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I tried to get this Rp going in the main area in the Gaia forums. Needles to say it was swallowed by the thread tides. Thanks to some renewed interest from Kyslith, I’m going to give this thing one more try.

Xombie World: Bone Chilling Tales
This Rp is based loosely on James Farr’s hit comic series Xombie. I intend to use the idea of his wonderfully created world but none of his characters. For a look into Farr’s world go to www.xombified.com

This Rp is set in a world populated by many zombies and a few human settlements. This Rp will focus on getting from one point to the next. Since constant fighting in a world full of zombies is an act in futility the idea is to survive. This Rp will also run a bit different then most usually seen here in Gaia. The purpose of this Rp is to create a story and a compelling one at that, so simply saying said character looks around waiting on another character won’t cut it this time. I guess this would be a good time to showcase the rules…

RULES:

1. No godmodding, this is a well known rule in any Rp but must be put down so there is no confusion.
2. This is a PG-13 Rp and will remain one the entire time. I know were dealing with zombies but you can leave a few messier details out.
3. No killing of another players character without confirming it with the owner of the character and me.
4. Post all character profiles to me. When I approve them you will see your name an your characters name appear in the cast list.
5. (This is the most important rule) HAVE FUN! That’s the purpose behind Rping so lets not forget that. Hopefully if all goes right we should have quite a story on our hands.
6. (Final rule I promise) keep post lengthy to an extent. I enjoy reading a person who put a lot of detail into their post, but no one like to read a autobiography of your character. Grammar must be kept in a semi-lit mind set. I know even I am capable of messing up every now and then, but lets keep those short and far between each other. I think spelling should go without saying since spell checks are on almost every kind of writing program. Which is a nice way to write your posts by the way. The copy and paste function is there for what you need it for.

Alright now that that’s out of the way lets go to the plot. (don’t freak, plots are good I promise)

PLOT:

What a world. What a waste of a world. This planet known as earth use to be home to some of the most populated cities. Filled with businessmen, artist, laborers, and all kinds of people. Now most of the cities are still filled but with a different kind of person. Most of these new comers live for one purpose, to consume the living and therefore create more of themselves. Zombies, blasted creatures of the un-dead. Most look at zombies as a curse brought about by man’s own drive for perfection. That zombies are the byproduct of the failures at this attempt. However few seem to truly know where these creatures first came about or how, for that matter. What is now known is that a virus dubbed Necrosis is behind it all. This virus enters the body when it dies and allows it to reanimate itself, but this usually happens after the brain has died. Which in turn is the reason for the basic instincts of the zombies. However it is possible for the virus to act faster and in affect “turn” a person before the brain dies. This anomaly is called a Variant. This is a zombie who has full brain function and total control over his or her body. However with most zombies they do not know who they were before they died or what there name was. Most Variants give themselves names and try to survive a world they seem not to fit in anywhere.
This story begins with two unusual partners trying to survive. These vagabonds of this dead world move from location to location in order to stay one step ahead of the zombies. There wandering is about to take a drastic turn however.

“What is this place?”

“No clue, never seen anything like this in my life.”

“You mean your after-life right?”

“Shut up, smart-alecky blood bag.”

“Chill Anubis, don’t have a heart attack.”

“Oh you think you’re real funny Ronyo. Keep it up, and next time a horde of zombies comes are way I’ll leave you to fight alone.”

“You wouldn’t do that, you would be lonely without my charming self around.”

“Don’t fool yourself. Anyways what do you think this place is?”

The two companions stared at a old broken down complex. Two massive steel doors lay bent and thrown open on the ground. The walls of the complex were concrete with a steel lining inside. Whatever was inside was never meant to get out. They saw no signs of life or un-life but could see where bodies used to lie. Clearly they had gotten up and just walked off, but the strangest part, aside from the zombies, was the place looked like a war had been fought within the walls. Burn marks, bent steel, and bullet holes seemed to cover anything and everything. Once inside Ronyo and Anubis saw old papers and computer parts strung along the floor. Blood decorated the walls like a new style of wall paper as did more bullet holes. The further in they went the more high tech everything seemed to become. Plus less and less blood and battle scars were visible. That is until they reached the end of the road.

