 roared, fulfilling the promise to stay tough.
Putting the gear into reverse, he slammed the mass of steel into incoming creatures, before doing a 180 drift and took off.
Behind the wheels, only one line keep replaying in his head like a broken record.
"This isn't a dream right?"
He turned the cassette on to lessens some tension; what a joke.
Because the song it was playing is "Thriller."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:40 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: THE MIGHTY MOOSE
Minis account name: Ravvlet
Age: Who knows? Appears to be in early 30s in human years.
Gender: Male
Employment: Pro Wrestler
Faction: Apartments
Character description: THE MIGHTY MOOSE is an enigma. A mystery. Who is that man beast, barreling into the ring clad only in a speedo and a moose head? No one knows. Except maybe the guy who signs his paychecks.
MIGHTY: They don't call him the "MIGHTY" moose for nothing. THE MOOSE has it all - if 'it all' is ripped biceps and abs that put the Himalayans to shame. His pecs are so monumental that you could eat poutine out the massive crevasse between them.
MOOSE HEAD: THE MOOSE is known for charging into situations regardless of the odds. THE MOOSE fears no mortal man. THE MOOSE is not afraid to tackle any obstacle, regardless of his state of undress. All he needs is a good pair of boots and his protective device.
TUNNEL VISION: It is really hard to see when your head inside a moose mask. Or talk. Or hear anything. THE MOOSE mostly just navigates by punching anything in his vicinity. Violence first, questions later.
MYSTERY: Who is the moose? Does he have any drug allergies? Does he have a preexisting medical condition? Friends or family to use as a legal guardian or primary caregiver? Where does he keep his wallet? THE MOOSE doesn't know. He may or may not have suffered one or more serious concussions that have left his long term memory a bit fuzzy.
Do I own any characters in the shop? YES
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was late, and the street outside the apartments empty and quiet. THE MOOSE was out walking his dog, SMALLER MOOSE, or Snookerbooples for short.
"DOES LITTLE MISTER BOOPLES NEED TO TAKE A TINKLY WINKLY?" a voice issued, muffled by the rather uncomfortable and dank mask.
He did indeed need to make tinkly winkly, and began doing so on a handy bush. THE MOOSE wished they could afford finer dwellings, but the pay for doing children's parties wasn't too great and he had long since forgotten Dear Mumsy's phone number. He placed his hands on his hips, leaning forward and flexing in the cool lamplight when -
Tink. Darkness.
Mister Booples whined uncertainly.
"HUH," shout-spoke THE MOOSE, who was still in costume from a client* earlier that day. "I GUESS WE SHOULD HEAD BACK IN FOR SOME SNUGGLY WUGGLIES."
YAP, agreed the chubby pug, and away they went, rounding the corner and very nearly walking into an altercation. A groaning man, foaming at the mouth, had his arms firmly locked around another resident and was preparing to sink his teeth into her.
"HEL-" she began, then saw his costume and thought better of it, before shrieking in pain and terror as the shuffling stranger bit into her jugular.
THE MOOSE did not know what happened next, because Mr. Booples chose that moment to bolt in the opposite direction.
"LITTLE MOOSE, NO!" was THE MOOSE'S devastated cry. He took off running, chasing after the barely-seen little pug street after street. He began noticing after some time that he was having to shove more than the usual number of hapless civilians out of his way. Also, it kind of smelled like burning and everyone was screaming.
And then something truly terrible happened.
A shuffling figure grabbed up the chubby and, at this point, quite winded pug. He bit him experimentally before grunting disgustedly and dropping him down a manhole.
"NOOOOOOO! MY HANDSOME LITTLE MAN," THE MOOSE cried, descending into the sewer post haste.
