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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 3:45 pm
Profile ApplicationsHere you will post your profiles to be reviewed. Copy the code for either the ZERO Member or the Civilian from the Profile Skeletons thread. Fill it out and post it up here. A mod will then post it up or PM you if there are complications with your profile. Check your profile often to see if a mod has marked it as APPROVED, in which it will have been posted and allow you to begin RPing. Mods may also mark the profiles as either PENDING - which means there are complications, but a mod has PMed you about them (you will need to edit your profile with these changes!) - or DENIED - which means your profile was utterly and entirely horrible; it should be completely changed and redone. So post up your profiles and get ready to go zombie killing!
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:33 pm
Guess I'll be the first to put up a profile~ ☢xxxxxxxxxxZ.E.R.O. Memberxxxxxxxxxxx☢
User Name: yumi-temme
Character Name: Roxxanne Louise Cambrido
Nickname: Roxxy, Rox, or Freak occasionally
Sex: Female
Age: 25, though because of her short stature, she looks younger. Much to her chagrin.
Sexuality: straight
Rank: [I will fill this in based on your application]
Base: Las Vegas, Nevada
Occupation: Z.C.R. (Zombie Characteristic Researcher), Tactical Planning, Look out, reserve fighter.
Other Skills: She can name almost every known disease known to man, and can speak nerd fluently.
Member since: She doesn’t bother with dates, so it was whenever she was taken to ZERO HQ, she supposes.
Weapons of choice: Titanium European style crowbar,
Appearance:Roxxanne
Personality: Roxxanne is what you would call socially inept. She hates large crowds, and prefers to hide away, working on her research, only coming out for the bare essentials, or if she is needed for something. It takes a lot to make her angry, so she is usually calm in fights, though she does have her bitchy moments, though she tries not to do so in public. She has a ‘no bull’ attitude, and will correct you if you’re wrong. Roxxanne doesn't talk much, but when she does it's usually doused heavily in sarcasm. Though she knows when enough is enough. Like when talking to superiors. Doesn't mean she isn't thinking sarcastically. She loves the Zombies, in a strange, what the hell is wrong with her kind of way. Basically, she wants to know what makes them tick. So she enjoys going outside on her little ‘expeditions’, not to save people, or help, but to study the zombies themselves.
Home Town: Middletown, Deleware
History: Roxxanne doesn't like people. Never has. They talk too much. She grew up in the small area of middle town, affectionately known as ‘slower, lower Delaware’. She never had a friend, nor did she want one. They were too noisy and all that. Her parents worried about her, so they decided to surprise their daughter with a summer full of screaming girls with too much make up, loud mouthed older people in horridly tight clothes. And sunshine. Yes. They sent her to the dreaded hell known as summer camp. And not just any summer camp. They sent their quiet, ‘troubled’, nineteen year old daughter to ‘Mrs.Timple’s Etiquette and manners of the growing women camp’. Oh joy. Roxxanne was cursing all two hours it took to get there. After she was ditched by her spineless parents, she instantly made sure to hate every blonde bimbo in this camp. And yes, they were all blonde. Not even mildly annoying blonde. Platinum blonde tan lined freaks who don’t know the difference between a TV and a microwave. Let’s just say she decided to learn her own manners. Such as calling everyone older than her ‘hag’, and anyone younger than her ‘brat’. T’was quite funny to see them cry. After one particular day of ditching etiquette class, she returned to her cabin. It was quiet. Strange. Since this would be the time they would be doing crack, booze, and god knows what else. It was strange. Maybe they just overdosed. That would be a blessing. She entered her room to see some of her ‘cabin mates eating the others. Some were still twitching. Roxxanne wasn’t sure whether to cheer at the fact Zombies had become real, or run. When they noticed her, she decided to run. She’d hate to be one of them. They had really let themselves go. Once she was outside, and because the zombies were completely unaware the door was a pull, not a push, she climbed into the nearest tree and listened. She guessed her cabin mates weren’t the only ones bitten. Long story short, and eleven corpses later, she discovered that they were infected by the woman who had left for takeout less than a day ago. So it wasn’t just her camp. Roxxanne was quick to leave; hot wiring a van that she made sure was empty besides her. No more than a month later, she learned that in 2014, four years earlier, this big wig company named mighty meat had infected people. Great. Well, it being slower lower Delaware, she supposed it had taken those four years to travel down here. Lucky her. She decided to skip trying to go home. Her parents were idiots, in all sense of the word, so they