Infection: The Reboot (OOC/signups)

[The Great Devourer of All]

Character App

Character name:Max Thorn
Age:30
Personality:friendly and easily disturbed.
Appearance (picture or adequate description):black hair with brown eyes wearing a military uniform he is about 6 foot tall with a bandana and a beard.
Any previous combat or survival experience?:He was in the military for about 2 years and was training.
Weapons at start of RP:Desert eagle,Combat knife,AK 47
RP Sample: none
Extra notes:

For the RP sample, just write up a quick paragraph about an interaction between Max and a wild survivor that wants to kill him. That'll let me judge your skill for this kind of RP. Also, is Max in San Francisco because he's living there or because he's stationed there?

[Arstotzzkka]

Max Thorn and enemy encounter

Max was in his house and was barricading the windows and locking all doors when he saw the outbreak on the news he he puts on his military uniform and get his guns with some food and water in his back bag.He was using binoculars in his room upstairs and looking from it and scout the aria to plan where to go next."I can't stay here they will get me."Max said to himself.Several days later he ran out of supplies he finally goes out of his house to get supplies.He opens the door only to find zombies for him he ran instead of fighting them he reached a mall near his house and went inside hoping to find food and water.He was scavenging for food but he heard a sound and turned around and saw someone with a shotgun aimed at him.He quickly took cover and the looter shot and missed.Max takes out his pistol and starts shooting he is trying to suppress the looter.The looter shot all his shells at the wall max was hiding behind and the wall was destroyed.The looter was reloading the shotgun but Max sneaks around him and says"sweat dreams you bastard" he then kills him with a few stabs.He took the looter's supplies and got out of there.He returns to his home.

[The Great Devourer of All]

Max Thorn and enemy encounter

Max was in his house and was barricading the windows and locking all doors when he saw the outbreak on the news he he puts on his military uniform and get his guns with some food and water in his back bag.He was using binoculars in his room upstairs and looking from it and scout the aria to plan where to go next."I can't stay here they will get me."Max said to himself.Several days later he ran out of supplies he finally goes out of his house to get supplies.He opens the door only to find zombies for him he ran instead of fighting them he reached a mall near his house and went inside hoping to find food and water.He was scavenging for food but he heard a sound and turned around and saw someone with a shotgun aimed at him.He quickly took cover and the looter shot and missed.Max takes out his pistol and starts shooting he is trying to suppress the looter.The looter shot all his shells at the wall max was hiding behind and the wall was destroyed.The looter was reloading the shotgun but Max sneaks around him and says"sweat dreams you bastard" he then kills him with a few stabs.He took the looter's supplies and got out of there.He returns to his home.

It's not the best example of a quality RP post, but it'll do. I'll accept you on one condition: lose the AK-47.

[Badafar]

Seeing as it is set in california, are we using the IRL gun laws of the state? e.g. no full auto weapons, no silencers, 10 round magazine restriction and bullet buttons? or are we abandoning it for the sake of fun?

[The Peoples East Africa]

The legacy must continue.

Character App

Character name: Danny Lane
Age: 24
Personality: Loyal, strong willed, not too bright, calm, a little bit arrogant.
Appearance:

Any previous combat or survival experience?: Enjoys going camping off in the woods back home, and living off the land and whatever animals are unlucky enough to step into his traps.
Weapons at start of RP: Crowbar, fishing knife, machete
RP Sample: plz
Extra notes: For undisclosed reasons Danny's nickname is the Tank.

[The Peoples East Africa]

Trying out a gun-free approach this time around.

[Castle Crashers]

Trying out a gun-free approach this time around.

I'm doing gun-free because, well, it wouldn't really make sense on how he got the gun in the first place, let alone that he wouldn't know how to use it xD

[Arstotzzkka]

ok i will lose the AK 47

[Flauc]

Is it still an appropriate time to join?

[The Peoples East Africa]

Trying out a gun-free approach this time around.

I'm doing gun-free because, well, it wouldn't really make sense on how he got the gun in the first place, let alone that he wouldn't know how to use it xD

From my youtube research loads of 10 year olds have fully automatic weaponry for zombie situations, so you could totally have one

[Arstotzzkka]

this is my second RP so dont expect my RP skills to be MLG just saying.