But it was too late. His snuggly boopersnoodles was washed away, and now he stood thigh-deep in the twilight gloom of the city's wastewater, clad in nothing but a speedo and his protective device.*Jemima Smith, turning age 5. She asked him to do his signature move (The Moose Knuckler) eighteen times, until her mother fainted and her father told him it was 'time for him to go'. exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:05 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Jaxon Brown
Minis account name: izumi tenshi
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Employment: N/A he's a prison inmate
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description:
Height: 6' 2"
Build: Athletic with a muscular build
Skin color: Tan
Hair: Shoulder length and messy
Facial hair: Full stubble or little more the five o clock shadow
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Green
Identifying marks: Scar running an inch from the corner of his right mouth down.
Positive Traits:
1) Once he sets his mind to something he never gives up.
2) He is vary adaptable, able to change to fit any situation and good at making things with what he has.
Negative Traits:
1) He is harsh. Meaning he tends to talk with an attitude or like hes angry. Not surprising since he comes from the prison.
2) He is compulsive
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"Hey! Shut the hell up!" Jaxon shouted as he kicked the bars. "Some people are tryin ta sleep!"
It had been another long day in this god forsaken hole and like hell he was going to let these guys ruin the only sleep he got. After his little outburst it seemed to have calmed down a bit. Shifting in his bed, he closed his eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. He woke a few hours latter to shouting in the distance and people talking. He groaned as he sat up. The shouting the coming from down the block. It was obvious that something was going on... but what?
"What the hell?"
Suddenly the lights shut off and the cell doors opened signaling some kind of power failure. With the doors now open, inmates began flooding out and running down the halls as if they were running from someone. Jaxon tried to get information about what was going on but it wasn't clear. Even the guards were scared. He glanced back int he direction everyone was running from and could just make out what looked like fighting. A riot then? Well that was fine with him. He didn't want to stay in this place any way.
Jaxon followed the rest of his cell block though the prison, helping to take out what guards he could that tried to stop them. Once outside he kept running until he was a good distance away. Coming to a stop he stood there for a moment trying to catch his breath. After that he realized something wasn't right. All the lights on the street were out and people were still running and screaming. Then out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone stumbling or shambling toward him. He had heard from the people he had escaped with about some kind of infection.
He warned the man to stay back but he kept coming and the closer he got the more he realized that he wasn't right. The next thing he knew the guy was trying to tear into him with his teeth. Luckily Jaxon managed to get away. He ran down the street passing by more people who were being attacked. Right now he needed to get some where and figure out what the hell was going on.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:37 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Rich Filth
Minis account name: Carhop Calvalier
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Employment: Mall Security Officer
Faction: District 4, Mall
Character description: Average height, more than a little gaunt, salt and pepper hair slicked back with what may be sweat or hair product. Rich Filth is a transplant from Kansas, and he looks the part with a farmer's tan, ruddy features, bright green eyes, and scratchy beard.
+ Moral Compass Points North: Officer Rich does his gosh darned best to do right by the world and himself, generally treating everyone like A Good Person. Helps old ladies across streets, bakes pies for new neighbors, gets kittens out of trees; your typical Eagle Scout.
+ Born Leader: Rich Filth has a charisma about him that inspires most, and is probably just downright annoying to people who are UNAMERICAN. Which would be everyone, since this is Canada. The way Filth speaks is encouraging, and he gives off an aura of knowing just what he's doing.
- Controlling: Rich needs to be the one who makes executive decisions; his way is best, any other methods are flawed and will just result in substandard results. Officer Filth will get very upset and snippy if people don't agree with his methods, and when in his moods will be much like a wounded dog.
- Hasty: When you think with your emotions first and your brain last, things tend to go a little bonkers. Rich says he left the force to be a mall cop because of his daughter's birth, but some of his friends back in Kansas suspect it had to do with his last assignment, in which a bad call ended up with his best friend and partner in a coma.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: His shift started at 9:30 PM, on the dot, and Officer Filth was never one to be late to work, with a crisply ironed uniform shirt and starched black slacks, the golden badge proclaiming "MALL SECURITY" pinned right above his heart, his company's name etched into a label on the other pectoral. Mall cops were not given lethal force (a missing, familiar weight Officer Filth found himself absently looking for most days), but they did get really sweet hats.
