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Silas Parrish

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:10 pm


--News--
All finished! Story continued in the Promised Land!


--Da Rules--
This'll be the first RP i've tried to run...but i don't plan on doing much running. We'll all just take it and shape it as it comes to us...help each other tell a great story! If you're interested, just PM a profile skele, a-like dis one:

Username: (Obvious)

Character name: (Also Obvious)

Weapon of choice: (Pick a close range weapon, and a gun, if you like. This part's not really important, I just thought it would be fun to include tidbits like this.)

Survival Story: (Explaination regarding how your char has survived so far. Get creative, make it as long as you like, just keep it coherent.)

City: (where your char was/will be picked up)

Appearance: And whatever other details you wanna throw in!



Now that we've got that outta the way, here's the premise: (based on an idea that struck me as i was walking around in a stopped train.) The world's governments have all destroyed each other. Echewing nuclear weapons, military powers put biological and chemical agents into use for World War III. Much of the globe has become a barren wasteland, not from fallout, but from neglect, as much of the population was obliterated, leaving Earth unattended. The humans that were not killed by the Final Plague have become something...else. Circulation and reproduction have become superfluous for these new life forms. Only a rudimentary nervous and motor system still functions. That, and the most basic of human instincts is still intact--feed. Yes, the world has become overrun by zombies. Necrotizing, stinking undead. No one has been found immune to the disease, but it can only be passed by bodily fluids. A band of survivors has banded together, and comandeered an abandoned freight train, in hopes of using it to gather more Living and find the Promised Land, a part of the world untouched by the Final Plague.


Here's a breif description of the typical Black Tracks Zombie:

-Actually not reanimated corpses, just humans with rotted outer cortexes, leaving only base instincts and urges intact (eat, fight, run)
-A virus is the root cause of the disease. It causes the destruction of certain bodily parts functions. It is spread only by blood.
-The zombies cannot feel pain, and are able to sustain very heavy damage to their bodies, due to most human body parts being unnecessary.
-Headshots, as always, are the easiest way to guarantee a kill.
-The zombies do possess a rudimentary functioning digestive system, and can starve. But the body of a ghoul can stave off hunger much better than a human.
-For reasons unknown, the zombies crave human flesh in particular.
-Dead zombies also take longer to decompose than an uninfected human corpse, because the Final Plague virus repels most bacteria, slowing bodily breakdown.
-They retain all of their human senses, in a heightened form, so long as the corresponding organs are still intact.
-They feel no emotion at all.

Additionally, by request of certain Gaia members, vampires are also acceptable characters.

-They are infected with a different strain of the Final Plague, that was released some years before the zombie apocalypse, to test its effect on humans.
-They crave human flesh and blood, but there is nothing supernatural about them.
-They retain most of their humanity, and still can become zombies if they make fluid contact.
-Physically, they are easier to kill than the ghouls, but since they remain mostly human, they are able to evade humans, rather than stumble blindly into gunfire.
-After a period of some years, their human circulatory system will give out, and they will begin to deteriorate as the cravings for human blood become worse.
-The vampiric version of the virus can only be transferred by blood. Humans can't be infected by a bite alone.

Other enemies:
-The vampiric and zombie viruses are not the only ones running rampant throughout the Earth. One such virus causes flesh to necrotize, just like that of the zombies, but brain function is actually heightened, rather than diminished. These creatures develop the ability to psychically influence nearby zombies, who lack outer cortexes and free will.
-humans with certain genetic defects way show unpredictable results upon infection, such as temporary uncontrolled cellular growth. One common manifestation is the appearance of tentacles.

