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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 3:45 pm
Brief Description Meteorites have pummeled Earth and killed thousands, leaving thousands more mutated. Some people have survived, positive that they are alone. What would happen if they ran into each other? Would friendships or relationships form? Would people that dislike each other be forced to work together? Would colonies arise and try to start the population anew? These questions are left to you to answer. Some people have been effected by the meteorites in an odd way, leaving some with unnatural abilities. Quite a large amount of people were effected in a bad way, between mutated and not mutated. So, their brains are...*cough* screwy. (Little white room and straight jacket sort of 'screwy'.) [It is assumed that this story's location is in Japan. Please do not think you have to have knowledge of the Japanese culture. If you do not, just ride along.] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rules  Number 1: ALL CHARACTER INFO IS TO BE PMED TO ME. DO NOT JUST ADD IT. (I have found that putting all character info on the first page is more organized and easier for everyone. Especially when you are trying to go find someone's info.)
Number 2: No Godmoding. It is not fun for anyone.
Number 3: No cybering. Kissing is allowed, but if you want to let viewers know that 'that' happened, then just imply it and jump to the scene after.
Number 4: No killing off other characters without asking the other person's permission.
Number 5: Pets ARE allowed, and don't forget to have fun!!!
Number 6: This is a literate Roleplay, do not type posts like this example.
*whitewolfffy got tackled to the ground by a zombie* "AHHHHH!". Hince the way it sounds bad. If you still don't understand, observe other people's posts.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Characters  Name: Alexandra (Alex)
Age: 18
Species: Human
Personality: She is a very thoughtful girl, the strong and silent type. Though she looks young, she is very mature. Alex is the strongest in hand-to-hand combat and never backs away from a fight. She guards Miya with her own life. She is almost always serious.
Abilities: The power of illusion and the mastery of her katana.
Bio: Alex was raised in a happy family. It all came screeching to a halt when the meteorites hit earth. She had been effected differently, which was very confusing to her. Her baby sister, Miya, survived, too. She doesn't really have any abilities that they know of yet. Alex is ultra protective of Miya.
Extra: Alex carries a katana with her everywhere. It is here weapon of choice and she is shockingly skilled with it.
Name: Miya
Age: 5
Species: Human
Personality: Very shy, quiet, and bright. She is very creative and tends to be too curious for her own good. Miya is not a fighter, never has been, and is actually the type to hide in danger. She has a very pure heart and tends to be too nice for her own good.
Bio: Miya is Alex's baby sister. She absolutely adores Alex and trusts her firmly.
Extra: Miya carries a stuffed bunny everywhere with her. She calls it 'Riceball'.
 Name: Cindy (people call her Sin)
Age: 18
Species: Human
Personality: Cindy is one to tell you how it is. She's a tough girl on the outside, but underneath she's a harmless little girl who is easily hurt by others, thus dosen't let them get close.
Abilities: She can control the wind element.
Bio: Cindy was always Daddy's little girl. He taught her how to be tough so she could beat up the guys, though she didn't. He even thought her how to run the weapon's shop that her mom bought for him so he could make money doing what he loved. Then, one day, Cindy got home from school early and found her dad with another girl. That is what crushed Cindy. After using the very same moves he taught her, on her own father, he never came back, but Cindy still kept the shop running.
Extra: Cindy always wears a long black coat with a large hood. Name:Samantha(or Sam)
Age:21
Personality: Loud, sarcastic, extremely confident, VERY trigger happy, protective of those weaker than her. Willing to do wrong to get right in the end.
Abilities: Heightened senses
Bio: Sam was raised by her mother, who was killed by the meteorites. She assumed her father was as well, as the lazy b*****d hasn't even called. She had a younger sister, Jessica,(nicknamed Jessie) who is five, and looks up to her sister very much. Sam was a staff seargent in the marines before themeteors hit, and she nows wanders with Jessie, using left behind supplies and searching for those who might need help or protection.
Name: Jessica (Jessie)
Age: 5
 Name:Krii
Age: 19
Species: Vampire
Personality: Krii is kind of his own leader and never a follower. He is very brave because of some past incidents. He never backs down from a fight because in his mind death is more desirable that fear.
Abilities: Controls fire and reads minds.
