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The Last of Us: Firefly Stories [OOC/Signups/CLOSED]

Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 8:20 pm

Hopefully by putting this at the top and in bold and centered I can get the point across to everybody. Arguing (unless obviously friendly) will not be taken lightly- at all -thus any arguments, if judged serious enough, will result in the immediate kicking of everyone involved. Keep the tone down and use your inside voices, a lot of good role-plays die because people are too inconsiderate and hateful to have fun and/or be polite. This rule can be enforced by both me and my co-ops. Now, I'm sorry for having to give that, but hopefully it will prevent or deter and possible hate. Thank you for showing an interest in this hopefully great RP and get reading!

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PROLOGUE
The year is 2033, twenty years after a fungal-based, brain-altering pandemic spread and infected nearly 60% of the world's population. Since the outbreak, the world has gone into a state of panic and frenzy as officials try to fix and keep the situation under control; when the World Health Organization's attempts to procure a vaccine fail, cities are placed under martial law one by one, and residents are assigned to designated quarantine zones that are supposed to separate them from the infected and keep them safe.

THE INFECTION
The Infected is the name given to the humans that have been infected by the cordyceps fungus that has devastated mankind. Infected in the first stage of infection (Runners) are no stronger than a normal non-infected human, and can sometimes be outrun by physically fit non-infected humans. Clickers, a more advanced form of Infected have far greater strength, capable of overpowering the average adult human male. They are completely blind, and rely on echolocation as their eyes are destroyed. They emit a series of clicking sounds (hence their name), and are able to assess their location based on the returning echoes.Unless the victim is immune, a bite from any Infected will result in what is known as "turning" in which the victim will become a Runner. At this point, some victims choose to commit suicide.

The Infected humans have since undergone a strange mutation by a specialized strain of cordyceps. Over time, the host's facial and physical appearance changes from how typical people look prior to infection. The infection causes fungal growths that make their faces completely unrecognizable. At later stages, their body begins to bulge, and more fungi growths can be seen on their skin. They may be eventually killed by the fungus, at which point their corpses will begin producing infectious spores. Their teeth are horribly rotten and jagged.

Upon becoming Infected, the victims eventually lose any ability to think and begin to behave irrationally as the fungus spreads in the brain. Relying on instincts, the Infected will attempt to throttle any human they find. Humans can become infected through bites, scratches, and by inhaling free-floating spores in the air that are released by deceased infected.

As the fungus grows, it gradually makes the host blind. They then develop echolocation to locate prey, which results in them making a distinctive clicking sound. After some time, the fungus will kill the host if too damaged, usually in a closed-off space so the fungus can spread further.

The Infected, while having a higher pain tolerance than ordinary humans, still have a vulnerability to injury. A Runner, when not attacking survivors, will moan in pain due to the fungal growth deforming its body. Clickers will occasionally struggle while being attacked from behind, showing extreme sensory awareness. Sometimes the ones that still have their entire faces intact look sad or worried as they attack others. This may indicate that first and second stage infected are aware of what they are doing, but they can't control themselves. Gunshots are capable of startling an Infected individual, so it's likely they feel fear just as any ordinary person would.

The first reports of the infection occurred in the city areas in the south (as heard from Tommy). Individuals who worked in the cities were the first few to be infected. Once infected, the fungus will travel up to the victim's brain. Once this happens, fungus will start to grow out of the victim's face. It was stated in the "Hush" development trailer, that at a certain point in an infected's life cycle, when it feels it is close to death, it will find a dark corner to die and then the fungus grafts to the environment. When the body dies, it becomes skeletal and brittle as the fungus continues to grow and is capable of releasing infectious spores. It is also known that the dead can't be infected. It has also been stated that the people in the quarantine zones are relatively safe because the fungus needs tightly closed areas to spread. As well as being spread through spores, the infection can be spread through bites.

THE FIREFLIES
15 years after the outbreak, an anti-government militia group calling themselves the Fireflies is established, their main goal being to find and produce a vaccine for the Cordyceps Brain Infection (CBI), while staging attacks on quarantine zones as an act of defiance, as they view the military as tyrants.

The group called for the return of all branches of government to end the military's rule; support from the public increased when soldiers executed six Firefly members. The Fireflies were successful in overthrowing several quarantine zones such as the one in Pittsburgh, but none had the desired results.

THE MILITARY
During the initial outbreak, martial law was instated causing the military to set blockades on main highways to ensure the safety of any leaving civilians. It is likely that the United States Military, as well as the rest of the world's military forces, fell apart and scattered. The organized troops were deployed to massive quarantine zones. Later, the Air Force carpet bombed the surrounding area.Twenty years later, in 2033, they currently hold quarantine zones in the remains of major cities. The military aims to contain all uninfected persons in these quarantine zones and makes sure no one leaves. There are regular checkpoints throughout these zones where the population is inspected for signs of the infection. If tested positive, the individual is immediately killed.