Ok, now here's the rest of the rules:

1. God-Moding (controlling other players characters) is permitted, but don't go nuts. Only do it if it's ABSOLUTELY necessary to make your post make sense.
2. There are no superheroes or giant robots or ninjas, etc. The characters are just normal human survivors.
3. There won't be any villains in this story, except for the zombies themselves.
4. Keep profanity to a minimum
5. Pay attention to what others post, to keep the story consistant.
6. Romance is allowed, but let's keep it PG-13.
7. Plot twists and surprises are more than welcome, but be consistant with everyone else.
8. Be reasonable and have fun with it!
PostPosted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:17 pm


--Characters--
Username: Silas Parrish

Character name: Tyler Heaton (by the way, this's my name irl)

Weapon of choice: M249 SAW (squad automatic weapon) for the crowded fights, and a ten-pound spike hammer for the occasional close encounter.

Survival story: First sealed off a boxcar found on the tracks, while fleeing the Undead. Ventured out for a few hours at a time, every day, over the course of a few months, and managed to keep the car stocked with bare essentials until more survivors could be found. Now that a band has been gathered, plans to drive train across the country, and hopefully find the Promised Land.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Tall, average build. Living on his own has strengthened him. Mostly wears plain work clothes due to their durability. Sports a scar his face from a slash due to a panicked, freshly infected person. Has thick brown hair, pale blue eyes, and is sometimes seen with a cigar in his mouth.

Status: Alive

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Username: Ty Gwynnia

Character name: Nicole M.

Weapon of choice: A double barrel shotgun and a polished cedar walking stick that's used as a club.

Survival Story: Escaped house when family started to turn, frightened of killing them and/or turning into a zombie herself. Avoided the undead as much as she could, hiding or running when necessary. Scavenged food or supplies when needed. Found an abandoned boxcar and another survivor, and has joined up with a group of other survivors. Has no lasting plan, and will follow the others' lead.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Tall-ish, but looks about average height for her age. Not very strong, but strong enough to get her by. A little pale, but has a slight tan. Hazel eyes, more brown then green. Dyed black hair and bangs with 2 or 3 inches or brown roots coming in. Likes to think she looks sort of like an elf. Wears worn blue jeans, black shoes, a belt, dark green shirt, and a black jacket with studs on the hood and pocket edges. Fairly tomboy-ish.

Status: Alive

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Username: Strider the Eternal

Name: Russell Stallings (Russ for short)

Weapon of choice: Katana, Compound bow, and a Pump action shotgun

Survival story: Russ was living the life of any young 15 year old. Being lazy and playing video games while living with his parents. He was coming home from high school after his mother had picked him up from school. They had just pulled in when an advisery came over the radio. 'Stay in doors. The infected have been reported in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. *Beeeeeep*' They ran inside to find a dead infected and Russ' dead step father. His mother had drawn the handgun that she always brought now adays and when he began to get up she shot him in the head. But it wasn't without being bit herself. She handed the gun to him and told him to shoot her. With some hesitation he did. After the shcok and pain was gone he decided he wasn't going to end up like them. So he went and got the katana that his parents had used for decoration from their room, Broke open his step father's gun cabinet and got out the shot gun and all the ammo he could fit inside of a bag, And got the compound bow his step father owned along with all the arrows. He put all of this except the katana in an over night bag and decided it to dangerous to stay at home. Instead he decided he would go and find other survivors. That pretty much is where he is now.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Russ is 6' 1" tall, has brown hair, and brown eyes. He isn't very athletic but he can handle himself and he is a little pudgy. He wears baggy blue jeans, DC skate shoes, a WoW alliance lion black and gold shirt, a black hoodie, and black finger cut gloves.

Status: Alive--Zero

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Username: Emporer NeoWing

Character name: James Lucas (I'm using my real name to Tyler, hah! Bet you didn't see that one coming!)

Weapon of choice: A Glock 17 with full auto capability, with an extended magazine is his weapon of choice for medium ranges, with a .50 Caliber rifle he found at a nearby military base for those long shots when possible. The Glock is carried in a holster, while the rifle is carried on a sling across his back. For close range he prefers a ninjato, a sword with one edge, but it is quick and deadly.