were no doubt either dead or zombies. She didn’t know where to go, only that she needed to survive. Zombies were so interesting; she couldn’t help but watch them. That little habit made her cross paths with ZERO, and Colonel Solstra. She had mixed feeling of coming with them, but decided to return to their base with them for a while. She ended up joining ZERO and becoming head of the Z.C.R., her own creation, to study the zombies and monitor them. Roxxanne knew people didn’t believe her, but her theory was just like everything else on earth, Zombies could evolve as well. After turning 24, Roxxanne decided to leave the San Antonio base to head to the Vegas HQ, for closer examination at their zombies. She didn’t want to leave San Antonio, mainly because of her so called ‘friends’ she had made. But she decided it would be best for her research. On the way, she found a girl called Vendella, and let her join Roxxanne on her trip to Vegas. She and Vendella have been inseparable ever since that day.
Other: She radios back to San Antonio as often as she can, to update Colonel Solstra on her research. And to make sure she gets any news they might have on their end.
She also has a secret obsession with giraffes. They are her favorite animals.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:56 pm
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User Name: ElfenXTears
Character Name: Vendella Nichole Blackwell
Nickname: M.O.E or Vivi
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Medical Officer (of Epicness)
Other Skills: Cooking, some sewing, being bait
Weapons of choice: None at the moment ( will be crowbar)
Appearance:M.O.E
Personality: Vendella is the silent but deadly type. She is very quiet towards strangers and only speaks when spoken to or angered. She is very sarcastic and funny once you are no longer a stranger. But that might be a little difficult on account of she has a hard time trusting others, especially guys. Vendella is also the oblivious type and very blunt, so beware. She is pretty patient but wear it thin in you'll go through seven types of hell, just a warning, DO NOT ANGER. Also Vendella is what one would call a lover not a fighter. SHe has noidea how to fight or use guns. She knows enough to defend herself, thats it.
Home Town: Wilmington, Delaware
History: Vendella isn't the kind of person who involves herself with a social life. She hates talking to strangers, She hates starting conversations, and if there is a party you can bet that she will NOT be there. Vendella's parents always worried about their daughter. She would always lock herself in her room and play video games and read The Zombie Survival Guide. Her parents rarely heard her talk and has taken Vendella to many doctors and therapists. It only took the 20th time to realize that she was perfectly fine and that she was just really into her hobbies. So her parents, who were still worried, planned her whole life out. Whenever they saw her playing her video games they noticed that she always played as a 'White Mage' or Healer for those who do not understand. So they thought she must really want to go into medicine. But in all actuality she just picked the white mages because they always ended up with really hot knights and stuff like that. So behind their daughters back they asked and filled out forms for many medical schools. They sent her grades, asked her teachers to write letters of recommendations, and they even toured the colleges without her. A couple of months later she recived a package in the mail with the word CONGRATS! stamped on the front. When she opened it she found a travel mug, some pencils, a sweat shirt, at-shirt saying M.U.M ( Medical University of Maryland), and an acceptence letter. She scanned through the letter fuming as she read it. She never remebered visiting this school, asking for forms, or asking for an acceptence letter from the Chem teacher that she hated with the intensities of a thousand suns. She called her parents downstairs and asked if they knew about this whole thing. When they told her that they were the ones who sent M.U.M all her information Vendella, for the first time in 18 years, popped a vessel and began yelling at her parents. It was because people like them that she hated having a social life. No one ever understood her, understood her hobbies, understood her dreams. Her parents apologized and promised never to do it again. Honestly, that apology was complete BS and didn't matter. They couldn't do it again because they already ruined her life and sent her away to Maryland. But Vendella said nothing and accepted the invitation to take classes at the school, she had gotten a full scholarship so why waste it. Vendella finished high school, enjoyed summer, and left for her prision when it was over. When they arrived at M.U.M Vendella's parents helped her get to her dorm and unpack. There was no turning back now, Vendella's life was offically over and ruined. When they finished her parents said they loved her and gave her hugs and kisses. Vendella did and said nothing except blink and breathe. That was the last day she saw and contacted her parents.