That sweet hat, somehow, stayed on Officer Filth's head during the entire episode. The screams began as soon as the lights went down, and the rest was a haze of blood, fire, and the dead. Shambling, rotten, shriveled cadavers moved toward them in a viscous glob of horror, ever expanding as more and more patrons fell.
Rich Filth did what any sensible person would do - he ran. Filth crashed into kiosks and knocked over displays before finally ducking into a clothing store, bowled over racks of lacy underthings, and scrambled into a dressing room booth. He gave a sigh of relief when the booth had a locking door, and after locking it climbed up onto a plush pink chair, hoping the shamblers weren't observant enough to notice him not so subtly throwing a mint green thong, previously stuck to his boot, over the door.
He wasn't in Kansas anymore.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:58 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Michael Kidman
Minis account name: Blade kuroda
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Employment: Police Officer (rookie)
Faction: 3
Character description: Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'11. He's optimistic and one who's usually willing to help out. However, he's a bit of a wise guy and doesn't always takes things as serious as he should.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Michael made his way along the street, carrying a duffelbag filled with his things. After his first day of work at the precinct, he was ready to head on home. Before he could reach where he had parked his car, he paused as the lights all around suddenly cut out. Odd... it wasn't storming. What was with the blackout?
It didn't end there. Soon, people all around had gone into a state of panic. He turned, trying to figure out what was happening. Someone ran right into him, practically bowling him over, and forcing him to drop his bag. Michael had to quickly roll out of the way as a few others stampeded on by, screaming and shouting.
He heard someone crying about the 'infected'. Wait. What?
As he brought himself up to his feet, he spotted some figures in the darkness, attacking someone.
"Hey! What are you doing? Cut that out!" he shouts. The figures turn, and it was then that he realized something was far more wrong with these people. Their flesh was twisted. Decayed.
He took a step back.
Was there a zombie event going on in the city and he didn't know about it? The precinct surely would have said something about that, right? Especially since some people could get a little... overboard. No. That didn't seem right. He shook his head, then turned to run. The bag with his things was nowhere to be found now. He needed a place to hide. Just long enough so he can get a handle of what the hell was happening.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 12:16 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: (Granny) Gracie Smith avi
Minis account name: phantompanther13
Age: 60
Gender: female
Employment: Retired house wife (Widow)
Faction: 4 Mall.
Character description:
Cranky - Get out of my Garden! My kids never visit me!
Competitive- Die Alliance scum!
Forgetful- now where did I leave my keys?
meticulous- Her house is organized to a science. And she keeps a tight watch on her schedule. Can't miss Wednesday bingo night. (Yet she still manages to misplace things.)
A sense of completion to her life. She raised her 2.5 kids, and recently lost her husband. Gracie is on the end half of her life. She still kicking though. Now that her job is done she has decided to let loose and live however she wants too.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"Hey I paid my power bill." Cranky and holding her back, Granny Smith stepped out into her lawn only to see a kid jump the fence and run through. "Get away from my roses!" she yelled at the teen running through. What was the commotion? Did a car crash into the power pole? She adjusted her glasses trying to see as she pulled her robe closer.
The shouts came closer and she squinted into the darkness. There was more shouts and her neighbor down the street, Francis was it? Or was that Gregory. she couldn't tell in the dark came and grabbed her hand. "Mrs. Smith Run."
"I ain't run in 20 years, I ain't running now." she cringed as her slippers met with Grass. "These are new!"
"The infected are coming."
The what now?" suddenly she was one slumping across the street. "Oh lordy!" she raced inside, and grabbed her purse and her late husband's glock. She turned and shot at the intruder who came into her house, crashing right through her french doors. One shot, two, She hit it but it keep on coming. "Oh lordy!" she turned again and raced out the back. She didn't know where Cody or whatever his name went, but she certainly ran, like she hadn't in 20 years. exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 1:56 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Rinko
Minis account name: LilyMoon
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
A bookworm, she has a head for random information. After Day Zero, she is skittish. Hard to sneak up on, Rinko now has a hair-trigger reflex, & might attack allies who startle her. With the loss of her glasses, she is now half-blind. To make matters worse, she was wounded in the left eye. At least being left-handed means attacking her blind side is not as easy as it seems. An introvert, Rinko doesn't like interacting with people. A frequent daydreamer, prefers quiet spots. She has a soft spot for juniors & kids, reminds her of her various cousins.