Survival Story: He survived by boarding up his house when it all began, not knowing how he would survive. He eventaully had to venture out for food, and that is when he ran across other survivors travelling by train.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: He is about 6 feet tall, with short, brown hair. Prefers wearing blue jeans with a dark t-shirt, and has a green jacket that is useful for carrying ammunition in. He is quiet around new people, but once he gets to know them he opens up, and isn't afraid to talk.

Status: Alive

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Username: Dragon_Siren_Hamako

Character name: Eleanor Cromwell

Weapon of choice: She uses whatever is available. But when the zombies took over, Eleanor's sire (the one who turned her) gave her a derringer; nothing wood related. She also managed to obtain a dagger along her travels, along with a katana. Now carries an M1911A1 given by Tyler.

Survival Story: Eleanor Wolf's parents succumbed to a psychotic vampanese when she was only four years old. She was to be next when a vampire fought and scared him away. The vampire's name was Abigail Cromwell and when she saw the frightened little girl, she figured that she couldn't leave her there. She turned her into a vampire and adopted her, making her Eleanor Cromwell. The two vampires lived somewhat peacefully until the infected took over. Zombie bites make them heal slower and bleed more than normal. Abigail took a lot of bites from the walking corpses while protecting her adoptive daughter and managed to kill the infected hoard, but at a price. As she bled to death, she gave the girl her gun for protection. Ever since, Eleanor has been wandering, trying to find any sources of life... And a possible meal.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Eleanor Cromwell

Status: Alive--Vampire

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Username: Ky of the Sacred Knights

Character name: Daniel Wolfe

Weapon of choice: FA-MAS. Also uses a Desert Eagle, PSG-1 sniper, and a sakabatou (katana-type sword with blunt and sharp edged switched. the blunt edge is also rounded.)

Survival Story: After the Apocolypse, Daniel raided an armory, and stole the FA-MAS, PSG-1 and Desert Eagle, along with light ballistic chest armor, police shoulder plates, and ballistic leg armor, and had the genuine sakabatou in his personal sword collection, of which only the sakabatou survived. He then becomes a survivor, fighting zombies and staying alive as best he can.

City: Augusta, GA

Appearance: Light police armor and Army ACU's for clothing, desert combat boots, black hair in a ponytail, a baseball hat worn forward, and sunglasses during the day. His assault and sniper rifles are slung across his back, pistol on his left thigh, and sword srapped horizontally on the small of his back.

Status: Alive

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Username: Strider the Eternal

Character Name: Gravemind

Weapon of choice: His mind and other zombies.

Survival story: He had the plague he awoke narcotized and rotten. He quickly found he had control over other zombies and that unlike the other zombies didn't desire human flesh and could still eat regular food. Now he keeps the survivors in his area alive for the benefit of the zombies under his control.

City: He can't remember the name of the small city outside of Atlanta.

Appearance: He has dark brown hair, pale rotting flesh, and solid green eyes. He has a large bulge in his head from where the plague enhanced his mental capacity. Despite his rotting flesh he still wears a suit and good clothing due to his intellect and sentience.

Status: Undead

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Username: Ty Gwynnia

Character name: Stryker

Weapon of choice: Claw-like fingers...Which is, technically, himself.

Survival Story: A failing 2nd year junior at college. Before the Plague, he mainly occupied his time with games, procrastinating, and freerunning with his friends. When the counselor at his college told him that he wouldn't be able to pull his grades up in time to pass, he brushed it off. After the Plague hit, he woke to find himself different. Different than humans, and zombies as well. He was still largely human looking, except the bones in his fingers had become more like claws , his muscles didn't tire out as much as they did when he was a human, and he still retained his mind. Having forgot his name, he called himself Stryker and did whatever he wanted. Now he's taken up residence in the city where he used to go to college at, more specifically, a Walmart under the control of another zombie slightly like him.