Bio: Krii was raised on an island run by an evil scientist who did tests on supernatural powers. This caused him to be brave and covered in scars. He recently go off the island by catching the dock on fire and escaping through the air with his friend Rodney who could fly. Krii is mourning still after Rodney died soon after returning to the Mainland.
Extra: Krii rarely smiles.
 Name: Ajna Mudaliar
Age: 23
Species: Human
Personality: With an eye for detail, Ajna notices the little things that other people often do not. He picks up on people's tonal qualities much quicker than others, a trait that lends aid to his intuitive nature. Ajna isn't always the most personable and doesn't always have the right words, but he'll at least listen to others. He has a sharp mind and he tries to insert humor in an otherwise humorless world, but it isn't always easily understood by others. Ajna refuses to dwell on the past, even if it means making himself less able to cope with the tragedies of the world. Others may show their emotions to him, but he doesn't typically return the favor. Ajna prefers to look at the brighter side of life, even if the light of it hurts sometimes.
Abilities: Ajna can MacGuyver many things from several small sundry objects and is a whiz at repairing whatever mechanical and electronic things have survived. Other than that...he's a pretty fast runner.
Bio: Ajna's parents emigrated from India when he was about 5, so he was raised in a country that was not his native homeland. He was pushed a little harder than other kids his age to excel, the reasons behind it being fueled by his older brother's skills and his father's success in life as an engineer. The young man naturally excelled at academia, so his choice to attend college wasn't a big surprise. He was getting ready to go home during a break when the metors barraged the planet. Ajna was able to hold contact with his brother for a few days afteward, but the telephones soon went dead and he hasn't heard from anyone in his family since. He has assumed them dead for awhile now.
Extra: Ajna carries a lathi (an Indian weapon that's a long stick with a weight on the end) and can use a handgun if need be, but prefers to avoid conflict. He speaks in Hindu when really upset.
 Name: Rock
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Rock used to be quite outgoing and brash, but now, having been forced to fend for himself for a while, he is... Still outgoing and brash. He acts more on impulse than by any plan, but his instincts have developed keenly, and he's become used to life always on guard. He hasn't given up hope, or his scholarly ways, and he observes the zombies to try and find any patterns, and has figured out that some of them are actually quite intelligent, and he has begun to suspect that they aren't as mindless and unorganized as they seem.
Abilities: None.
Bio: Rock was cleaning out the storage room at his highschool in preparation for the upcoming play when the meteorite hit. It's effects passed him by completely, though he was knocked out by a falling suit of armor. Upon waking, and figuring out where he was, he went upstairs to leave the school, and was shocked at the changes around him. Since then he has been living on his own, in an area swamped with zombies. He's been forced to live off his wits, and has many battle scars from when he was still learning to survive. He avoids the zombies when he can, but when forced to fight, he uses whatever is at hand to defend himself. Recently he has holed up inside an abandoned apartment building... or what's left of one. He hasn't encountered another human being since he woke up, but he knows there must be some out there.
 Name: Black
Age: 18
Species: Human
Abilities: Black can coppy anything he sees done. even other powers.
Personality: He dosent care what people think about him. he is a rebel and always will be. when he gats to know other people, he becomes open. he loves guns and just about every kind of wepon.
Bio: He has a verry confusing life. he was pushed from one foster home to the next. he was always very agresive. he has never fakllen in love with anyone. mostly because he is afraid to loose them.
Extra: He has a dragon he calls Falls.
(Falls)
 Name- Thomas (Tom)
Age: 17
Species: Human
Personality: Half insane and half sane. He is kind and will help others to survive, at the very least anyway.
Bio: In the past Tom loved books, anime, music, video games, and the like. When the meteorites hit his mind split into two personalities: one of them was always awake and thinking, driving it madness, it didn't have any control over his body, but gainned massive memorization capabilities. The other, Tom, had control and was like the old him exept, as one would expect much more angry with the world and the fools who lived in it. In spite of it, Tom helps when he can and sticks to what he believe, even if it seems like he's not.
Abilities: Two minds, the ability to emit or absorb light, and the crazy part of him can sense movement within a 25 radius, with or without walls.