The remaining Military is controlled by FEDRA, the remnants of the U.S. government after the worldwide outbreak of CBI.


INFORMATION

As you may or may not have noticed already, this role-play will be centered around the 2013 Ps3 exclusive release of "The Last of Us". The game itself centers around the characters of Joel and Ellie as they chase down the fleeing fireflies in hopes of bringing Ellie who is immune to the fireflies scientists in order to extract a cure. However, in this specific role-play, we will be changing 'history' by going back just 15 years after the infection, 5 years since the creation of the fireflies. The group is strong and morale is high as they successfully capture the Pittsburgh Quarantine Zone from the brutal, corrupted remnants of the US Military. From here, the Fireflies branch out, sending men and women who wish to die for the cause out across the country, locating and destroying any military personnel or those who simply get in their way. In order to win the war over the military and fine their cure, they must be just as brutal as those who they fight.

In this role-play you will pick from one of the two factions from above and fight along their ranks for what you believe in, or simply because you were told to do so, or maybe because you need the extra rations for your family; that is for you to decide.

The rules for this role-play are simple and the same as any other well-made RP, if you do not know which these may be referring to, perhaps this is not the role-play for you. I ask that posts be kept at the minimum of two detailed paragraphs, with the exception of some dialogue situations, as I realize you can not and do not feel like writing out two paragraphs to give a two word answer. I only ask that these posts be more than just a simple one-liner, or a simple phrase in a set of quotes.

The reason that this RP is SEMI-OPEN is because I am only accepting (1) those who I invite and (2) those who fit the role-playing standards of this RP.

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[b]Roleplay Ex. (Except Invites):[/b][/align]


Because of the extreme corruption and the collapse of regular organization in the US Military ranks have become almost obsolete. All weapons are equivalent to the standard issue service rifles of US Military. As a member of the US Military you will be stationed in the Quarantine Zone of Boston, the largest of all of the quarantine zone, a failure to defend this base would result in a collapse of US Forces on the East Coast; thus there is a large abundance of US Military Personnel in this area.

CURRENT ROSTER:
    Cylarn
  • Lewis Farrell (Main)

    Skaldia
  • Travis Winter (Main)

    Whittington
  • Melanie Parker (Main)

    Landenburg
  • John Snowden (Main)

    Vehemia
  • Charles Marlow (Main)

    Camicon
  • Sarah Clarke (Main)


    Gaveo
  • Kevin Peterson

    Mincaldenteans
  • Anita Tessasohn


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[align=center][u]Fireflies Application[/u]
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[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Biography:[/b]
[b]Roleplay Ex. (Except Invites):[/b][/align]


Because of a lack of any standard supply line or an armory you are limited to either the M4-Carbine rifle with no attachments, or with a silencer and/or a flash light. As a member of the Fireflies, you will be set in a newly launched group of 50 militiamen, a small force that is actually part of a full-on assault on the Boston Quarantine Zone. The entire force is roughly 1000 militiamen, with guerrilla tactics, and vehicle born IEDs, you will have to work out strategical ways to break the morale of and eliminate the US Forces stationed in Boston.

CURRENT ROSTER:
    Shadyrya
  • Steven Ayrshire (Main)

    Keystone
  • Jason Monroe (Main)

    Konariona
  • David Allen Poe (Main)

    SSTxReaper
  • Trent Gale (Main)

    Tiltjuice
  • Jerome Russell (Main)

    Arcerion
  • Ryan Thompson (Main)


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Postby Shadyrya » Sun Jul 28, 2013 8:23 pm

I feel ... adequate. :)

I'll go ahead and get an application up, within the next couple hours. I pray I fit your standard, because I absolutely loved the game and feel I'll love this.
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 8:36 pm

Shadyrya wrote:I feel ... adequate. :)

I'll go ahead and get an application up, within the next couple hours. I pray I fit your standard, because I absolutely loved the game and feel I'll love this.

Great! I'm glad you've shown an interest and I'm sure you'll qualify just fine, just make sure you've read everything and put some thought into your app, I'm relatively light on accepting people as long as I (1) know you (2) have seen you around or (3) see effort put into your app.

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Postby Cylarn » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:01 pm

I doubt that rank systems would fall apart, as both sides need people with leadership roles.

Nevertheless, I'm in, dude.
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:04 pm

Cylarn wrote:I doubt that rank systems would fall apart, as both sides need people with leadership roles.

Nevertheless, I'm in, dude.