[Castle Crashers]

Is it still an appropriate time to join?

Yep

I'm doing gun-free because, well, it wouldn't really make sense on how he got the gun in the first place, let alone that he wouldn't know how to use it xD

From my youtube research loads of 10 year olds have fully automatic weaponry for zombie situations, so you could totally have one

Yeah, but that's no fun...

[The Peoples East Africa]

Is it still an appropriate time to join?

Yep

From my youtube research loads of 10 year olds have fully automatic weaponry for zombie situations, so you could totally have one

Yeah, but that's no fun...

True, nothing quite like digging a knife into a man's flesh, and then getting eaten since you forgot to aim for the head. Good times in the apocalypse

[Castle Crashers]

Yep



Yeah, but that's no fun...

True, nothing quite like digging a knife into a man's flesh, and then getting eaten since you forgot to aim for the head. Good times in the apocalypse

Always, lol

[The Isles of Lux]

Character App

Character name: Wulf Eisenmann Bussler Leopold

Age: 23

Personality: No one loves the process of mental sparring more than Wulf, as it gives him a chance to exercise his effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove his points. Though Wulf is constantly in the process of mental shredding arguments and beliefs, he has no ultimate strategic goal in mind when he engages in this mental process of destroying ideas and concepts. He merely enjoys it. Playing the devil's advocate helps Wulf to not only develop a better sense of others' reasoning, but a better understanding of opposing ideas – both of which are things that Wulf seeks. Wulf is on a constant quest for knowledge, and what better way to gain it than to attack and defend an idea, from every angle, from every side? Wulf's good personality traits include that he is knowledgeable, a quick thinker, original, charismatic, and energetic. His personality flaws are that he is very argumentative, insensitive, intolerant, and can often have a hard time focusing.

Appearance (picture or adequate description): Wulf is a tall, lean man with a head of curly sandy brown hair. He is stout and athletic, with particularly muscular forearms and calves. His hair is not particularly short, but it is not particularly long, for it goes down to his eyebrows, and just over his ears. Wulf has unique stormy grey eyes, which seem to darken when he is angry, yet get lighter when he is excited. Wulf has grown a small, yet thick, mustache and beard.

Any previous combat or survival experience?: Wulf is an athletic individual, being a good runner, swimmer, and all around athlete. Through the years Wulf has trained himself to have multiple combat skills. He is adept at hand to hand combat, especially boxing and tae kwon do, and is skilled at making traps, such as pundit spikes. Wulf has been taught how to shoot a gun, but he is not exactly an expert marksman. Wulf is also knowledgeable of a few bomb-making recipes which he has picked up in his research over the years.

Weapons at start of RP: A .45 caliber Luger pistol, a large knife, and a backpack full of materials for some homemade explosives.

RP Sample: Wulf sprints down the hallway, his feet thudding loudly on the cold tiles of the floor as he makes his way to the end of the hall. The cold handle of the gun shoved into his waistband juts against his hip uncomfortably, yet it makes him calmer knowing it is there. When he reaches the end of the hallway Wulf does not even slow his pace as he yanks open the door and flies down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Behind him he can already hear the growing sounds of grunting and sniveling, signs that the things chasing him are not yet gone. Heart racing, lungs and muscles burning with exhaustion, the young man flies down the stairs with a newfound speed born of the desire for self preservation. Wulf hurtles down the stairs and quickly reaches the first floor, the door to which he yanks open. As he does so, something causes him to come to a screeching halt.

Only about ten feet in front of him, a man in a long torn brown coat is hunched over, back to Wulf. The man's entire body twitches, his muscles convulsing as the scent of living flesh reaches his nostrils. Wulf sees the old man's back tense up, sees his arms raise, sees him preparing to spin around, and he snaps into action. He takes a single stumbling step backwards, adrenaline and blood pounding through his veins as his hand instinctively snaps down to his waist. He leans backward, ripping the pistol from his waistband just as the man turns fully around and dives at him. In the single second that it takes Wulf to draw his weapon and fire a single shot directly into his foe's eyes, the creature formerly known as human pounces upon him, eyes wide and muscles tensed.

Crack!.. Thump.