Extra: Wears long sleeve shirts, generally blue or red, and jeans. Also has a belt with pockets in it, a butchers knife, and gloves that extend to the elbow, with thin metal in them, enough to block a small or blunt weapon or teeth.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:06 pm
Sam walked down a deserted street, carrying a large backpack. Across her butt was a full grenade belt, and an M-220 was slung over her shoulder. A large knife hung off her belt and she walked with confidence and ease, not as the few she had seen, who scurried fearfully through the shadows. Her heavy load did not hinder her. Suddenly a small head poked out of the top of the backpack. "Have you seen any kids my age yet, Sam?" the young girl asked, her speech more developed than one would expect for her age. The older girl smiled sadly. "Not yet Jessie, but I'll let you know." Samantha hadn't had the heart to tell Jessica that most kids her age ould be dead. Jessie nodded and dove back into the bag. It was easiest to carry her this way. If she had to run them to safety, she could just take off, then come back and blast the hell out of any nearby zombies.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:09 pm
Alex sat in the apartment room, her eyes serious and contemplating. She stared at the far wall, her dark gray eyes narrowed.
Miya was sprawled over her, her small arms wrapped around her big sister's chest and making noises in her sleep. Alex stroked the 5 year-old's soft brown hair. She smiled at the stuffed bunny securely wedged under the little girl's arm.
I need to get rid of that rabbit. She is way too attached to that thing.
Her thought was only half-hearted. She could never bring herself to take the little stuffed animal from Miya. Their mother had given it to Miya when she was tiny. To take it away would be cruel to the small girl.
Alex sighed and turned her gaze to the curtains that covered the only window. Night would be coming soon. She would have to bolt the door.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:23 pm
Rock slipped quietly back into the building, dragging with him a bag full of dry wood and another back completely laden with meat, meat, and more meat. He had been preparing for a few nights now, taking all the meats from the store that he could, and bringing them here. He couldn't go back tomorrow, the rest of the meat and produce had gone bad by now. He could still get some non-perishables, but this last batch of meat here would have to last him as long as possible. He'd ruined two full hams trying to figure out how to smoke meat, and he'd had to give it up. Now he was kippering it all, dehydrating it so that it couldn't go bad. The problem was, he needed to keep his fire going, and the zombies had already noticed the smoke. Luckily there were enough fires that at night, when the smoke blended in with the sky, his didn't stand out. After that first day when he'd had to fight off all those zombies, he'd decided to do this by night. After tonight he'd have all his supplies, and he could start heading out. He had no idea where he would go, but there must be SOMEONE else out there, and if he found them... well, one step at a time, right? Gonna need food.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:26 pm
Sam saw the sun beginning to set. "Come on squirt. Let's find a place to sleep." Jessie's head popped out of the bag. She held a pair of binoculars and began looking around. "There's a man out ny the back of a building. He's got a buncha meat." she said, pointing. Sam nodded. "Well, let's see if he knows of a safe place."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:43 pm
He headed up the stairs, making slow progress with his heavy load. He made it to the third floor when he heard the door open and close.
s**t, I thought for sure I gave them the slip back there.
He set the meat and wood on the landing and reached over to a section of railing that had broken off. It was no crowbar, but it'd do for smashing in a few zombie heads. He took a few steps up towards the fourth floor. The zombie would go after the meat, and he'd have it's head cracked open before it even got one putrid hand-
Wait... What was that? Doesn't sound like a zombie...
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:54 pm
A figure on top of a building that was once part of a university could be seen huddling over something or another. The occasional movement in the shoulders was well indicative of a man deep in concentration, his hands nimbly working on the device in his lap. After a few moments the figure sat back and adjusted his glasses as he contemplated the device. Radios were such a pain to reprogram, especially when they were analogue. The figure, who was once a classmate known as Ajna, knew he was close to cracking it, but the dimming light wasn't going to help him much longer. He drummed his fingers against his knees for a few moments until something finally clicked in the back of his mind: he could just hybridize this one with a digital one of a similar make. The young man clapped his hands together in triumph before he grabbed the radio and stood up. He took a cursory glance over the area, searching for any signs of movement that weren't those of the mutants his former roommate had called zombies. Ajna felt kind of bad for the poor fellow, he hadn't had a chance to think about surviving before the meteors hit. He didn't see anything on the landscape save for a fire coming from a distant apartment complex. Well, those were rather common. The young man sighed softly before he wandered through the door that lead to the stairwell, securing it behind him before descending the stairs. The night wasn't safe any more.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:56 pm
Sam jogged up the stairs. "Anyone home?" she called quietly. No reason to call attention to themselves if it was just some food hoarding zombie. She got to the fourth floor and saw a guy holding a piece of broken railing. She raised an eyebrow. "You've survived this long chucking broken pieces of house at zombies?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:31 pm
Rock had nearly smashed her over the head before he noticed she wasn't a zombie. As it was, he dropped the railing piece to the floor and stepped down past her to obtain his food and tinder. He started heading back up the stairs to the roof again.
