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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:00 pm
☢ Щ ҽ ɭ ϲ ѳ ɱ ҽ ☢ ⇉ The year is 2025. It's been five years since Iran succeeded in making a nuclear weapon and tested it on America. Only five years since the beginning of World War III. Yet every where you turn there is destruction, chaos, and death. The first bomb hit the small town of Joplin, Missouri. It completely wiped out the town and affected those living in the nearby town of Neosho. Everyone died. The next bomb hit New York City. Then there was attempt on D.C. It failed luckily and we were officially at war with Iran. Many of the neighboring countries in the middle east and Europe took our side.Others took Iran's. And the rest tried to stay out of it, of course that didn't work. ⇇ ⇉ Iran and it's allies took no prisoners and it quickly became kill or be killed. It was a second cold war with invasions. Eventually the true survivors realized that the only way to live was underground, so entire cities were built below the Earth. That's where our story starts. In the underground bunker below what used to be Vegas there is a group of survivors, scrounging what they can from the area around them. But every trip above ground is dangerous and they are running out of supplies and soon they will have to move to another underground city. Yet there are enemy camps all over the country. What will happen to them?
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:01 pm
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Refugee - Survivor *[/align][/size] Feel free to use either an anime picture or real. I expect your bio to be at least three sentences and the personality should be at least three main character traits. As for the difference between the roles of Refugee and Survivor. A refugee is someone that stays with the survivors because they know how to survive. They generally may be considered dead weight but they are the ones that go in and collect the materials such as food, water, gas, ect. while the survivors keep an eye out for hostiles. The survivors are the ones that are the best with weapons and have been appointed to ensure the survival of the group. There can only be a maximum of 5 survivors so first come first served. Please pm me with profiles. ⇇
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:03 pm
☢ Ρ ɾ ѳ ғ ȋ ɭ е ȿ ☢
Ș ȗ ɾ ѵ ȋ ѵ ѳ ɾ ' ȿ Ebony Nevaeh 
Name:
Jo Harding
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Height:
5" 1'
Weight:
112 lbs
Other Features:
Her left hip holds a tattoo of a Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver, her right hip has a bolt-action .300 Winchester Magnum sniper rifle tattoo, and across her entire back there is a tattoo of a cherry blossom tree. Her right ear is pierced 3 times on the lobe one in the cartilage and with an industrial piercing. Her left ear holds the same minus the industrial. She used to have her belly button pierced but it itched so she took it out and let it grow over.
Biography:
Jo is one of the few children that the government selected from a young age into a secret program where they raised them to be spies and assassins. She was taught to shoot by the time she was 6, could kill a man with her bare hands by ten, and has always been able to appear innocent and blend into her surroundings. When Iran began the attacks she was sent out to try and get as much information on the enemy as she could. When everyone was forced to move underground she was quickly appointed as one of the leaders of the group due to her multiple survival skills and instincts that came with the government training.
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Jo seems to be very cold on the exterior, in fact she has been referred to as the Ice Princess multiple times. The true side of her personality is that she is very caring and wants nothing more than to help the refugees. She feels that the incident and the reason they are hiding is her fault for not being able to detect the enemies plans and she will gladly sacrifice herself if it insures the survival of the group.
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Survivor Rogue_Vector 
Name:
Jason Matox
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Height:
5"8'
Weight:
185 lbs
Other Features:
The mask is a government issued mask that he has modified to his liking, His backpack consists of a bowie knife, two pistols, two hand grenades, and his trusty, makeshift, iron spike mace. He also has a tattoo on his left should that has a broken skull with a serrated dagger going through the center of it, crossing to the back. He's a large man, who likes large charges through cities on his trusty steed, Death Jaw...