Wulf gasps, his heart beating at such a fast pace he thinks it will explode. The old man's head had exploded, the energy had drained from his muscles just as he had landed on his prey. Wulf had desperately shoved the man's body off of him, and the limp form fell to the floor with a thud. Wulf breathes heavily, recovering from the nerve wracking near death experience. Even as he pants, his blood still thumping in a panic, a small smirk flits across his face. He can't help but find a dry bit of humor in the fact that he nearly died.

This moment of reflection ends swiftly, however. Wulf is brought roughly back to reality by the echoing, animal growl that rings out from the stairs above him, followed by two more growls, and the pounding of feet.

"Shit!" Wulf curses under his breath and shoves his weapon back into its place, taking off once more.

Extra notes: Wulf was travelling to the West Coast of America to visit a friend when his car broke down. Yeah, that's it.

[United Islands of Polis]

Character App

Character name: Ethan Stanford
Age: 23
Personality: Caring (To those he knows properly), Cautious, Optimistic, Helpful, Logical, Tactical, Ruthless to those he hates and tends to be very quiet when angry or sad
Appearance (picture or adequate description):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Guard_of_the_United_States#/media/File:M249_with_Mk46_stock.jpg

Any previous combat or survival experience?: Against the undead mostly since he only trained to fight people but never fought them but left the defensive line in a town when they were overrun, technically a deserter
Weapons at start of RP: M4 Carbine, M9 Beretta, 2 Frag Grenades
RP Sample:

Nation POV: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=376067
Single Character POV: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=362576
In the event this does not suffice (I advice you read this as this is practically his origin story):

"Everybody out now!" his commanding officer yelled as everyone got out of the LAV, Ethan got the M4 in between his legs and formed up with his squad, everyone was lead into a large court where the National Guard had set up an FOB "Alright, our objective is to defend this part of town until we get reinforcements, anyone who leaves will be considered a enemy of the state ad will be shot on site, do I make myself clear?!" a chorus of "Yes Sir!" was heard from the new platoon that arrived.

As everybody got to their assigned areas, the "goons" of the platoon began to make bets on who would die first, bet was on Ethan as he was the weakest of them all, he brushed it aside until the order to get ready was given. Ethan looked down the sights of his rifle, then he was frozen stiff as they were told the enemy was strong and numerous, they expected some sort of terrorist attack but were faced with something far worse "Holy Shit, Zombies!" everyone agreed and soon began to fire, but it was too late as the first line of defense was eradicated, Ethan was lucky to be a fast runner due to his abnormally light built, he immediately ran to the second line in time and his rifle now joined the sounds of survival.

He was too focused on fighting that he didn't hear his radio come to life "The FOB is compromised, I repeat the FOB is compromised!" the message repeated until he heard it, he ran towards the base, running at his fastest speed, he knew the price of deserting his post, but was it worth his life? The know Ex-Corporal ran to the motor pool hoping to find a vehicle of some sort, and he did, a Humvee ready to leave, as he approached it, his former squad-mate and tormentor popped out from the vehicle and pointed a pistol at him

"What do you think you're doing Stick?" he answered back "I could say the same for you Mr. Muscles? Are you planning to abandon your post?" before he could answer back Ethan spoke again "Look around you, the world is fucked, use you're imaginary brain for once, you stay here you die quite un-honorably and slowly, as for me I'm leaving" he said as he got in the vehicle "Wait, I want to come" his old tormentor yelled, Ethan grabbed his pistol and shot him in the leg "Remember when you said I'd die first, guess who just won the bet" he said as he closed the door of the Humvee and sped away as he left the former to die.

Extra notes: Humvee in origin story gets abandoned soon

[Badafar]

Character App

Character name: Marie Lambert
Age: 27
Personality: Fiercely dedicated to getting work done, good problem solver and compassionate.
Appearance:

Any previous combat or survival experience?: Two week long self-defence coursed.
Weapons at start of RP: S&W M&P BODYGUARD .38 Special
RP Sample: A faint scuttling down the eastern corridor set of a sudden alarm inside Marie's head, she quickly turned and stepped backwards, tilting her neck and squinting into the darkness to look for the source of the noise. Nothing. Marie turned her head behind her, looking back to the door she was heading towards, before looking back at where the unclaimed noise came from.