Vendella is now 21 and was one of the best students in her class. She would soon be entering her fourth year of college, but she had to finish the third first. Vendella was still quiet and still kept to herself. As a part of being a third year students were sent to the nearest hospital to observe and help take care of patients. Nothing wrong with that right? Well, when Vendella's class visited the hospital and majority of the hospitals patients were either in comas or had high fevers and discoloration. Disgusting really. Also one by one the hospital floors began closing or becoming isolated from the rest.It turns out that M.U.M was completly clueless when it came to current events and current well...everything. While they visited some of the patients Vendella excused herself and went to the restroom. Once she was finished she returned to the room where her her group of classmates had been helping patients. When she opened the door the patients were devouring her classmates. Vendells froze for a few seconds as she watched quietly. She backed away slowly and ran into a food cart, the plates of food clacking onto the ground. The zombies heard the noise and turned to see Vendella there. They moaned and began to limp towards her. Thankfully she wasn't zombified so she could get out of dodge and make a speedy getaway. She ran back passing the front desk where more zombies were devouring innocent secretaires and people in the waiting room. Vendella managed to get by and leave the hospital building. She hopped onto the first thing she saw, a motorcycle parked out front. She hot wired it and made her get-away. She has been running and hot-wiring for about a month. In that time she dscovered the story behind what was going on about Mighty Meat. After about 2 motorcylces, 3 hummers, 5 dirt bikes, and 6 sedans Vendella managed to make it to Vegas. She really didn't know where she was running to but luckily she was found by Roxxane shortly after arriving in Vegas. Vendella has stuck with her and now is her first and only best friend eva.
Other: Vendella is never seen without her limited edition super ultra mega rare holografic Zorc n' pals sun shiny day with one cloud travel cup.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:15 am
User Name:Scottthespy Character Name:Tailor Scott Nickname:Scottie Sex:Female Age: [No older than 60 and no younger than 12]23 Sexuality: Bi, but mostly uninterested. Occupation: [are you a doctor, plumber, electrician, cook, farmer, what?]Surgeon Other Skills: Minimal outdoor survival training, metalworking Weapons of choice: [2 only[melee and ranged weapon]]Modified heavy duty scalple, Berretta 9mm Appearance: [please set this up in a url link for me so i don't stretch the page. Don't know how then give my the pic and I'll do it myself  Personality: Sadistic, masocistic, twisted. Less interested in her own health than she is with medical experiments, feircly and almost fanaticaly protective of her pateints, will go to any lengths to keep them alive. When not working on something or some one, is usually distant and cold, amused by things that should be distressing. A little bit insane. When annoyed, easily slips into an almost feral mood and relies on thinly veiled threats to keep people away. Grudgingly listens to athority, unless orders jepordize some one she's trying to save Home Town:Edmonton History: She was always morbidly interested in life and death and the balance between hem. She took up surgery to be closer to it, and when the zombie outbreak came around she was more thrilled than horrafied. At seventeen and a year ahead schoolasticaly, she was just starting med school when things started going bad. Of course, treatment being the first responce in many smaller centers of population, anyone who knew the difference between a syringe and a needle was called upon to help in the chaos that spread through the hospitals. Through hard work and endless study of her patients, she became uncannily skilled at her chosen craft. She's endangered herself numerous times and only by sheer dumb luck survived. Despite her brilliance as a medic, specializing in triage situations, she's been left behind more than once for her inorthadox methods, including a desire to try and cure the zombie virus and return the infected to normal, clean corpses. Other: She hates her gender and tries to hide it as much as possible, never revealing it by answering questions with questions and round about answers. Going by her last name and keeping her hair short, she's an androgynous figure who devotes her entier identity to her work. ninja heart pirate
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 6:59 pm
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User Name: Doctor Jax
Character Name: Harlem Chantine
Nickname: Eh, Harlem, please, nothin' fancy
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Sexuality: Um... the normal one?