City: The city he went to college at, east of Atlanta in Georgia

Appearance: Dark brown shaggy hair, very light brown eyes and slowly rotting skin. Looks much like a human, except the fingers in both his hand have become more like claws. He wears tight dark jeans, a black Disturbed band T-shirt, a gray long sleeved undershirt, shoes, and black fingerless gloves. His personality is, more or less, extremely cocky and arrogant. He loves to be rude and make fun of others.

Status: Undead

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Username: BlueCamoZombieHunter

Character Name: Troy Beverly (using my real name too.)

Guns: Katanna (sheath on back), M1 Garand (with detachable scope)(and has a shoulder strap), two .22 caliber Beretta handguns (shoulder holster so to put the guns inside the jacket), Sawed-off shotgun (with left leg holster), Micro Uzi (with right leg holster).

Survival Story: Troy was at his grandparents house in South Carolina where the family heirlooms the katana and M1 Garand are at. He would always go there to be with his grandparents and hear grandpa's story's of the family, then after a good night sleep Troy went downstairs and him being a zombie know it all fanatic could tell that they were zombies. So he had to kill them and then he saw on the news that this was happening all over the world, so he grabbed the katana and the M1 Garand and set out on survival. Later on he found a gun store and got a sawn-off shotgun, two M9 Beretta handguns and a Micro Uzi to add to his arsenal and continue on my journey back to Atlanta, Georgia.

Appearance: 6 feet tall, Medium length Brown hair, Bluish-Gray eyes, wearing a thin blue camouflage jacket, black shirt, and slightly ruffed up blue jeans and is slightly built up muscle tone in order to survive and carry his equipment and is light skinned but has a little tan.

City: Colombia, SC

Status: Alive

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Username: Le Heros

Character name: Ryan "FishstiK" Crocker

Weapon of choice: .45 leg holstered Glock 30, 30.06 sling mounted Remington 700, .380 shoulder holstered Kel Tec 3AT, large boot knife, and fists.

Survival Story: Drifting an a salvaged hot air balloon fueled by housesold propane cylinders, 'FishstiK' has floated aimlessly, just shooting zombies, collecting fuel/ammo/food, and searching for survivors. After surviving the war, this guy is looking for company.

City: Edgefield, SC

Appearance: See Avie

Status: Alive

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Silas Parrish

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:42 pm


Russ jumpped out of a window with two infected after him. He hit a car and rolled off it hurting himself. He had gone into the building to find a long duster coat. He did find it but found the shop keepers had been there as well. Though not alive. He drew an arrow onto his bow and as one of them came to the window he shot it in the head with the arrow and notched another arrow as the zombie fell to the ground. Then as the other came he hit that one in the head too. He nodded at his work. He went over and retireved his arrows and the leather duster coat he had dropped. He took off his hoodie and put it in the pack he had brought that he had filled with food and put on the leather duster. It looked good he thought and moved on.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:56 pm


Tyler flicked the cigar butt into the night and closed the heavily reinforced boxcar. It had been two nights since he'd found the train abandoned. The station didn't have many ghouls around; he was able to dispatch most of them with his .22. Small it might have been, but Tyler liked the lower calibur for two reasons: A- .22 ammunition could be found anywhere, and the list of guns that fire .22 was quite extensive. B- The shot was powerful enough to penetrate one side of an undead skull, but not the other. Instead of passing through an enemy's head, it simply ricocheted all over the inside of the skull, turning the ghoul's rotten brain to mush. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief after the short fight. After a few more days work, the big engine might be running, then the train could function as a mobile base.

