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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:53 am
SPACEWell, it finally happened. Half the world got turned into zombies and are feasting on the rest of us. Except for those who survive and turn into zombies themselves, of course. Guess we gotta load up and get our zombie-killing on! Eventually, we're going to run out of ammo, though, so we better start looking for this rumored biological weapon that eats dead flesh. I heard it was hidden in a top-secret government facility located underground right here in this city.SPACEReady to go? Awesome. As soon as everybody else shows up, we can head out. Remember, keep a sharp eye out for those stinking zombies. If you get infected by their bite, we'll leave you behind. We don't haul dead weight around here. Oh, and be on the lookout for smart undead. I heard some rumors that some zombies are controlling others to hunt in packs. Bet they'll be pretty hard to beat.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:58 am
 AЪѳυт TЋҽ Cѳɴтҽsт SPACEThe contest is now closed, but people may continue to join and post. No prizes will be handed out anymore, and the below information is mostly irrelevant.SPACETo enter, submit a profile to the official profile thread here. The last day to submit a profile is March 16th! If you want to use a character from a different roleplay, include a link to that other roleplay where your character's profile is posted. If you've never roleplayed before, but want to enter, go to the official profile thread and fill out the profile skeleton.SPACEWhen I say "use a character from another roleplay", I really mean it. You can bring in your favorite character from your favorite roleplay, complete with all their abilities/powers/weapons, etc. They don't have to be changed in any way for this contest. Just keep in mind this question: What would your character do if they were suddenly dropped into a world infested by zombies?SPACEPrizes will be awarded in five categories:
BLANKSPACEBLANKSPACEBLANKSPACE▸▸Most In-Character
BLANKSPACEBLANKSPACEBLANKSPACE▸▸Best Posting Style
BLANKSPACEBLANKSPACEBLANKSPACE▸▸Most Dynamic Character
BLANKSPACEBLANKSPACEBLANKSPACE▸▸Most In-Depth Roleplayer
BLANKSPACEBLANKSPACEBLANKSPACE▸▸Most Involving CharacterSPACEOne winner will be picked for each category and awarded 75k. One person can win more than one category, but that's up to the judges.SPACEThe roleplay opens on February 24 and closes April 29th. The last day to submit a profile will be March 16th. To be eligible to win, you must be active in the roleplay for most of the contest period and follow the contest rules. What is considered as being active will mostly be up to the judges. Spamming the roleplay thread with one-sentence posts will not be considered as being active.Winners will be announced on May 6th.SPACEAnyone can enter. It doesn't matter if you're a veteran roleplayer or just starting out. Everyone has an equal chance to win. Winners won't just be the people who write novels in super tiny font or have enormously elaborate posts, so don't be intimidated if you see that. They can also be the people who post a paragraph or two at a time in one color. The judges aren't looking for quantity, they're looking for quality.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:59 am
Ɍυɭҽs ▸▸ Follow Gaia ToS and Rules and Guidelines▸▸ Follow BURN Rules▸▸ These rules can and will change periodically, so check back often.▸▸ Absolutely no page-stretching!▸▸ Do not spam the roleplay with short posts. Each post should help further the plot in some way.▸▸ Do not PM profiles to the judges or NPC players. Post all profiles in the official profile thread.▸▸ NPC profiles are not eligible to win any of the categories.▸▸ People playing as NPCs may enter another profile for a chance to win one of the categories. (Except for me, because I'm hosting the contest, of course!)▸▸ Read everybody's posts or you'll miss important plot stuff.▸▸ You can PM other contestants to set up subplots and plan fights. In fact, we encourage you to do that! It'll make this roleplay contest more fun!▸▸ If you know you're going to have to leave for a while, like for the weekend, let me know either by commenting on my profile or posting in the contest discussion thread.▸▸ Romance is fine, but no cybering.▸▸ Foul language for character-developing purposes is allowed, provided that it's not a secret way to insult the other people in the contest.▸▸ Out of Character chat (OOC) should be put clearly marked as such. Using parentheses is fine, such as {{ }}, (( )), or [[ ]].▸▸ If you didn't read the rules and break one (like sending a profile to a judge or something), you'll be disqualified from the contest.▸▸ God-moders won't be able to win any prizes and will probably be visited by a horde of hungry zombies sent from the universe and devoured.▸▸ Magic, future technology, other non-humans besides zombies, and anything else I haven't mentioned is allowed as long as it's not god-mode status. See above rule for the fate of god-moders▸▸ Be creative!