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Jason raised himself for most of his life, his parents died when he was five leaving him to fend and scavange to himself. After many years alone and training with his guns when he mastered their use at age eight, he tracked down and killed the people who killed his parents by the time he was twelve. He always had a fascination with motorcycles, the way they looked, the way the drove, the way they felt. By the age of sixteen he found the motorcycle for him and took it, he gave it the name Death Jaw due to it being able to have survived anything fired, thrown, hit, etc at it. When the s**t hit the fan, he headed to the underground bunker of what use to be Vegas. He trusted people there, only a few but he trusted people there.
Personality:
Loyal, Rough, Determined, Blunt, Honest
Role:
Survivor
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:16 pm
☢ Ρ ɾ ѳ ғ ȋ ɭ е ȿ ☢
Ɍ е ғ ȗ ɡ е е ' ȿ Jaxter23 
Name:
Julius Criolus (AKA "DOC")
Age:
32
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
185lbs
Other Features:
He carries a Crimson Metal .50 Revolver who he calls "Sheila"
Biography:
Leaving Germany at the age of seventeen, he pursued a career as a medical doctor to make his family proud. After the united states became a war zone, he was unable to return home to help the soldiers fight for the Americans. Having only the technical know how to survive, he modifies weapons and armor to help the people survive this apocalyptic season in exchange for protection and shelter. His medical degree allows him to be efficient in surgical and emergency situations. He has been traveling for some time now helping out the many bandits and hooligans along his way.
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Julius is strict, unforgiving, and calm. This shows in his actions and the way he moves. Being German, he's prone to insult those who he trusts in order to get results. Even being cold his warm heated side can be seen on rare occasions when he feels sentiment for his home land or when he is helping children...
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Refugee Jaxter23 
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Emelia Stell
Age:
6
Gender:
Female
Height:
4'5"
Weight:
70 lbs
Other Features:
Biography:
Emelia was a drifter, lost from her family and vulnerable to the elements. Julius found her and rescued her from bandits about to sell her to the market. She has been following Julius and using his kind heart as a barrier to the ruined world. When people see them together, most will assume that either Emelia is Julius's daughter or his little sister, but the reality is that she's no where close to his family tree.
As payment for sharing his food, Emelia is said to help tend with the sick and injured that Julius accepts as patients. She looks up to her savior as a big brother, going as far to call him 'Big Brother'.
Personality:
Emelia is kind hearted, sweet, and gentle. Her childish nature tends to be easily controlled by many people, tending to leave her to be used and abused. She clings to Julius as a security blanket to protect her despite his little insults. All aside, there is no one better to bring out the German's soft side and calm him down.
Role:
Refugee
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 1:50 pm
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
✘ Ｊ ｏx Ｈ ａ ｒ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｇ ✘
Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ  ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ═══════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo sighed and leaned against the shelves as thunder rolled over head and shook the ground beneath it, shaking the shelves and swinging the lights. Once the vibrations stopped she let go of the shelves and picked up the cans that had fallen and resumed her counting. Finally she reached the dismal number that continued to shrink. Groaning she turned on her heel, flicked out the lights, and used the red emergency lights to guide her out of the storage cabinet, through the armory, and into the large common area. Looking around at the rough looking group of refugees she walked around and talked with them, hoping to raise morale. They needed to go on another raid soon, they were running dangerously low on the provisions. From her earlier count they only had enough left for roughly three more days. She knew the situation was just getting worse, more and more of the group were getting sick, and everyone was malnourished. When she was done talking to the adults she turned and made her way over to the group of children playing with empty bullet shells twisted into rough shapes of cars and dolls. She crouched down and lightly ruffled one of the childrens hair. There were only five of the children left. Three little boys and two girls. Jo smiled and played with them for a while before straightening up and scanning the room for one of the other survivors, Jason, to organize the next raid. Spotting him across the common area she jogged through the camps of threadbare blankets and smoldering coals. She caught his elbow and dragged him towards the entrance to the base where her camp was. "Jason, there is only enough food left for three, maybe four days. We need to go out on another raid, especially if we are going to try and save the sick." she murmured as she glanced around to make sure the others didn't hear her. She kept and calm, cool mask in place so that the refugee's wouldn't panic. If they saw her even mildly upset that's what would happen. After all, she was the ice princess, she didn't have emotions.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxx x☢x x☢x
