Welcome to Gaia! ::

Night has fallen in the bustling metropolis of Vyn City. It was not an unusual night. The City was lit up with big, flashing neon signs in various colors, as it was every night. Taxis were taking their night passengers to bars or hangouts or Longway musicals, or home from these types of affairs to their appartments. The moon was out,and as always, the stars were nearly invisible due to light poisoning. A large number of people still walked the sidewalks or rode the subways, going about their nightly business. A rather large horde of zombies was congergating in Central Park... you know, all normal things that happen in every city during the nighttime.

Wait... Zombies? That isn't normal!

It turns out that a cult of people who were formerly considered as simply "odd" were now leading a horde of undead minions to take out revenge against society. The society that put them down and tore them up and cast them out. The society that was driven by corrupt beaurocrats and incompetent government officials... you know, kind of like our own government.

These people, who generally wore dark clothing, sometimes had odd piercings, sometimes wore their hair in interestingly colored or shaped fashions, had found some source of ancient magic: the magic to control the dead. Now they have raided the graveyards, raising the corpses that lay therein to do their bidding.

The police are in a frenzy to try to control the zombie horde and the Necromancers. Government officials have been called in from all over the state, and the capital. CBI agents and FIA agents alike have responded to the scene. Not only that, but vigilante citizens have taken up zombie-slaying as their latest hobby.

You are one of these people, fighting for your life, for your city, for your family, or just for the sake of fighting. Or, maybe you are one of them... the Necromancers, that is. Choose your side, choose your weapons, and join the fray!

Character Classes:

CBI or FIA agent: Government agents specializing in the paranormal, hired to investigate and deal with abnormal or supernatural situations such as this one. You have the most advanced weapons and technology to fight your enemy, and you have a liscense to kill. I will only accept a few of these; first come, first served.

Policeman: You are a policeman working for the VCPD (Vyn City Police Department). You have a pistol, a club, a police car, and other police equipment. You can also have a shotgun, but I don't want every police officer to have a shotgun, so don't ask me for one unless you REALLY want it.

Vigilante Citizen: You're an average citizen of Vyn City who has taken up arms to fight zombies. Depending on your background, you have different goals, different mindsets, and different weapons available. These include but are not limited to martial arts, tools of the trade (chainsaws fall under this category, but I don't want everyone to have a chainsaw. I want this to be diverse.), cars or other vehicles, random household items, weapons put together by hand to fight the zombies, or guns (aquired legally or illegally).

Necromancer: You're depressed, you're hurt, and you hate society. Society has put you down, tread on you and laughed at you. Now is your chance to get back at them. You have raised zombies to fight them and take down your opressors. You haven't thought of what will happen if you succeed or fail, but you'll leave that until you have a clear enough head to think, since anyone who raises zombies has some degree of insanity. You can have any weapon a vigilante citizen could have, though you don't usually have guns, and you could have a scythe as well. You might dress normal, or you might wear a black hooded cloak and a mask and pretend to be the grim reaper, whether it is to scare people or because you actually think you are the grim reaper. You could also be dressed in other various dark or otherwise unusual ways. Use your imagination.

Weapons:

Advanced Zombie-Killing Guns (CBI and FIA only):

These are advanced guns made specifically for killing zombies, outfitted with expensive and powerful technologies. Be creative with them, for they're your own personalized weapons. Just don't make them totally overpowered.

Guns:

These are normals guns. They can be pistols, rifles, shotguns, Tommy guns, you name it, just no rocket launchers or military weapons. Those would be classified as Advanced Zombie-Killing Guns. These guns are the kind you find in a gun store or you aquire illegally from gangsters, or whatever.

Martial Arts:

These are things you know how to do with your hands and feet from taking classes. Includes Karate and the like, as well as boxing or whatnot.

Tools of the Trade:

You can use tools from your job to kill zombies. Examples include chainsaws, hammers, knives, briefcases, whatever you can think of. Your character has a job, and you know what you get with that job.

Random Household Items:

Things you can find around the house to use as weapons, like the birthday bowling pin you have in your room from your 10th birthday at the local bowling alley, or a kitchen knife, or a guitar (part of me will die inside if you fight the zombies with a guitar), or any other sort of item you'd find at your house.

Scythes (Necromancer Only):

Scythes are awesome. Most of you know what they are, and for those who don't, it's the weapon that the grim reaper has: the long pole with a curved blade on the end. I don't need to explain them.

Cars:

I'm guessing most of your characters own a car, so why not use it to run over some zombies? Note: if hit a large number at a time, your car will get stuck and then the horde will surround you and you'll need to either fight your way out of your car, or climb out through the sunroof and THEN fight your way out of the horde.

Profile Skeleton:

Gaia Name:
Character Name:
Profession:
Weapons:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background:

Be VERY specific and detailed with the background. Make sure you elaborate upon your job, say if you're married, dating, or engaged with someone, be it an NPC or a PC. If you're Mexican or Black or White or Jewish or Hindu or a Scientologist or what have you, mention it all here. I will be reading your applications, so don't dissappoint me.

This thread is now open and accepting profiles. We will start when we have an adequate number of people.

Accepted Profiles:

Gaia Name: kringleman

Character Name: Ken Strowlore

Profession: Citizen

Weapons: 12 gauge Pump shotgun(8 round slide magazine), 9mm(16 round magazine), and a 7'' hunting knife(Better?)

Appearance: 6'2'' Black hair, a medium built man with a large upper body. He is just your average farmer. Blue jeans, Cowboy hat, and a plad T-shirt.

Personality:A very nice man who will go out of his way to help anyone in trouble, but if you piss him off you better watch out. This dead-eye sharp shooter will put a bullet between your eyes from a hundred yards away.

Background:A retired Master Sargent of the US army who has extensive training in hand to hand combat, firearms, grenades, and recon. He is a married man with three children, all of which are above the age of 13. He has his hands full when it comes to his daily life. get the kids up, feed cattle, and then see his wife off. There are also many duties that must be tended to around the farm. All in all his day consists of nothing more than manual labor. He lives comfortably because his wife is the CEO of a large meat packaging company, and loves to collect guns. Ever since he was young he loved them, the sound, the power behind them, and even the smell of a fresh round escaping the depths of a dark chamber. He had a completely normal life until he thought there were cattle rustlers taking his hard earned money right out from under his nose. Then he was alerted to something more sinister than bad neighbors: he found dead cattle in his field whose heads had been smashed open and whose brains had been eaten. After days of work he cleared the fields and decided to head into the city to get food and supplies, he saw what looked like zombies as he drove there. He drove home, grabbed his 12 gauge off his gun rack, and took up arms and thought he was only going to get rid of the ones on his farm, but life decided different as he was sucked into this life of terror and gunpowder. He drove off to the city to take em' down.