Reference. Normal-looking, half-Asian female, about 1.7m in height. Prefers wearing long-sleeved baggy/comfy clothes, jeans & sport shoes.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No (Is questing for one counted?)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
You were heading back to the Dorms from a late visit to the Library when it started. It is around 10 o'clock when all the lights suddenly disappears. That is the last time you see the lights, or electricity. Confused, you hurry back to your unit. Just before the building, something lurch at you. A last second jerk probably save your life, though the left side of your face begs to differ. Kicking away the shadow, you made a run for your unit, key already out before the attack. A few panicked seconds later, you managed to get your trembling self into your current home, locking the door & pushing your bookshelves in front of it. You slammed shut all windows, before finally slumping in the kitchen area. Your face stung. Time to bandage your wound, looks like whatever attacked you had really sharp nails. You really want to just roll up & cry till everything is over, but if you start, you might never stop. You prefer trying survive... whatever this is.
The screaming started soon after.
exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 4:05 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Tyler Burgess
Minis account name: Phiferwolf
Age: 26
Gender: Female (Androgynous)
Employment: Contractor
Faction: 3 Apartments
Character description: 5'7", decent build of a contractor. However, she prefers "he, him, his" pronouns. Tends to drink a lot. A rather charming smile. Long hair to one side under a ratty beanie with gray-blue eyes. Tell her she can't do something, she'll sock you in the face and prove to you that she can do it. Then sock you again.
GOOD:
- Construct most anything, if not, jerry-rig it
- Smiles a lot, let his smile charm you!
Bad:
- Drinks a lot.
- He can get loud when passionate about something.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Where is Sarah? She's at the hospital. She's working a double shift at the detox center. She's been there since eight this morning. She called me during her afternoon break. She was suppose to call me when she left work an hour ago. Still no call. Where is Sarah? s**t... I am too far from home. I just abandoned my work truck with all my tools in it. And here I am hiding on a damn rooftop. Tyler gritted his teeth as he stared down at the fire escape that he had used to scale the six story apartment building. He was so far gone from home, his trailer wasn't even visible from this height. His dogs are probably freaking out. Sarah is not responding to his calls. All around him are screams, banging doors, cries for help, and car alarms. This chaos... this is worse than any fictional story on Sci-fi he has ever seen. This was real. He stared down at the fire escape before dislodging it from the side of the building.
exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 4:06 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Gilda Farrell
Minis account name: Baneful
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Employment: Psychologist
Faction: Prison District
Character description: Appearance - Tall, slender, with killer heels and a sweep of long flaxen blonde hair and well-maintained makeup, Gilda is a rather severe looking woman with rich amber eyes. Rarely seen out of her formal attire, she looks born to wear it.
+ Meticulous
+ Strong
- Proud
-Rude
Good attention to detail and fastidious ability to work are two of Gilda's positive traits related to her very meticulous nature, she works efficiently and well but can sometimes become rather cocky in how she interprets the rules to suit herself. She is not averse to taking advantage of a situation if the situation warrants it, and takes a somewhat unprofessional attitude towards the trust invested in her by her patients. Likewise if she doesn't like sometime there is a good chance she might well be very thorough in making someone's life a living hell.
Fit and healthy despite her relatively sedentary work lifestyle, Gilda makes sure that she takes care of herself and keeps fit in between work hours often found in the exercise break rooms in the facility. She did not take on the role at the prison without a certain degree of awareness that she could find herself in very dangerous situations if she was not both physically alert and aware of her surroundings and security protocols, but challenges were never something she was afraid of.