High-ranking individuals will stay in command, yes, but in this case, I'd like for you all to be regulars in the military instead of someone who has climbed the chain of command. Though in such a collapse and loss of life as this, I believe some structure may have fallen apart, such as lower ranks. So really, you're either planning things out and giving orders or your performing orders and doing regular duties.

Nevertheless, I'm glad your in!

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Postby Cylarn » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:05 pm

The Keystone Federation wrote:
Cylarn wrote:I doubt that rank systems would fall apart, as both sides need people with leadership roles.

Nevertheless, I'm in, dude.

High-ranking individuals will stay in command, yes, but in this case, I'd like for you all to be regulars in the military instead of someone who has climbed the chain of command. Though in such a collapse and loss of life as this, I believe some structure may have fallen apart, such as lower ranks. So really, you're either planning things out and giving orders or your performing orders and doing regular duties.

Nevertheless, I'm glad your in!


Mind if I take a leadership role with the Military, as well as offer my services as Co-OP?
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:07 pm

Cylarn wrote:
The Keystone Federation wrote:High-ranking individuals will stay in command, yes, but in this case, I'd like for you all to be regulars in the military instead of someone who has climbed the chain of command. Though in such a collapse and loss of life as this, I believe some structure may have fallen apart, such as lower ranks. So really, you're either planning things out and giving orders or your performing orders and doing regular duties.

Nevertheless, I'm glad your in!


Mind if I take a leadership role with the Military, as well as offer my services as Co-OP?

Co-OP sounds alright, since I'd I am familiar with and trust you, but I'd rather you not take to far up of a leadership role, how does a middle-man rank sound? Meaning no high-decorated official, someone who would still be in combat and go out on patrols controlling the men in the field.

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Postby Zagornias » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:09 pm

Oh my god yes. I'm writing an app right now, but I have a question. Would it be possible to have two apps for both the Fireflies and the US Military?
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Postby Cylarn » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:09 pm

The Keystone Federation wrote:
Cylarn wrote:
Mind if I take a leadership role with the Military, as well as offer my services as Co-OP?

Co-OP sounds alright, since I'd I am familiar with and trust you, but I'd rather you not take to far up of a leadership role, how does a middle-man rank sound? Meaning no high-decorated official, someone who would still be in combat and go out on patrols controlling the men in the field.


Like a Platoon Sergeant?
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:14 pm

Zagornias wrote:Oh my god yes. I'm writing an app right now, but I have a question. Would it be possible to have two apps for both the Fireflies and the US Military?


Great question! I'm sorry to say no, I would like to keep this organized and to the point, so I'd like to keep only one character per player- though if you want, you could make another app for another back up character in case you decide you don't want your current one anymore. You can make as many as you want actually, we'll set the max at 3- though they will all be considered NPCs until you decide to use them (i.e., killing your current character), hopefully some of you will decide to take this as a way to make the trip to Boston seem a bit more dangerous.

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Cylarn wrote:
The Keystone Federation wrote:Co-OP sounds alright, since I'd I am familiar with and trust you, but I'd rather you not take to far up of a leadership role, how does a middle-man rank sound? Meaning no high-decorated official, someone who would still be in combat and go out on patrols controlling the men in the field.


Like a Platoon Sergeant?

Yeah, that would work fine!

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Postby Zagornias » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:15 pm

The Keystone Federation wrote:
Zagornias wrote:Oh my god yes. I'm writing an app right now, but I have a question. Would it be possible to have two apps for both the Fireflies and the US Military?


Great question! I'm sorry to say no, I would like to keep this organized and to the point, so I'd like to keep only one character per player- though if you want, you could make another app for another back up character in case you decide you don't want your current one anymore. You can make as many as you want actually, we'll set the max at 3- though they will all be considered NPCs until you decide to use them (i.e., killing your current character), hopefully some of you will decide to take this as a way to make the trip to Boston seem a bit more dangerous.

Oh no problem, I totally understand. App incoming.
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:15 pm

Zagornias wrote:
The Keystone Federation wrote:
Great question! I'm sorry to say no, I would like to keep this organized and to the point, so I'd like to keep only one character per player- though if you want, you could make another app for another back up character in case you decide you don't want your current one anymore. You can make as many as you want actually, we'll set the max at 3- though they will all be considered NPCs until you decide to use them (i.e., killing your current character), hopefully some of you will decide to take this as a way to make the trip to Boston seem a bit more dangerous.

Oh no problem, I totally understand. App incoming.

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Postby Shadyrya » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:33 pm

Fireflies Application

Name: Steven Ayrshire

Age: 26

Personality: Steven is quite the survivor. He isn't much for compassion. Ruthlessness and care only for himself characterize his every action. He has a quick temper and holds a grudge much longer than necessary. Such a simple thing as mentioning something he dislikes earns his contempt. The few that earn his friendship find him steady and reliable, if not warm or comical.