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 3:14 pm
 Jason looked around to make sure no one was in a scramble. "Jo, I told you I'm doing what I can to find more provisions for us. Luckly, there is an old supermarket about three blocks from here that has provisions in it, it seems to be untouched ever since this happened." He pulled out a map that was in pretty rough shape from his bag, and laid it out on the dirt floor. He pointed out the supermarket that he was talking about and drew an imaginary circle around it with his index finger. "We will go here and see what's inside, and get out got it?" He glanced over at Jo and smirked, he turned to walk out of the base when he realized something, he thought about that thing for a moment and continued to walk. He pulled the ragged mask over his mouth to hide the emotion coming over his face. Before the mask was fully over his face he yelled to Jo "Death Jaw will be ready to go on your mark!!" Then, continued to go prep his bike for the raid about to happen.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 3:30 pm
Julius held onto Emelia's hand making sure she moved through the rubble without getting cut by the crumbled metal that poked out through the cement like the jagged teeth of a wild animal. They had lived together for a few years already, scavenging for supplies in the rubble. In the past few days, the two had been lucky to find an old medical vehicle still intact, giving them enough supplies to tend to major wounds and enough radiation pills for them to go out on, a few re breathers for more scavenging time.
He nestled the breather over his nose before letting go of Emelia and digging through the rubble. Emelia danced and sang a song in German, something Julius sang to her every night. A look of disappointment swept over his face after finding an empty oxygen tank. There is a tiny blip on his radio calling him back to reality and forcing him to turn to Emelia who skipped around swaying her arms. The young were always so innocent, laughing where death roams, where sickness lays its dirty hand among the masses.
He picked up his radio and felt thumbed over to another radio station. They'd have to stay out another night, might as well have good music. "Come here little one, it's unlikely we will find anyone out tonight, not many scavenge in this area." The little girl nodded her head and hopped over to him. She was so small, so gentle as she hugged him and jumped into his arms. "It'll be alright little froiline..." He cleared out a spot for her to lay and began clearing the area.
"Maybe in a day or so we'll find some one... Nice people... For now, we'll sleep here." Julius made a small fire using a lighter from his pocket and random pieces of wood. The soft glow could barely be seen from the pocket it was dug into allowing the two good shelter. He placed his filter mask over Emelia's nose and took out a cigarette. The embers began to glow bright as the sun began to sank. Inspecting her mask, he began patching the seals and fixing the hose using the parts they found.
"Big brother?" "I'm not your big brother... Stop calling me that..." He knew it was useless to tell her that. "Big brother? Can you tell me a story?" She pleaded, Emelia sank softly into her over hanging clothes and clung to them for warmth. Julius grimaced for a moment, wanting to stay serious. She always wanted this, he chuckled and laughed, "Fine... Fine... Okay... So... Once upon a time, there was a little girl... Who lived in a house made of ginger,""Ginger bread?""No, just ginger... That spicy stuff that they put with sushi... Every day of her life was filled with that spicy smell, so spicy that her face would always be like this," He squinted his eyes together to make a disgusted face that looked like he could sneeze at any moment.
Emelia giggled and laughed under the mask. "Big brother... I'm sleepy." "Then go to sleep little one." "Will you still be here when I get up big brother?" "Of course... Your big brother will always be there when you need him." He laid a hand on hers, gently squeezing, she was such a nice little girl. When she smiled, he smiled back and kissed her forehead. "Now go to sleep."
As she fell asleep in the sound of the radio playing old records, Julius sat by the fire and pulled out his wallet with a picture of his family. His eyes glazed over leaving him a bit hurt. He pushed his glasses and flicked his cigarette. He was a long way from home...