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:09 pm


Russ had found a motor cycle back some time ago and was on it now. He was riding around down town. It probably wasn't the best idea but he was curious of what it was like now. He had htought he heard gun shots from here. That's when a zombie pushed him off the bike. Rus fell and rolled as his bike crashed and caught fire after hitting a building going 60 mph. He unsheathed his sharpened katana and as the creature came up to him he cleaved it's head off. He shook his head as he wiped the sword off with a cotton cloth and replaced it in it's sheath. It was one of the last swords made by a famous sword smith from ancient Japan. He turned to find more infected coming. He was about to turn back when five more came from behind and to his right. Russ gulped and drew his katana again with his pump action. He decided going back an impossiblility and instead turned around again and charged forward and cut the closet zombie's head off and shot another dead. He had broke through and ran with the zombies on his tail. He ran up some stairs to a train station to make his stand. They would have to come up the steps to get him. He shot another one as it came up.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:27 pm


Tyler whistled through his teeth to the newcomer. He emerged on top of his boxcar, holding his favorite gun: The Squad Automatic Weapon. "Now that I've got your attention, I advise you to hit the deck." Tyler unleashed a stream of bullets, shredding the ghouls on the spot.

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:33 pm


Russ had ducked just in time to dodge the barrage of bullets. After he had stopped shooting Russ got up and saw one still crawling so he went over and shot it with his pump action. He pumpped his shotgun and put it away and headed to the other survivor and outstretched his hand to shake his hand in thanks with a smile.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:38 pm


"Call me Tyler. I'm not normally one to reach out to people so quickly, but I'm thinking shyness goes out the window when nearly everyone's dead. Come on inside. I don't have much food, but you're welcome to what I've got."

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 11:16 am


((Durn, you started it when I was offline...))

Nicole peeked out of one of the boxcar's windows after hearing commotion outside. She held a polished cedar walking stick in her hands, her shotgun strpped on her back with a rope. Even now, after all the zombies had been taken care of, she was cautious anyway. Who knows if they could be smart enough to find a way in? Or even evolve? Or--? She cut herself off, her creativity getting ahead of her. Maybe reading and letting her mind turn to mush through electronics had fried it. Nah, that couldn't be it. "Did you find another survivor?" She asked Tyler.
PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 11:22 am


"Yup. A clean one, from the looks of him. Get him situated, I'm gonna make sure to clear out the ghouls." One more in their happy band, and maybe the train could get running that much sooner.

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 3:35 pm


Russ nodded and turned to the new person. He took off a backpack and placed it onto the ground. He unzipped it and showed that he had alot of non-perishable food and he smiled at the new person zipping up his backpack again. He may be trying to be friendly but he still didn't have the heart to speak. he just couldn't find his voice. He shouldered his backpack and shoulder bag that held his bow, arrow, shotgun, and ammo letting the person with the cane lead. His katana tucked in his belt loop seemed oddly comforting.
PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 5:11 pm


After several hours, a large vehicle could be heard outside the locked boxcar. After the engine died, a clunk could be heard as the door was slammed shut. Tyler called to the survivors. When the boxcar door slid gingerly open, the band was greeted by the sight of Tyler standing by a furniture truck, his weapon slung over his shoulders. He rolled up the door to reveal two couches, and several small but luxurious beds with linens. He also had a few crates filled with industrial size mounting hardware. "Look what I found, just layin' around at the Rooms 2 Go. I also got some stuff to bolt 'em to the floor, so they won't shift while the train's moving. We're gonna sleep good tonight--and tomorrow we'll get this thing running"

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:49 pm


Russ came out to see what the commotion was. He peered around and saw the man. He smiled as he came up but then peered around again for anything following the truck. There was and Russ tapped Tyler on the shoulder and pointed at some incoming zombies and got out his katana and headed off after them. He nodded at the man with the beds as he passed and when the zombies saw him they ran towards him. Russ made quick work of them and came back to help the man unload everything.
PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:59 pm


Once the newly outfitted sleeper car was finished, Tyler threw himself onto one of the beds like child. After a few moments' bouncing, he spoke to the newcomer. "You don't talk much, do you? You got a name?"

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:02 pm


Russ shook his head but handed Tyler a peice of paper explaining that his name was Russell Stallings and that after his family had become infected and he had to kill his still human mother he had lost his voice. He had prepared it just for this reason.
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