"It's getting dark out. Come with me, you can stay here tonight."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:33 pm
Cindy walked into the seemingly deserted town. She had 2 swords tied around her wait and a gun around her thigh. She had a pack around her shoulder, holding her ammo and some other belonging. She stopped in the middle of an intersection with her hood up. She looked around carefully, but didn't see any movement. She pulled off her hood, letting her long black hair fall down her back. She reached into her pack and pulled out a back of M&M's that she 'stole' from a store in the last town she was in. As it started getting darker, Sin pulled out a flashlight and started searching. She needed a safe place to rest. She wrapped up her snack and started jogging through the town. "Hello?!" She yelled, hoping some day, someone would answer, though she didn't get he hopes up. "Is there anyone not dead?!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:43 pm
Ajna had ended up on the ground floor of the building he was inhabiting, the one that had once held most of the engineering and technology classes, when he heard something. He looked down at the radio he was working on and knew it wasn't coming from there. The young man crept to a window and peeked out of it, hoping that it was another survivor but knowing better than to keep that hope alive for too long. He scanned the street with his dark eyes and flinched a little when he saw a point of light waving over the street. That had to be a flashlight or else he was going mad. Ajna made a small sound of joy that, had his roommate still been alive, would have been considered emasculating when it seemed that it was another survivor. As far as he'd seen, zombies didn't need to use flashlights. The young man set the radio down and darted to the nearest door that opened onto that street and opened it, waiting until the person was in view.
"Hello there!" He called, betraying his Indian heritage with his Hindu accent.
Ajna didn't do anything else to approach the person, knowing full well that some zombies liked to go after gatherings of people. Hopefully the person, a she from what he could tell, would get the hint and get off the street.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:57 pm
Cindy jumped and drew her gun. She pointed the flashlight at the young man, as well as her gun. She stood still for a moment, getting a good look at the young man. She moved the flashlight beam around her, not moving the gun, and back to the young man. "OK. I have to say, you're the first in a long time. Mind if I join you? As long at you're not going to eat me." Sin spoke seriously, half joking, but not moving the light beam or the gun. She took slow steps towards the young man, awaiting his answer.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:06 pm
"Cool. Many zombies round here? I just strolled into town. Well, we did." she said, setting her pack on the ground. Jessie jumped out, and Sam slung it back onto her back. Jessie ran up to the guy. "Do you have any kids?" she said frankly. Sam tousled her haor. "C'mon squirt, we just met him. You can scare him to death later." she said, pulling out one of the many beef jerky she stole, as it lasted a while and was easy to access. She handed one to the young girl and munched one herself. "Want one?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:15 pm
Ajna jumped when the young woman did and his hands went up as a natural reaction to being at gunpoint. That had, unfortunately, been one of his new experiences after the meteors hit. The young man felt his shoulders relax a little when the girl spoke to him, asking if she could have a place to stay before making a joke about cannibalism. He supposed that, with the zombies wandering amok, that it was a realistic kind of question to ask.
"Of course." Ajna answered, slowly lowering his hands. "But please do come inside quickly, there are very nasty things that start roaming the streets at this time."
Though their first encounter had been strained, Ajna still wasn't going to let another person get killed if he could do something about it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:19 pm
Rock chuckled a little. "I have enough dried out meat to last quite a while, thanks." He pushed open the door to the roof, and held it open for them with one foot. Directly ahead was a large pile of wood. "Keep back from the edges, and stay away from the far side of the roof, it's unstable and you could bring the whole building down." He went over and added the wood he had gathered to the pile, and set the meat on a strange grill that was made up of a bunch of cannibalized oven racks. Then he pulled out a flint and steel from his pocket, and struck a spark. It flew into the pile and the wood burst into flames. "There, that should do. Who needs gas? If your wood's dry enough..." He sat back down next to a large traveling pack, and looked at the two. "Anyways, who are you guys?"
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