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:08 pm
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ═══════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo looked at him and rolled her eyes as she headed back to the armory where she loaded up with three handguns one in a thigh holster and two in a holster by her ribs, her sniper across her back, and a machine gun slung across her back as well. When he said that his bike was ready when she was she frowned at him. "It's three blocks, the ruble is blocking the roads. We are walking." she said as she tied her customary bandanna to cover her nose and mouth. When it was in place she pushed open the heavy doors to the bunker a crack so they could slip out. Once out int he open Jo brought the machine gun up to her shoulder and slowly began to creep across the side walk, scanning the area as she went. Soon she spotted a thin trail of smoke from a fire and she quickly rounded the corner, already aiming at the figure crouched by said fire. When she noticed they were unarmed, and a child was sleeping next to them she lowered her weapon and approached them. "I'm Jo Harding, leader of a nearby survivor group. We've been living in a bunker underground not far from here. Would you like to join?" she asked softly, looking at the child, a little girl, with a soft look that only children got from the ice princess. Only children could bring out emotions in the ice princess because at her young age of 17 Jo realized that she would probably never be allowed to have children of her own. Jo sighed lightly and turned to the man she had been addressing, looking at him he seemed to be middle aged and possibly German. "Wie ist ihr Name?" she asked softly, nodding towards the little girl sleeping peacefully admist the rubble.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxxx☢xx☢x
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:22 pm
Jason mumbled under his breath "Heh, typical Jo." He grabbed the backpack from his bike and got a pistol out of it and put it in a holster on the side of his leg and then slung the bag over his shoulder and followed Jo. He realized he almost forgot his bandana and tied it around his left arm. As he proceeded to follow Jo he heard her speaking in German and pulled his gun from his holster and turned the corner raising his gun, then realized that she had found a few refugees, put his gun away and joined her, crouching down on a knee to figure out what was going on.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:49 pm
He held up a hand, "Shush... It's alright, I speak English," Julius put on his breather after switching Emelia's onto her face. The German took a long, deep breath in before glancing at the red haired girl. "My name is Julius, I'm a medical doctor and technical enhancer, this little one behind me is named Emelia... She's been traveling with me for two years. I'm not unarmed so don't think of making a move..." He said, glancing at the man beside her.
His revolver sat underneath him, he only had two bullets, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least get one. Not like he needed to, after hearing about the refugee camp he sighed, "Sorry... Yes, we'd like to join, we need a place to sleep at least, and for payment I will tend to the sick and injured and share a few rations. We've met a few people in the past... It's not kind to say around children... That's we're edgy right now."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:58 pm
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
✘ Ｊ ｏx Ｈ ａ ｒ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｇ ✘
Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ═══════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo listened to his story and nodded decidedly, she stood and nodded towards the shaopping center they were headed to in the first place. "First we are going to the shopping center, there are still supplies there. You can come with us or stay here but I can't guarantee your safety if you stay here." she told him as her eyes flickered to the little girl, Emelia.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxxx☢xx☢x
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 5:13 pm
After hearing the man's tory he looks at Jo and nods. "I'll scan the area up ahead and take out any threats that may be ahead. I'll come back when it is clear." He gets up off of his knee and reaches for something in his pocket hoping it is there. "Here, this is for her, I mess with these things all the time." As he pulls out of his pocket a makeshift doll made out of a few bullet casings, he hands it to the man then nods toward Jo and starts walkig ahead to clear the path ahead.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 5:21 pm
Julius took the doll in his hand and turned it about, the shells looked pretty gruesome to be a kid's toy, but it was alright for Emelia. He placed it in his pocket, "Thanks, I'll give it to her when she wakes up." His hands run over Amelia's hair softly before going under to pick her up and carry her on his back. "I'll go... It's better to go together than stay alone." There is a little stumble in his step as he carries he child, both of them have back packs filled with food for many people and medical supplies they scavenged.
"Alright... Let's go," He says, picking up his revolver and shifting his weight forward.
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