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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:08 pm
STUFF WILL GO HERE...
Eventually.
8<
But a note on Powers~
Any and all are 100% at the discretion of staff XD
Nothing is finalized here, so I'd actually appreciate any crits anyone wants to send my way oAo;;;
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:10 pm
 Type xxxxxxxxL4D OC Name xxxxxxxxDominusGender xxxxxxxxMale Age xxxxxxxxIt is presumed he was around 25 when he was first infected. Race xxxxxxxxInfected or Hunter Sexuality xxxxxxxxHave fun figuring that out B/ Rank xxxxxxxxNew Patient Personality xxxxxxxxNeedless to say, Dominus' appearance and name are the least of his changes since becoming infected with the Green Flu. Once a prideful and confident man, he is now- ....well, he's actually changed little in that regard. Only instead what he is proud and cocky about. While his appearance and physical prowess used to be at the forefront along with his motorcycle hobbies - and illegal jobs - nowadays he more prefers his body count, gore meeter, and... his physical prowess.
Be it time or even perhaps a further mutation of the Infection, Dominus seems to posses a higher intelligence than most Hunters he's come across. His ability to contemplate situations, understand that Action A will cause Reaction A before he can do Action B - or even being able to think beyond just Action A - gave him a clear edge back in Fairfield when hunting Survivors or other Infected. Though he shares the bloodlust and cannibalistic thrills of his Hunter brethren, Dom used his intelligence to aid in his newfound favorite hobby of lounging about, perching himself in key locations where food is most likely to stumble into his waiting claws. Like the Safe Rooms - you'd be surprised how many Survivors don't check the rooms before blundering into them alone.
Dominus is an a**. He takes supreme enjoyment out of scaring the s**t out of his prey before giving them a slow death. Games of Catch-and-Release are also great fun for him. He's even discovered his hoarse vocals can produce a growly, cackle of a laugh, giving an even more twisted aspect to his "games."
Height xxxxxxxx6'1" Body xxxxxxxxLithe, with some muscle definition in his torso and arms. The mutation gave him extra muscle in his legs, but it can be pretty easily assumed he used to work out before catching the Green Flu. It should also be noted, his skin... is a pretty nice shade of gray due to being oh so.... dead? Mutated? Whatever the Infected are, he is. Covered in blood and grime, with his nails having long since morphed into claws perfect to grab onto surfaces as he prowls around or rip into prey, there isn't much of him left these days that isn't blood stained somehow. Hair xxxxxxxxPitch black, it is short cut and rather messy. No brushes for this dude, it's constantly hoodie-hair for him. Eyes xxxxxxxxDue to being... well, a rabies infested zombie of sorts, his once vibrant green eyes are now cloudy and dull. His left eye is also dead and rather infected, taking on a darker, muddy tint to it. He is blind in this eye, and one could probably argue that the organ is rotting, but how that differs from the rest of him has yet to be seen. Attire xxxxxxxxA black hoodie is the most obvious part of him, with some strange tribal markings in white. Some duct tape is wrapped around his left wrist. Gray jeans have clearly seen better days, ripped and torn and mended by wrapping duct tape around them again and again -namely where the scars on his legs can be located. Black belts wrap around his legs just above his knees, connected together by a strip of the same material. Steel-toe boots finish off his outfit, once black with orange straps across it, they've become rather grungy looking much like the rest of his clothes. A black dog collar around his throat and spiked bracelet are the only accessories he wears. Anywhere there is anything silver - the zippers on the bottom of his pants, buckles, etc. - are now rusted and stained, though some of the original metal can still peek through here and there. Other xxxxxxxxHe bears scars of his days as an Infected. The most obvious would be the four slashes across his left eye, followed by three strikes against the right side of his neck. Three more can be found right above his heart going from left to right, four more going the other way over that shoulder; two bite marks on the right side of his stomach, and finally four especially gruesome gouges on his lower left leg complement the gouge on his upper right leg. Infected don't have the easiest time healing, and as such the scars are surrounded by angry looking infections and grime, sometimes opening if he jostles them too much. Not that he cares, nor is it easy to tell - his blood looks just the same as all the rest of the blood staining his clothes. Powers xxxxxxxxMore traits from his Infected status, Dom is able to leap great distances with little trouble, bouncing around in relative silence before sneaking around on all fours like a ninja dog. His finger nails and teeth have grown out to be better fitting of a carnivore, and his ability to speak is almost nonexistent beyond small, few syllable words. If this will change in the future or not is currently unknown, especially since he seems to prefer the Hunter means of communicating: screeching, snarling, and other such canine-esque sounds.