“Holy sh…..” Were Anubis’ choice words for the occasion, which in the light of things, was correct.

A large steel, at least they assumed it was steel, door had a giant explosion hole coming out of it. Which was the other oddity that the explosion seemed to have come from within the room. After crawling through the hole, avoiding the large pieces of sharp bent metal, the two could see a few reasons as to how the hole came to be. The place was walled with what looked like bombs of some kind on one side and on the other large tubes. Some of the tubes were large enough for a person to be set inside them, some were no bigger than a case for a bug. All of them were broken though and from the inside it appeared.

“You don’t think this is what I think it is?” came Ronyo’s crumpled question.

“Well, I’m not sure but I hope not. Cause if it is then some might still be here.” Anubis answered while peering around corners and looking through documents on the floor. Most were research papers and logs of events that had transpired within given time increments. One caught Anubis’ eye however, labeled Virus: Necrosis, “Ronyo, come look at this.”

“What did you find?”

Ronyo and Anubis read the file a few times until they begun searching the room franticly for something. The document didn’t say much that interested them except the part about a cure. It said a cure had been procured from the subjects and a mass dose was to be formed next. The formula was on a disk which would allow anyone to create the cure. Anubis and Ronyo tore that place apart, even more than it was already. Until they found a skeleton. Which in itself was a rare find, but it looked old and was dressed in a lab coat. broken glasses were hanging from the skull and the bone arms seemed to be crossed as if protecting something. Anubis broke the arms apart and dug through the skeleton and found a CD. Anubis held up the circular object of information then looked at Ronyo and smiled.
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So it was the Plots and the writing idea rolled into one.

Ok, now that you have an idea of the posting scheme I’ll set up the profile skeleton. In this Rp there can bee three races. Human, Variant, and cyborg. Humans are pretty simple and keep them like any other humans. Variants need to be kept to a minimum since the anomaly isn’t that common. Variants don‘t have to look like a zombie also, since they understand what they do, they can take care of themselves better. Although some Variants don‘t have that luxury do to constant fighting. Cyborgs are usually set out to guard a human area or sent to full fill a task that would be to difficult for a human.


Human:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: I picture is always nice, but a good explanation will work and is still needed, which is what I’ll have to do.
Bio:
Personality:
Weapons: Swords, guns, and the like are manly what most have available, unless they are from a high tech human area.
Abilities: This is like sniping skills, tracking, sneaking

Variants:

Name you go by:
How long you’ve been dead:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Personality:
Weapons: most Variant weapons are make shift or items not usually used as weapons. However on the chance the Variant has taken a weapon from someone they may have a bit more. Examples of Variant weapons are like shovels and the like.
Abilities: This falls under the same idea as the human category. Variants are capable of smell and hearing but taste and touch are lost to them.

Cyborg:

Program Name:
How long you have been active:
Type: humanoid looking (if so male of female) or plane robot
Appearance:
Bio:
Personality:
Programmer:
Task:
Weapons: Ok, I know with this one you can get a little Sci-Fi. But try and limit the number of weapons you have and keep them reasonable to your size.
Abilities: what extra functions do you come with.

Human:

Name: Ronyo Storm
Age: 25
Gender: male
Appearance: Ronyo stands about 5’6” and well trimmed. Ronyo’s white hair falls to about his mid-back in a ponytail. His green and gold eyes show a man who enjoys life even as it is. Ronyo wears a green long sleeve shirt an a pair of green combat pants. A brown leather vest, brown leather combat boots, and brown leather gauntlets round out his basic look. Around his waste he wears a gun belt with two 45. caliber automatic, whish he uses sparingly. Ronyo also has his two swords strapped to his right shoulder and a leather bag hangs from his left, which stores his food, water, and other items he finds. He also wears a long crimson scarf that flaps past his white hair. Many scars also adorn his body from the many battles he and Anubis have fought.
Bio: Ronyo has lived most of his life in the world ruled by the dead. His parents were taken from him at the age of 13. Even if they were still out there it would impossible to differ them from the other zombies. Ronyo was found by Anubis after a horde of zombies attack the settlement he was staying at. Anubis trained Ronyo in how to survive and track. He taught him how to wield a sword and Ronyo took to it with relative ease. Now this man travels with his undead friend and hunts down what zombies they find while trying to stay alive….and animated.
Personality: Ronyo pokes fun at Anubis more times then he should. However he doesn’t do this to most other people. Ronyo really has to warm up to a person before he’ll tease them. Otherwise Ronyo is serious about his job, well its kind of a job, and keeps himself focused.
Weapons: Two 45. Cal automatic pistols at his hip and two scimitars. The handles are created from the bones of the dead to look like fangs.
Abilities: Tracking a zombie has become easy for Ronyo being he travels with one. He knows how to tell when they are about and how they travel. Ronyo can also move with relative silence when the need arises. This skill does little good when zombies track humans on scent more than sound.

Variant:

Name you go by: Anubis
How long you’ve been dead: 45 years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Anubis’ many battles have left there signs on his body. Since he lacks the ability to heal his bone, skin, and tissue his wounds remain forever. The skin around his skull has formed tighter showing his bone structure. His one eye remain a deep blue while his mouth has gone away. His other eye was lost even before he knew Ronyo and he wears a bandage around his socket as not to put people off anymore than they would be, his bandage usually flaps a bit in the wind. His teeth look like a zombies teeth should, malformed and some over and under bytes. His skin has take a slight blue hue to itself from the lack of his skin being alive. His right arm is strapped up with belts to keep it from falling apart, and to act as a bit of armor. His left arm is fine, a bit tight but fine, but his forearm is held together buy rags that have been tied off badly. A badalier hangs across his left should holding what few shotgun shells he has left. Across his right a strap that holds his sword behind him. His stomach is gone and his rips wrap around most of his midsection. He wears baggy black pants with a red cloth for a belt. a shotgun holster is crudely strapped around his left hip, and his black combat boots have the toes cut off so his skeleton toes peek out.
Bio: Anubis awoke about 45 years ago in cemetery. He found a library with many books on Egyptian gods and mythology. The god of the dead fit his likening for a name. Anubis came across Ronyo about 10 years ago and had a likening for the boy. He taught him what he had learned from the books and from the world he now knew. Ronyo promised he would help Anubis find out who he was, but Anubis isn’t holding his breath. No really he isn’t, because he can’t.
Personality: Anubis can be quite cynical when he wants to be. He really goes with the world has gone to hell idea. Ronyo seems to be able to lighten his mood, sometimes. Others he just makes it worst.
Weapons: Anubis found a wonderful sword in the museum where he found his name. The blade is very long and comes back in on itself at the tip. He also carries a double barrel shotgun for those emergency moments.
Abilities: Anubis’ tracking and sneaking skill outshine Ronyo’s due to the fact that he trained the boy. Also, since he is a zombie, Anubis can smell a human for quite a while away.

Human

Name: Kyslith Dar'kall

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kyslith is 5'4'', with a lithe athletic build. She has very pale skin, and scars easily. She has black tangled hair which she keeps in a messy knot. She has a warm, honey brown eye (she lost the other one in a close escape) Kyslith is dressed in a compilation of tattered rags and mismatched clothes. The least dilapidated item she owns is a dark colored leather jacket, which is still badly worn.

Bio: Kyslith has wandered alone for the last few weeks, she lost all of her comrades in the same escape that cost her an eye. She is self sufficient but has grown embittered toward the world. She has chosen to ignore thoughts of her past as the nostologic moment only depresses her once she remembers her current reality. Kyslith hates all undead, even the Variants. She has yet to ever meet a cyborg, and hopes she never will. Kyslith prefers to be alone, and shuns company. This might be out of the fear of losing anyone close to her again. She has gotten accoustomed to the ruinous wastes of the world an discontent to call them her home. Kyslith wanders from day to day, surviving merely for survivals sake. She is a vagrant who has lost purpose in life.