Starting Location: Actually, that's sort of a funny story, I, uh... Okay, I have no idea where I am right now.
Occupation: I'm, er, a bicycle delivery boy.
Other Skills: I know how to survive and complain, but that's about it. Oh, and I can scream!
Weapons of choice: I've gotten used to running away, but I guess if I had to choose, it would be my trusty metal pipe.
Appearance: Hello, world! We're all going to die, aren't we?
Personality: Ah, I'm a bit of a pessimist. It was just how I was raised. I didn't have much self-esteem, and about all I was good for was weaseling my way out of bullies and people who I'd borrowed money from and forgotten to pay back. Other than that... Eh, you can guess. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing: another plus [as if]. Also, I'm what you'd call a, uh... well, a weanie. I scream. I'll cry. I'll beg for my life. It doesn't do much good against monsters who enjoy eating brains and can't think to save their worthless unlives, but it helps to try. I'm a bit of a wisecrack as well, but I'm definitely all bark, no bite. So I'm harmless. Sort of. Sarcasm is my life saver-- it's the only thing that keeps me sane. Then again, I don't even know if I was sane to begin with...
Home Town: Cincinnati, Ohio
History: Well, I was born to a Marianna Chantine, a woman who could never figure out how to open a pill bottle to get her high. She was incapable of anything other than guzzling beer and listening to 60's music. It was frankly kind of scary, seeing her sort of fade out some times, but at least I didn't have a dad that did the same thing. In fact, I had no father. Yeah, that's right. I'm a b******. Go ahead, say what you want-- 's not my fault. Go complain to One Night Stand Mari. I do all the time.
For the most part, my childhood was pretty ordinary. I mean, I wasn't traumatized (unless you consider 60's music traumatizing) or abused, my mother took decent care of me, and I actually went to school with a grade that was almost average. For the most part, I did fine, though I didn't make many friends. I found out early in my life that I had a big mouth, and that big mouth had a big habit of landing me in detention, a bully's fist, a heap on the ground, etc. Too bad it wasn't until 11th grade I figured out how to keep it shut.
With my mediocre grades, I wasn't going to an Ivy League college, so I went to a tiny, itsy-bitsy rinky-dink college that probably wouldn't qualify me to scrub the a** of a dog. It was the only ticket out of the rut I was in, though, so I took it. I was making paper deliveries when the first wave of zombies took hold.
I got lucky, actually. I was hit by a car and spent the night in a hospital. And, to my ever-eternal thankfulness, the doctors recognized the zombies before they died, and locked me inside of a room full of them. I was, unwittingly, used as bait. Not a nice way to wake up, actually. They dumped me in a wheelchair and pushed me out in front of them, for Pete's sake! What happened to Hippocrates? Apparently that doesn't apply when you're being chased by the undead.
And so, here I am. I battled and cussed my way out of the hospital, but not before accidentally hitting myself in the head with my pipe about five times. Life story, the end. I know; tragic.
Other: I love Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I am able to relate with Marvin the Paranoid Android (save for the whole, er, brain the size of a planet bit.). I also have a love of listening to any music OTHER than 60's rock. Seeing as all radio broadcasters have been eaten or have fled, I am music deprived and angry. Very angry. Stupid zombies...
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:50 pm
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User Name:Devils little princess
Character Name: Kariana Veil Delrose
Nickname: Kari
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Forensic Psychologist
Other Skills: Trained in firearms and observations.