He does have a heightened sense of smell, and his constant screeching other sounds do seem to possess a echolocation aspect to them, though this is only partially useful to him due to only being half blind, unlike most Hunters. It could also be assumed he possesses a heightened regeneration rate due to being a sort of zombie, but pain and broken bones do still hinder him till the Infection can mend it back up. Asylum? xxxxxxxxI have no doubt he came here on his own accord. He probably caught a whiff of the packed bodies, the blood, the gore. He probably figured he could get an easy meal or two here, though never would have guessed he'd be trapped in here do to it. Though being caged isn't a friendly thought to him, the amount of potential victims is~ Them? xxxxxxxxWhy wouldn't I want my beloved Hunter OC here? He's got a love of gnawing on flesh, thrives in creepy and/or dark settings, and has a pretty damn strong sense of self preservation, meaning I will have a fun as hell time having him stalk people looking for a weakling to attack.... then hide like freaking hell once the doctors show up.References xxxxxxxxNo tape, Hoodieless, Dom a la Nude
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:15 pm
Type xxxxxxxxL4D OC Name xxxxxxxxAnton Shepard Gender xxxxxxxxFemale Age xxxxxxxx20 Race xxxxxxxxHuman - Survivor Sexuality xxxxxxxxHetrosexual Rank xxxxxxxxNew Patient Personality xxxxxxxx Height xxxxxxxx5'5" Body xxxxxxxxFighting off Infected and running around condemned cities does wonders for a girl's physique, let me tell you! Light muscle definition can be found in her legs and torso, particularly around her abs. Upper arms also pack a punch behind them, but they were wielding guns and not the hefty boots she stomps around in. Caucasian skin, pretty clean. A little grim here and there, but then, it wasn't like there were perfectly working showers everywhere in the infected ridden city. Hair xxxxxxxxRed, though does lean towards the red-orange side in natural or really bright light. It's cut short, just barely to her shoulders, and typically just left to do whatever the hell it wants. Eyes xxxxxxxxGreen - oh the luck of the Irish. Attire xxxxxxxxNot shown left is her bulky leather jacket she wears, well-worn and typically weighted down by extra clips for her pistols. Or at least it was pre-Asylum. Beyond that, a simple purple hoodie and denim short-shorts over also well-worn black hose. Heavy combat boots finish off the look, complete with spiked steel-toes. Her only accessories, beyond pistols, are her black gloves. Other xxxxxxxx Powers xxxxxxxxShe's got excellent aim?
N/A Asylum? xxxxxxxxWasn't... uh... by choice, really. Most of the world just doesn't want to believe in Green Flu, y'know? She'd been trying to find her friends, other Survivors like herself, figure out where that damn Hunter ran off to... the authorities didn't like it. So, they sent here here. To "get better," they said.
About the only good part to this is landing exactly where Dom vanished to. Freaking Hunter... Them? xxxxxxxxI love my Anton TwT
And besides, someone needs to keep an eye on Dom to make sure he doesn't piss people off. Not to mention I do so love playing my bitchy city girls |3 <3Reference xxxxxxxxWIP
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:17 pm
Type
xxxxxxxxGovernment Experiment
Name
xxxxxxxxAbigail Mason
Gender
xxxxxxxxFemale
Age
xxxxxxxx18
Race
xxxxxxxxGargoyle
Sexuality
xxxxxxxxHetrosexual
Rank
xxxxxxxxNew Patient
Personality
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Height
xxxxxxxx5' 3"
Body
xxxxxxxxPetite, with almost no real muscle definition due to her previous lifestyle of minimum physical activity beyond partying and shopping, she can easily be considered a stick. Her skin is [ color ] with sections taking on a clear and obvious stone quality.
Hair
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Eyes
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Attire
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Other
xxxxxxxxFrom her back sprouts two large bat wings, a tail further down. Her hands have been warped into large claws, as have her feet. Her legs are no longer straight, instead arch as an animal's back legs might.
Powers
xxxxxxxxAlong with limited gliding, and increased physical strength, she can turn individual limbs into solid stone - starting with, say, her entire arm or tail. Eventually she can make her entire body turn into stone at will, various sections unrelating to one another, and finally any specific section of her body she wishes - meaning she could turn only the end of her tail into stone to give her a sort of whipping club. It should be noted she is incapable of moving any joints she turns into stone, thus why her powers provide almost no use early on.
Asylum?
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Them?
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