Shaking with a slight fear of the unknown, Marie lowered her nimble fingers to the small .38 revolver strapped to her hip in a slim fitting black holster, withdrawing it from its hold to clasp nervously on its ergonomic grip. The small handgun had been a gift from her boyfriend two years back, she always hated the idea of carrying something so dangerous with her every day, but pressure from her partner kept it on her at all times. Marie didn't want to use it, the idea of actually shooting someone sent a shiver through her body, a cold tremor from the nape of her neck to her toes.

Marie raised the gun slow and carefully as she inched back towards the door. Whatever made the noise before decided it was time to make his appearance, a shambling creature resembling a human stepped out of the shadows, bearing chipped teeth and a rotten breath. Instinctively, Marie fired the gun at the first sign of the shambling things face out of the corridor's gloom, striking it in the shoulder. Marie stepped backwards, whining as the loud noise and blinding flash of her gun stunned her in the tight confines of the building. However the creature carried on and Marie let her mouth and eyes widen as she watched it ignore the projectile, she fired again and struck it in the neck, severing the spin and forcing the thing to crumple to the floor.
Deafened by the gunshot once more, Marie retreated through the smoke and ran for the exit. Her hands shaking and her heart pumping with adrenaline. She had to get home.
Extra notes:

[Meritocratic Conglomerate]

Character App

Character name: York Owns
Age: 22
Personality: York leans on the introvert side of things.. Preferring to deal with machines and fiction over the complexities of real life and other people. Pragmatic and utilitarian York doesn't care much for aesthics or looks if there's more functional, as shown by his wardrobe and taste in clothing. His most grievous vice is that he's a massive procrastinator, a trait that's made him pretty lazy, to the point where he's quite most of the time because it avoids having to put the effort into a conversation, making him anti-social by choice.

Appearance: Standing at 5'9 and weighing 144 lb York's is fairly average for a guy his age. Although his rather lazy lifestyle has kept him less then physically fit, his dislike for junk and other "unhealthy" food, a mentality that was hammered into him by his mother from a young age, has kept him healthy. His choice of clothing reflects his functionality vs looks style of thinking. A dark grey jacket over a thin navy blue hoodie, beige khakis held up by a brown belt, and blue running shoes. He carries around a black wrist watch, G-Shock. Physically he has black hair and brown-ish skin, reflecting his Anglo-Hispanic backround, and light brown eyes.
Any previous combat or survival experience?: Has gun hunting several times with his uncle. Nothing too serious, has yet to kill an animal but knows how to work and use a gun. A couple fishing and camping trips from when he was a Boy Scout.

Weapons at start of RP: A wooden baseball bat, a pocket knife, Mace (Its like pepper spray), and a flare gun with two packs of four shells- one already loaded.
RP Sample: Links in my sig. Depths of Space (FT, Space), Emergence (MT Superhero), and a bunch of regional political stuff for Greysteel and Esquaruim (Current Region)
Extra notes: So was the infection dormant? As in, people had them but didn't turn into zombies until later, which they then did all at once.

[Sanabel]

Shift is over yay

[Corrian]

I might join this, since I've been kind of craving for a survival RP of sorts since I finished season 6 of The Walking Dead. Probably will add my typical survival RP character.

How long into the RP will it start, and for that matter, is it fine if I have people going crazy and taking advantage of the awful world be a big part of my characters start of the decline of her mental stability in this world? Because what really makes her start slowly degrading into a brutal character is losing her family to people.

Reposting since I think it got missed.

[The Peoples East Africa]

Shift is over yay

Hoorah! A certain person has tagged this.

[Sanabel]

Shift is over yay

Hoorah! A certain person has tagged this.

All hail the king.

Add yourself, France, and Hansa to roster pls on SoS. I'm too tired and I'm on mobile arm, and I'm going to forget.

[Barikistan]

I'll add soon I've gotta go offline right now.

[The Peoples East Africa]

Hoorah! A certain person has tagged this.

All hail the king.

Add yourself, France, and Hansa to roster pls on SoS. I'm too tired and I'm on mobile arm, and I'm going to forget.

Heil indeed.

Yes master.

[The Peoples East Africa]

All hail the king.

Add yourself, France, and Hansa to roster pls on SoS. I'm too tired and I'm on mobile arm, and I'm going to forget.

Heil indeed.

Yes master.

I am finished master.