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:00 pm
NPCs // Јυɗɢҽs Quote: Username: Tina 138 Character name: Desirae Picture: Age: 24 Height:5'3'' Weight: unknown stare History: A cyborg created after protecting her little sister from harm. Both, Desirae, and her sister, Tina, were killed but with their brains in tact they were given new mechanical bodies. Abilities/Strengths: Well trained in a new neo-millitary martial arts known as the Valhalla Arts. Also has a strange ability to keep up and figure out opponents rhythm. Weaknesses: The fear of losing what is left of her family, sales at the mall. Weapons: Fist/Feet, a cyberpunked out naginata. Character name: Tina Picture: Age:21 Height:5'4'' Weight: Unknown stare Gender: female History: *see Desirae's history* Abilities/Strengths: Just like her elder sister, she is well trained in the Valhalla arts. But unlike her sister she can't predict the next move of her opponent. She made up for this with brute strength. In their universe, she was known as Tina the Tank. Able to take any hit and dish back out. Weaknesses: Losing her family, work out equipment. Weapons: Fist/Feet and a large cyberpunk axe. Character Name: Elle/ Aunt Elle Picture: Age: Kind of rude but, 39 Height: 5'8'' (without heels) Weight: stare really again? Gender: Female History: After losing her nieces in the beginning of the robot rebellion, she was determined to give them new and powerful bodies. Only, their heads and brains were salvageable. Using all the military based connections she had. She achieved her goal, but they would sleep for a century. She, in turn, turned her own body into a cyborg like her nieces. Abilities/Strengths: Creator of the Valhalla arts. Aside from years of military experience she is also a business woman and in her century of waiting she learned all she could about medical science and and engineering Weaknesses: Her nieces getting hurt and being backed into a corner...which turns out bad. Weapons: A technology based bow with several different kinds of enhanced arrows, a wakisashi and her fist/feet. Quote: Owner Username: Let Me Live Character Name: Natalie Craig Reference Pictures: Click here for multiple reference pictures.Age: 23 Occupation: Cartoonist for local newspaper; would rather be a photographer Personality: A little shy / socially awkward, idealistic, quiet, a worrier, kindhearted Weapons: Various blunt weapons; relies on quick reflexes and speed to avoid most confrontations History: Natalie grew up with very loving, warm parents. When her father passed away, she took it hard. Afterwards, she threw herself into her studies. Natalie earned good grades and graduated with honors from university with a degree in photography. Unfortunately, the only job she could land was as a cartoonist at a local newspaper. Every month without fail, she sends a portion of her paycheck back home to her mother. It wasn't until Natalie started work that she realized how ill-equipped she was to deal with people. She genuinely likes and cares about people and is always willing to help out, but she is never quite sure of what to say and is too timid to make the first move unless pushed. When the outbreak happened, Natalie survived entirely because a pair of half-brothers—Max and Oliver St. James—found her cornered in her office and took her under their wing. Even now that they are part of a much larger group of survivors, she still trusts the boys more than anyone else. Natalie is aware of how lucky she is that they found her instead of... less savory folks. Character Name: Max St. James Reference Pictures: No real ones at the moment, but this guy isn't too far off if you gave him dark eyes and made him exhausted. Age: 27 Occupation: Med student Personality: Grouchy, defensive, exasperated with the world, but kind deep down Weapons: Good with guns History: Max's mother died when he was four, his father remarried and had a new son within a year. Unable to forgive his father, Max tends to take it out on his little half-brother (who just shrugs it off). So devoted to school and work, he hardly ever slept. He was almost an official surgeon at the hospital when the zombie apocalypse devastated the city. The hospital was practically ground zero, but Max made it out. When he stopped by his apartment, he found Oliver waiting for him. Max and Oliver found Natalie early after the outbreak. Max went into medicine for a specific reason—to help people. Plus, Natalie looked more than a little helpless, and who knows what kind of people could have come across her? And, well, crap, she's just so freaking sweet. Character Name: Oliver