My character name: Frederich Voss Character ID number: 111 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile:Frederich VossView Faction: University Rank: 1, as much as being called a 'freshman' makes his upper lip curl.
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:57 pm
Character Name: Frederich Voss Age: 60 Gender: M Employment: Law professor Faction: District 1 (University) Character description: Appearance: Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.
- Has a bad knee and shoulder from old injuries, he's not the most agile. If he ends up getting overwhelmed, that's probably it for him. - Highly unpleasant, smug personality that makes him unpopular with students. People probably aren't going to go out of their way to save him. + Mean as they come and isn't afraid to bop a zombie in the head with his cane. Scientists have theorized that piss and vinegar run through his veins instead of blood. + He's very shrewd; comes with years of knowing his way around the law. He could probably get by decently enough so long as he remains two steps ahead of the undead hordes. Not that zombies care about the law, but they don't know the layout of the university as well as he does. ? Could be mistaken for a zombie himself. Possibly. Maybe.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was late, as usual; Frederich had holed up in his office well into the night grading papers as he often does, muttering to himself about his students' terrible diction and how English is their first language and yet they still forget important things like the Oxford comma and basic ficken punctuation. He's in the middle of smearing one such paper with red ink when the lights flicker out, and he sits in the darkness for a few moments to see if they flick back on.
They don't.
He cuts through the darkness with one resigned, heavily-accented, "********," because fewer words in the English language were more fun to say than that. With little else to do but reach for his phone, he turns on the flashlight app and makes his way towards the window, idly noting to himself that he doesn't remember hearing anything about any storms coming in tonight; and as expected he finds no raindrops on the panes.
Just barely visible under dim moonlight, however, is movement -- shambling, unnatural movement along the ground. Frederich tenses, narrowing his eyes at the spectacle below. He had heard something on the news about a virus or other, but shrugged it off like every other alarmist report in the last decade warning people of the latest deadly epidemic that would surely spread across the world and doom us all, only to ineffectually piffle out before it even made it overseas.
No, that's silly.
It was a little early in the year for a hockey riot, wasn't it? Maybe they were practicing for it, who knows, Frederich doesn't keep up with sports. Well, no use trying to get past all that nonsense. Might as well lock the door and hope there's a signal so he can try to phone his husband and let him know that he'll be staying the night in the office, the students are getting rowdy and he'd really rather not deal with getting his car flipped over again. He learned his lesson about people out in the streets in large droves in this country years ago, so he is staying right here but not before propping up the guest chair under the doorknob with a resigned sigh.
Hopefully it'll clear up by morning.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 3:10 am
[spoiler][quote="OOC"] Currently being dragged by the ankle by a flying intestine ghost. Things happen.
[b]Character's name:[/b] Frederich Voss [b]Character's faction:[/b] University [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=24794519#373983081]Yo[/url] [b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [b]Frederich Voss[/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=111]View[/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.
Acquisitions: A toonie, a battered dictionary, some candy, and an mp3 player.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 5:27 pm
Logbook Entry: Between Day Zero and Now The flowery, verbose writing is written in a nearly unreadable, flowing cursive in blue ink.
I suppose it is a small consolation that it is my right eye that has been currently blinded (for I am left-handed), the swelling is finally going down a small bit at least. Never in my life did I think I was to end up living at my job; at least for as long as this outbreak lasts before we either all perish or some proper authorities come and take the remainders of the truly living out of here and render this land habitable again.
I have more or less resigned myself to the fate of the former. It is only a matter of time before we are overwhelmed, unless someone outside is contacted. I find it peculiar that the Canadian government hasn't sent any military or disease control authorities or even search and rescue parties and we are all but left to fend for ourselves; not even aerial supply drops like they do for war zones but leaving us to fend for ourselves like animals.
I suppose it's fitting. Many faculty and students were injured when we dared try to leave the campus into further reaches of the city, only to have grenades lobbed at us and other reckless violence. I wanted little to do with it afterwards and returned to campus where I could be of more use there, than risk further injury or potential contact with the infected. I may, once my eye has adequately healed, go back out with the others since the dust seems to have settled.
What I would like to know is why I keep finding duck-printed towels and why I keep deciding to take them with me back to my dorm. The sweater I found, at least, was in pleasantly warm shades of grey. The towels make adequate pillows, I suppose. I have also found a small lump sum of cash in a discarded wallet, although I am not sure what good it is for than some psychological sugar-coating for those who believe those pieces of paper still have any worth in these lawless shambles of society. Maybe I will use it to bribe some small-minded nitwit for supplies when mine inevitably run low, for only a fool could think fiat currency is worth anything when necessities matter more.
I dearly miss my husband. I am afraid to even try and find out what happened to him. I am aware that the residential district has formed its own faction like we at the university have ours; I have not gone out of my way to see if he's become a part of them for fear of finding out something more drastic.
I have not paid rent at my apartment and I hope when this is over I will not come home to find my possessions and my beloved houseplants on the curb. They are probably wilted by now, anyway.
Otherwise, aside from that mishap with the scoundrels outside of campus, things have been surprisingly orderly and I emphatically approve of this. I ought to inform Dr. Kendall and her minions they are doing above average work (there is always, always room for improvement).
Rescuer's name: San Bopha Rescuer's faction: Ghosts (Foreign exchange student at Amityville Academy) Victim's journal link:gaia_diamond Victim's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER At first, Bopha looks like an ordinary human, save for the soft, pulsating glow at the core of her chest. Bopha is a thin and short Khmer girl wearing a plain white top and a green sampot around her waist. The neckline of her top is stained with blood. She has dark brown skin, jet black hair tied up in a loose ponytail, and brown eyes. A white moonflower is tucked into her hair above her left ear. When she opens her mouth, pointed fangs and a long tongue can be seen. Humans will see her as only a floating head with trailing organs; she is a creature from Cambodian and Thai folklore known as a Krasue or Arp. Her entrails are illuminated by a flickering glow that corresponds with her heartbeat.
[spoiler][quote="OOC"] [b]Rescuer's name:[/b] San Bopha [b]Rescuer's faction:[/b] Ghosts (Foreign exchange student at Amityville Academy) [b]Victim's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=24794519#373983081]:diamond:[/url] [b]Victim's survival stats: [/b] [b]Frederich Voss[/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=111]View[/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] At first, Bopha looks like an ordinary human, save for the soft, pulsating glow at the core of her chest. Bopha is a thin and short Khmer girl wearing a plain white top and a green [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sampot#/media/File:Khmer_Traditional_Dancing.jpg]sampot[/url] around her waist. The neckline of her top is stained with blood. She has dark brown skin, jet black hair tied up in a loose ponytail, and brown eyes. A white moonflower is tucked into her hair above her left ear. When she opens her mouth, pointed fangs and a long tongue can be seen. Humans will see her as only a floating head with trailing organs; she is a creature from Cambodian and Thai folklore known as a [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krasue]Krasue[/url] or Arp. Her entrails are illuminated by a flickering glow that corresponds with her heartbeat.