Personality: Crude and sarcastic. Very pessemistic. Puts self first and is emotionaly callous toward others

Weapons: Iron bar, hunting knife

Abilities: Has gotten very skilled at avoiding the mindless undead and can move around making as little noise as possible. She has also gotten quite good at dispatching them in one or two blows, destroying their rotting craniums with accurate strikes to their shambling figures.

Kyslith walked up to the mess of broken concrete and twisted, rusty steel. She was tired and hadn't eaten in over two days. A pounding headache almost distracted her from the voices of a couple of individuals from inside. She approched cautiously, for all she knew it could be a Variant. She shouldered her metal bar and approached cautiously..."hello?"she called out. "anybody home?"

Kyslith continued to walk further into the downed facility. Stupid. What had she been thinking, calling out to whoever might be around. What a great way to attract unwanted attention. She stopped and listened, but whomever the voices came from had either left or fell silent. Either way, there was no sign of any one elses presence. Kyslith rumaged through the debris that lay scattered across the facility floor. Not much here, just a bunch of old paperwork and worthless rubble.
Kicking around a few burnt boards, Kyslith uncovered a dented can of food. She hungrily scoopped it up, flicking out her hunting knife to open the tin cylinder.
"Beans?!", Kyslith moaned. "Aww, well...can't complain". She spooned the beans into her mouth with her knife, inspecting the floor for any other useful items.

[quote="x--X--Star-Ferns--X--x]
Star punched it in the face, sending it's head flying. The body lunged at her, and Star kicked at it, causing the arms to fall of. She quickly grabbed her fallen crossbow, and shot at it. Star didn't take a chance to fight anymore, and ran towards the building.

((Um, if you take off a zombie's head it dies. Just thought i'd let you know))

(( sorry for the delay in posting. Had some interesting past few days. Know it has nothing to do with not wanting to post. I’m going to assume that you are suppose to be in the same place as Ronyo and Anubis. If that is incorrect I can always edit.))

A loud slam gave the two companions a start. It sounded like a door being shoved closed fast. That in itself was telling. A door only got slammed closed in a hurry for two reasons. You either want to stop something from getting out, or stop something from getting in. In light of the massive population of zombies everywhere the two went with the ladder of choices. Ronyo and Anubis ran in the direction of the sound, while navigating the maze that was this facility. They hadn’t come very far when they heard the sounds of foot steps in an adjacent room.

“I don’t think were close enough to be at the door yet. Be ready.” Came Ronyo’s whispered call to his un-dead friend.

Ronyo pulled his right hand side arm and brought it close to him. Anubis pulled his shotgun and checked the shells to make sure both were there. The two stuck to the wall as they crept closer and closer to the opening that led to the room that made the noise. Ronyo rolled in fast and leveled his gun in the direction of the footsteps. Anubis had come around the corner with his shoulder hugging the frame, he too aimed his weapon at the sound. They lowed there weapon when they saw a startled human holding up her hands with a can of beans in one and a pocket knife in the other.

Anubis caught the look that came his way. It was a common look he got from all humans. Ronyo gave a disarming smile and put his gun away. Seeing this Anubis did the same. Ronyo walk over to the woman and read the label on her precious can.

“I think I’ll leave you to your gourmet dinner, and Anubis here doesn’t eat much. Except the occasional brains of a woman.”

The woman gave a slightly cautious expression and slid her foot back ready for what might come.

“That comical man in front of you is Ronyo. He likes to make people think I’m some brain crazy zombie, and people think I’m the strange one. I have no intension of eating your brains or anyone else’s brains miss. We happened on this place much as you did, but found something a bit more interesting then a can of beans.” Anubis held up the CD they had found from the inner chamber of the facility.