St. James Reference Pictures: None at the moment. He looks a lot like Max except with dark hair, light eyes, and a nice, healthy tan. Plus, he actually smiles. Age: 22 Occupation: Total free-loader; too busy having fun to hold down a job Personality: Friendly, personable, and capable of smoothing over most issues Weapons: Athletic to the core, Oliver can use any weapon you place in his hand. History: Oliver never did well in school, except when it came to gym class and making friends. After his high school graduation, he floated from job to job, but his main focus was experiencing the world. When the s**t hit the fan, he went straight to Max's apartment to check on his older brother. When it comes to Natalie, Oliver is pretty sure she's his new best friend. And, he's seen the way his brother has been looking at Natalie lately—he can't quite put his finger on why, but it makes him a little sad and uncomfortable. Quote: Username: desuforeverlulz Name: Iridaeon (a.k.a. Dante Nathaniel Anderson) Appearance: Age: 87 Height: 6'0" Weight: 160 lbs Gender: Indeterminate (asexually reproductive) History: Iridaeon belongs to a spacefaring species that is humanoid in appearance. He was sent to Earth as an infant by his guardian during a period of turbulence on his home planet, Gaithos. He was given the name Dante Nathaniel Anderson by his adoptive human parents, but later decided to go by Iridaeon, his birth name, following contact made by his guardian years after being sent to Earth. With a lack of a powerful radio signal or other sophisticated communication tools, he is no longer able to reach his home planet. His red eyes represent his present mental state. If he for some reason is not able to focus, his red eyes will slowly fade into a dark black void. If he is concentrating at a peak mental state, his eyes will shine the color of rubies quite vividly. Abilities/Strengths: Telepathy, psychokinesis, agility, strong at close quarters combat. Weaknesses: Numerous fears and phobias, vulnerable psyche, weak at long range combat. Weapons: Bare fists, melee weapons. Quote: Username: Irako of the Desert
Character name: Mara Robinson
Race: Human
Homeland: Sendaluan Empire
Affiliation: Sendaluan Imperial Navy
Appearance: {x}
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs
Personality: Cocksure, sensitive about her height, careless about social niceties, and not shy about her body. She loves to tease others and have fun. When it comes to a battle, though, she becomes focused and determined, with a bit of a stubborn streak. She tends to seek vengeance, especially when pirates injure or kill any of her crew.
Bio: Mara's father was a captain-for-hire. Her mother died while giving birth to her. After fostering her with a wet nurse for the first few years, her father took her along on his shipping contracts rather than be parted from her. She grew up learning how to follow timetables, how to coax more speed out of any airship, and how to negotiate a better contract. She also learned how to inspire a crew made up of many disparate peoples to work together. Soon after she turned sixteen, though, she decided to pursue a more stable career choice than captain-for-hire and joined the Sendaluan Imperial Navy. Her experience sped her through the ranks for the next two years, and for the next five after that, she distinguished herself in several battles against pirates. By her twenty-third birthday, she was given command of a battleship in Commander Airxon Zanfreed's fleet. It was named the Valkyrie and began to be known for its deadly accurate marksmen and her dependability. The Valkyrie could be counted on to be in the right place at the right time in order to support other airships.
Now, she wins enough prizes and makes enough money to support her father, allowing him to retire. He is constantly at her to get married and have grandchildren so that he has someone to spoil in order to keep him busy.
Skills and abilities: She has a deep sense of empathy for people, and is able to connect with almost anyone regardless of their origins. It makes her invaluable as a leader, since those under her command are extremely loyal to her because of this. It also helps her to coax more cooperation from her crew, and as a result, are noticeably more efficient than many other crews in the Sendaluan Imperial Navy. Her sense of fun helps her to make drills less tedious, and improves the skills of her crew above most other crews. She's a fairly decent shot, an above-average tactician, and a good hand with a sword. Her shield-saw and claw gauntlets deal a lot of damage in hand-to-hand combat as well.