Weapons of choice: .45 automatic and a dagger.
Appearance: Kari
Personality: Kariana has a shy nature. She tends to keep to herself and believes that she does not need anyone to protect her. When it comes to fighting, she can actually can be a show off without meaning to. Kari does not like to be touched by those that she does not know and will lash out if they try to touch her. She likes to observe others movements and the scene around, which can lead to her blanking out sometimes. She does not mean to, but at times she might need a little help to get out of this phase. Kari does have a kind-nature and doesn't like to lash out at people, but if she can over exaggerate her emotions. If she is only slightly angry this can lead to her people absolutely enraged, if she is upset, at times she will just break down in tears. She does not mean to but this is mainly how she is. Other then that she is able to defend herself and does not like being told that she can't.
Home Town: Englewood, Colorado
History: Living a normal life was always simple for Kariana. Living at home by herself was the perfect life for her. She had her day to day job, which gave her a lot of the skills that she needed. She had plenty of friends but only with the people that she worked with. They understood the way she acted and where perfectly fine with it. They loved her for who she was, and knew why she acted the way she did. To her, everyone she worked with was her family, and the only family she would ever have.
At the age of 12 her mother died of murder. Her mother worked in the same position that Kari worked in. One day she went in and one of her patients lashed out. Breaking away from the grasp of the guards, he took the gun from the officer to his left and shot her twice. Once in the middle of the forehead and once in the middle of her chest. When Kari decided the job she wanted she was perfectly aware that her mother died from this line of work. She did not care, she just wanted to carry on working for what her mother did. After her mothers death she lived with her father for only a couple months until he committed suicide. This act did not effect her in anyway. Her father was to close to her mother to really care about his only daughter. From the days that her mother died he mainly just sat around playing some kind of classical music and drinking whiskey. He died from alcohol poisoning and overdose on pills. Kari just watched him.
After her father died she went on to an orphanage. She did not know any of her other family, so she had no where else to go from there. They taught her fed her and created a temporary home for her. They tried to send her off to other familys but she acted the same all around. Quiet, secluded, and emotionless. They just could not handle the emotional waves that flew from her. So she stayed at the orphanage until she was 18.
Once she turned eighteen she was released from this sanctuary. At that time Kari decided that it was time to make a name for herself. With her high school diploma in hand she went off to collage. Her whole time in college she did not put her attention on anything else except the goal she was trying to accomplish. She had one friend but he graduated before her and they never made contact after. So Kari continued on into graduation, where she was at the top of the class. After college everything opened up to her. She had plenty of job chooses and many different ways she could go. At the age of 26 she applied for a job at Bureau of Forensic Services, in California. Working there for a while was a great experience so she decided to stay. She had many friends and even a boyfriend who worked in the labs with her. Her life at this point at turned around and was working out great. She forgot about her past and those who inspired her. They did not matter anymore all that matter was that she made her goal and she could live a normal life.
That changed quickly though. First it was just a few people then it turned into more and more. Kari tried not to remember most of what happened but a lot of events stuck in her head. Walking into the lab one morning she found that all of her co-workers, where now dead. (Or so they should be.) They where dead but they where walking around, their eyes plastered on her. Taking a large knife that was being used for testing, she slammed it through one of the undeads chest. It didn't effect it though. It just continued to walk towards her. Running to a near by security office she picked up the two guns that laid there and ran, shooting all that she could on her way out. She left her life there, that day. Taking her car she drove out of the city. Out into the desert where nothing laid. A couple of undead blocked her path but she quickly took care of them. There was another obstacle in her way though. The giant city of flashing lights and gambling fools. The city of Las Vegas. She continued to drive though, not caring. Hoping that there would be civilization in that town. She was sadly mistaken though as the infected blocked her every path.
Other: Has a giant craving for ice cream. It was always her favorite snack, and ever sense seeing a zombie biting down on the intestines of a beach girl, she had been craving it ever since. She has not clue why though.
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