Pride wins out over all else with this lady, always very snappily dressed and co-ordinated, she wears even the standard issue attire with finesse. However, despite the positive effects this aspect of her has on her work ethic and appearance, she is prone to over-work and finds it exceedingly difficult to co-operate with others or to ask for help. She thinks highly of herself and her capabilities and any evidence to the contrary is crushing. She respects authority only when she considers authority more qualified or competent than herself (a rare fear) and is very strictly regimented in all aspects of her life.
Gilda spends a great deal of her time informing other people that her time is money and when not in her particular work mode where she is actively listening to the problems of her charges, she is rather averse to finding herself in the emotional confidence of anyone else. She does not enjoy sharing the burdens of others and will drive people away to avoid having to deal with this if need be and particularly enjoys lording her position of privilege over the inmates in her care.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
The power going out in the prison was not a joke, it was not some trivial failure of the power grid, it meant a complete loss of control of the precarious situation that was the human zoo she worked at. It was a thing which made Gilda's gut twist and panic light up her eyes, even if the rest of her expression remained level. She set down her pen on the table with a click in the now suddenly dim lights.
"That should not happen. Obviously." she said to the inmate across from her, her tone sharp and accusing, as if all of this was somehow his fault.
"It looks like this session is over." If she had been in the company of someone else, anyone else, she might have found herself in danger, suddenly shut in her office with a dangerous and unpredictable prisoner. As it was, she was not afraid but entirely in control.
She moved to the door, only to unlock it and peer around the frame, irritable at the hurried, panicked voices who had failed in their job and interrupted /hers/. They mentioned the infected and the godforsaken virus which had everyone in such a tizzy with nothing at all confirmed. She narrowed her eyed and shut the door with a click.
"Actually." she said, always a stickler for the rules and always determined to maintain her own standards even if no one else would. "We have time, I doubt anyone is going to hurry you back to your cell when they have the dangerous people to worry about." She patted her visitor's head because she could, because no one was able to stop her when the guards had been called off in fear of a riot. She was perhaps foolish, but she was not afraid, there was nothing to fear, they'd get back and everything would be normal, as always and someone would be in trouble for their tremendous ******** up.
It was only when it really was time to have the man taken back to his cell that she realised that everything had been uncannily quiet for much, much too long. There should have been sirens, someone should have come to check up on her and her ward, it smelled like the slow disintegration of the rules and as such of the failsafes that made up this very dangerous job.
She didn't re-secure her captive in his restraints, spotting a distant glow from her office window which touched on some raw and animal nature that lit up her synapses with the word FIRE.
"You will stay with me." she said, clipped and definitive, but underpinned with perhaps some uncharacteristic glimmer of worry.
It was only when they came to the yard, where some prisoners had been let out for exercise that she knew something was horribly, horribly wrong. It had become more than just a pen filled with irritable and bored human beings, now it was a cage, filled with creatures more like some primal nightmare than modern human, turned atavistic in their feralness, some which should not have been alive at all. Some were still alive, few were still sentient. They screamed to open the gate, to let them out.
She did not. It was too late for that.
Perhaps it was too late for everything.
exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 4:32 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Elliot Orford
Minis account name: Lolly
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Employment: Executive Chef
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description:
+ Optimistic; Elliot generally tries to see the best out of every situation. He's found that, working in his industry, it's best to turn something bad into something good instead of standing around yelling. He always tries to keep spirits high and is often making jokes.
- Vulgar; Unfortunately for some, he's quite vulgar. Call it 'chef humor' nothing is out of bounds and this may rub some (read: most) people the wrong way. He doesn't mean to be insensitive, it's just how he is. It's likely he'll make awkward jokes about current situations. Puns will be involved I am not sorry.
+ Reliable; You can always depend on Elliot. If something needs to be done, he'll get it done or he'll try his hardest.
- Impatient; That being said, he can be impatient. If you constantly fail and refuse to listen or learn he'll lose his temper. If you take advantage of him and ask him to do every little thing he's gonna slap you. He hates watching someone doing something over and over and complaining about it but not stopping. That kinda thing.