Equipment: {shield-saw} {gear-blade} {claw gauntlets}
Other: The shield-saw and claw gauntlets were designed by her and made by an apprentice weapons-maker that didn't think she was completely crazy when she became captain of the Valkyrie. She saved up every scrap of prize money and salary ever since she joined the Navy and had enough to have the shield-saw and claw of her gauntlets made from the toughest metal alloy available in the Empire. They do not dent or bend when struck by swords or bullets, and both have incredibly sharp blades. She does not wear the claw gauntlets when wielding her gear-sword or a gun.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:07 pm
TЋҽ Dҽɑʀɭʏ Dҽѵѳυʀҽɗ…
(Disqualified contestants that got eaten by a horde of zombies sent from the universe in alphabetical order)
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:12 pm
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:25 am
 In the sky, what appeared to be a shooting star was falling fast down from
the heavens. As it approached earth, small bits of what appeared to be the
black hull of a ship broke off in fragments before wrenching upward suddenly
only to have a slightly softer landing as the ship took a long time skidding to
a halt. The sound was overwhelming, and anyone close enough to hear the
full force of it would leave their ears ringing.
The debris around the crash was inflamed and scarcely anything seemed to
be moving before a door on the backside of the ship opened and a man
jumped out, covered in a black tight suit from head to toe. As he pulled off
his black helmet, he scowled as he looked at his surroundings. Going back
to the ship, he pulled out a solar powered plasma gun and stuck it in his belt
before going to the front of the ship and looking inside the tinted black windows.
Swearing rather loudly, he kicked the still hot ship with the toe of his boot
and crawled back inside the ship to see if his Navigator had survived the
crash. he took his pulse and was relieved to find that he was just
unconscious for the moment. Taking what he needed to explore this place,
he closed the back door so that potential hostiles on this planet couldn't get
to his Navigator.
Looking around him with his piercing blue eyes, Icarius decided to find some
food, drinkable water and (if he could) a first-aid kit. He wanted to find out
where (and when) they were. This certainly didn't look like the Earth he had
known as a child, but more like what he had read about in History articles
when he had been in school.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 11:10 am
  ℳαɼα ℛѳʙɪɳsѳɳℒѳcαϯɪѳɳ: No longer aboard the Valkyrie... Where the hell am I?
After a full ten minutes of holding still and waiting for the illusion to be broken by her magitechnicians, she finally gave up and headed over to the nearest building. If she was really trapped in an illusion, one of her crew members would grab and stop her from hurting herself. In the meantime, she was going to test this illusion by checking the solidity of the building.
The strange, gray material was cold under her fingertips and very, very solid. Mara inhaled sharply, and spun around again, panic rising in her chest. This was definitely not an illusion, and she was definitely not on the Valkyrie anymore. She was stuck in a strange place, with limited ammunition, no supplies, no shelter, and no idea of where to get any of those things. For a woman who'd grown up in the rich Sendaluan Empire and sailed the open skies from port to port, this was a hopeless situation. After a few minutes of battling her panic, she forced herself to take a few deep breaths and calm down. She hadn't risen to the status of naval captain so quickly by letting her panic and fears get the best of her. She needed to prioritize her needs and start finding solutions to her problems. Foremost was finding supplies. The city she was now in looked abandoned, but perhaps there were hidden stores of things that scavengers had missed. Mara picked a direction and set off.
What she wasn't aware of was the small pack of zombies stalking her. Five of the undead watched her with eyes alight with hunger for her flesh. They slunk silently from shadow to shadow, trailing her and waiting for the right moment to pounce. She was also unaware of the recently crashed space vessel and how close to it she was, having appeared there just after the dust of the impact had settled down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:03 pm
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Soft groans came from inside the ship, the wreckage bad enough to where the smoke nearly suffocated the few survivors inside it. With a loud curse, a hand waved rapidly, the fires extinguished as more coughing and groans were heard. “Where are we?” “Does that really matter, Ziggy?!” Snapping, a woman came out of the destroyed ship, quickly finding her knees had forgotten to work. She fell, hard, onto the barren ground, landing on hands and knees. Her eyes closed, the golden hues hidden for a moment before another sound could be heard beside her. Apparently her friend lacked the same grace she did when landing from ten feet. “Doesn’t matter? I don’t know this place, Tora…” Golden hues opened, looking up to see the wasteland before her.
“Well… this is lovely.”
Standing, she grabbed onto a metal piece, her gloves protecting her hands well enough from the shards but not well enough from the heat. That was alright. Heat meant home in her mind. “The ship’s destroyed… s**t, alright… Look for survivors. I’m finding where the hell we are.” Walking off, she felt her blue haired friend grab her, frowning. “You’re kidding… Right? You’ll never find your way out there. We’re in a damn wasteland… and that over there looks like some deathtrap.” Tora smirked, grabbing her friend’s hand and shoving it off before stealing the gun from his own holster, replacing it in her own. “Sounds like fun. Now, find some survivors. There’s gotta be someone alive around there.”
She began to walk off, her boots making no sound as she entered the city. There was another ship crashed just a half mile from her own, the debris obvious. That would be her first step. First, however, she needed to get through the part of the damn city. If what happened in the last city had happened here too, she’d need more than this gun. Then again, it’d been a while since she had cooked up some zombies. A smirk on her lips proved her point. It’d been way too long.
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(Hopefully this is alright sweatdrop )
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:17 pm
 Well, now... That had been incredibly stupid of her, Natalie decided.
They—'they' being the band of survivors Natalie belonged to—had decided she and the St. James brothers would scout out a nearby city for supplies and other survivors. This was not an unusual arrangement, since the boys accompanied her everywhere, anyway. They had ever since the first day they'd rescued her from her newspaper office after killing all her infected coworkers.
But, well, it was a city. It had been in bad shape, overrun with zombies. (Max really hated when she called them that—it wasn't "correct medical terminology." Natalie continued to do so anyway.) There was a horde, and now...
She was alone, separated from her self-proclaimed protectors, with nothing but a bent crowbar and a gun that had too much kick for her. There had to be other survivors in a city that size, especially considering the surrounding land. She just needed to stay put, stay alive, and hope she—
Dear god, was that an explosion?
Except, no flames, no fire... Natalie leaned out the window of the abandoned apartment, narrowing her eyes at the dark horizon like that would be enough to enhance her vision beyond human capabilities. There had definitely been something, and she could have sworn she'd heard it, whatever 'it' was.
In the time it took her to decide what to do, there was another burst of movement, sound, and light as something else crashed, and Natalie quickly threw her hand over her eyes to shield them, although she was far enough away that nothing would have actually happened. When she dared look again, she saw a plume of smoke rise into the sky, a pale bruise. It only took seconds before she noticed other movement in the city, creatures stirring that had been idle before as they were awoken—lured—by the sound.
It wouldn't be quiet for much longer. And, Natalie thought, she should really stop standing in an open window for anyone to see.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:37 pm
Verra had checked the skies before he set out prowling that morning, and the weather had looked mild. Sparse cloud cover, no stormheads on the horizon, plenty of sunshine -- good for his skin, and bad for walking meat -- and all had looked practically ideal, if a bit on the chilly side. Certainly, there was no forecast for an incoming of extraterrestrial life.
And yet, there he was, perched on the roof of a burnt out 7-Eleven and witnessing the second spaceship of the morning plummet out of the sky.
"What the ********," the alien hissed, eyes already narrowing in annoyance. Who knew what sort of unwanted attention all these crashes were attracting? Verra wasn't irritated with the arrival of more 'survivors' (could anyone who hadn't been present for the outbreak even be referred to as such?); in fact, he had been on the lookout for someone brawny to balance out his lean, quick-footedness. However, a meathead was of no use to him if its arrival was marked by a gigantic fiery goddamn crash and subsequent explosion.
And, worse yet, he was going to have to go towards all the noise if he wanted a better chance of finding a ********." Being a part of Earth's ecosystem had greatly enhanced his vocabulary, among other things.
Well, it was best to be prepared, he supposed. The scrawny alien drew out a laser gun with his right hand, then leapt from his vantage point to cling to the wall of the next building over. Zombies, as he'd noticed, were shitty climbers.
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