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Michael is tall (6'0") with a slim, athletic but doesn't need to work out cause he's that kind of a*****e build. His hair is light brown and is enough to tie back and he wears it in a man bun (no ragrets). Often seen with a dopey grin.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Elliot was the last to leave Ecco - as he was most nights before the weekend. He had to finish the ordering for next week, finalise rosters and finalise a menu for a special dinner. The lights - and subsequently the power - flickered off and he leant back in his chair. Perhaps it was a sign - he was working too hard again. He picked up his backpack, knives packed safely inside and did one more sweep of the kitchen. He paused at the fridge for a moment - he was unsure how long the power would be out for and wondered if he should try and save some of the items.
He made it half way down the street when he realised the shouts were now screams - panic, terror, horror. He picked up the pace a little, pulling his bag closer to his body. Ahead he saw a figure and in the gleam of the moonlight he saw blood. They saw him and for a moment, their head cocked before they turned to someone closer and launched.
The sound was sickening - thud, thud, thud. Screaming, gasping, gurgling. Squelch. Elliot stood for what seemed like eternity and then his legs were moving and his body was turning and he was running back to the only place he knew - back to his restaurant. He fumbled with they keys and heard more screams, squeezing inside the door before it was even opened fully and slamming it shut. The lock clicked and in his frenzy, he wasn't certain it would help. He dropped his bug and dragged the tables over, turning them over and pushing them as close to the doors and windows as he could get.
His knees gave way and he fell onto all fours, emptying his dinner onto the floor. Thud. Squelch.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 6:49 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Maria Giorgi
Minis account name: Elyessi
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Employment: Receptionist for the Psychiatric Ward
Faction: 2 (Prison)
Character description: Maria grew up wanting to help anyone and anything around her. She always has had a strong sense of Empathy, being moved by emotions of those around her and finding it easy to connect on the same level. As a result, she has shaped herself into a Benevolent person, striving to get into a career where she can help others. Although she has the best intentions, many see her as Meddlesome when she pries and tries to solve issues well beyond her control. She often becomes Desperate to help fix others, going beyond the regular calling and finding it hard to recognize when she needs to give up...this desperation will impact a lot of her decisions during the meta.
Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing. She'd rather keep it professional and simple than throw on a pair of dangling earrings.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Rubbing her hands, Maria glanced around the parking lot as she walked away from the ward. It was getting late, just around 10pm, and she meant to leave sooner. Unfortunately, a new group of inmates had entered the facility, which meant more paperwork for everyone on call. It took some time, but she got everything done which meant she would return in the morning with little to do. It was a small success, but she'd take it.
Pulling out her keys, she just reached for her car when the air seemed to crack and the parking lot lights cut off. Jumping, she looked around the near-empty lot and let out a groan. If the power was out, that meant the gates also would be out. Unfortunately, the generator really wouldn't power the area, so she would be forced to wait until things cut back in. Soon, she would discover that what seemed to be an inconvenience would really lengthen her life.
Sitting near her car, she rotated running the battery so she had some lights and the radio. It wouldn't take long before the news cut in and reports began to fill the air. Chaos, Fires, and Monsters lined the streets of the city, and at first she couldn't believe it. But then she heard the screams, and the moans, and in the darkness her headlights caught shadows outside of the fence.
She cut her car off and ran for the doors.
Banging on the doors of the facility, a security guard quickly let her in and demanded to know why she was outside. Inmates were fighting in some cells, and it was all hands on deck for a lockdown. The alarm didn't go off because the power was shot, but he seemed to lack sympathy as he dragged her to an inner room. Until the generators could be turned on, which was a dangerous task with those that were...infected...they would be stuck waiting in the dark.
Rubbing her arms and glancing toward the guards, Maria felt her pulse begin to race. She did not want this dark, corrupt place to be the last thing she saw. Hiding was a necessity, but so was life, and she would make sure she would get out and see the light of another day.
exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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