Appearance: Steven is a very fit man. He is lithe and tall, with skin very lightly tanned. Black, unkempt hair falls down over light grey eyes. His features are noble, if slightly thin. Many white scars criss-cross his knuckles. His left pinky finger is missing, due to infection and required amputation.

Biography: Steven was born on January 19th, 2007. His father, Scott Ayrshire, dabbled in computer science, but had his degree in literature and taught at Oregon State. His mother, Alyssa Refton nee Ayrshire, went missing in August of '08. As such, Steven hardly remembers the woman, though his father spoke of her passionately. Steven was an only child, conceived only after years of attempts at pregnancy. Scott told his son that they considered America lucky, as only two months after they immigrated to the States from London did they conceive. Steven was raised for six years as a moral man, taught to be respectful of women and kind to children, tell no lies and put others before yourself.

In 2013, that all changed.

... chaos on the streets ... these things, they just ... they show nothing but agression ... hundreds dead here in Corvallis ...

Steven and his father listened to the radio in their Lexus as they tried to get out of town. Problem was, traffic crowded every street and the two knew the only way they'd get out of the god-forsaken town would be to walk. Scott was clearly a bit nervous, fidgeting every once in a while, stroking the .38 in his lap.

"Son, if-if one of those things gets near you, and I'm not there for you, you fucking shoot the bloke, understand? They-they won't reason with ya, they'll just bloody eat you or some shit. But I'll-I'll be there, okay, you don't have to worry, you don't."

Even at such a young age, Steven knew his father was frightened and reassuring himself rather than his son. The lad itched his scalp, bit his lip. He himself was worried quite a bit. Fears plagued him, anxiety ate at him.

"We'll be okay, right, da?"

"Yes, son. Yes. I promise."

The duo escaped the city together, with little else than a backpack of food and water and the .38. For a week, they avoided society as best they could. Then Scott made a decision.

"We're gonna go back to Corvallis, son. And we're gonna steal. We're gonna kill." He looked his son straight in the eye.

"We're gonna fucking live."

THREE YEARS LATER

Steven had been a very good child. Obedient, giving, kind; everything you could ask for. The ideal kid.

Now he was a young bandit.

His father and him had killed eighteen men and robbed thrice that many, making their living off their ill begot profits. Steven's virtues and values were replaced by a single drive - survive. Scott had taught him that being a good person counted for nothing in this world. You couldn't get by living inside the law. So they took advantage of the fact that the law was practically void. Scott taught his son how to shoot, how to scavenge, how to steal, how to survive. Steven had already killed twice since the Beginning, and felt not a drop of remorse. His father's lessons were taken to heart.

FIVE YEARS LATER

The duo walked through an abandoned town, searching for a gas station.

When they found it, it was a 7-11. They entered the rundown establishment, and looked for supplies. They found only dust rabbits and blood stains. However, they hadn't checked the office. Scott handed Steven the .38.

"I'll open the door, and you fuckin' shoot whatever's in there."

Steven nodded. The door pulled open, quite quickly, revealing ...

a baby.

Steven hesitated.

"Well?" Scott inquired, a stern look on his face.

"It's a baby, da."

"Yes, and?"

"I don't wanna kill a baby."

Scott took the .38. "Thought I'd taught you better, lad."

He put the barrel on the infant's head, brought the hammer back, and fired.

ONE WEEK LATER

The night was dark, but the moon provided all the illumination Steven needed for his task.

The scissor blade in his hand had red electrical tape wrapped around the lower half, forming a nice shiv. The point had been sharpened a bit, but still showed obvious signs of use. Steven was going to use it again that night.

His father had always forbidden campfires. Tonight, that'd work against him.

Steven crept up on his father, who stood looking down the road. The man stood in a relaxed pose, his .38 in hand, ready to defend against external threats.

If only he looked back, just that one time.

Steven drew in a deep breath, released it. The moonlight reflected off his blade in the slightest way, giving it almost a kind cast.

The task he used it for that night was not kind in the slightest.

The young teenager debated in his head whether this was right. Killing yourn own father ... hanis.

Not as bad as infant.-killing.

Steven plunged the blade into his father's back, an inch or so from his spine. He withdrew it, then repeated the act. Three times he stabbed his father. The .38 had long since dropped to the ground. Steven threw his father at the ground. The scum rolled over, revealing a bit of surprise, but mostly contempt and hysteria.

"Go ahead, kill me, you fucker. You've always been worthless you know. Like your mother. Killing her ... it was like your first heroin high, but better. Much better."

Steven teared up, shocked. "You killed ma?"

"Isn't that what I just said, you fucking idiot?"

Steven stabbed him in the neck, then the eye, then the chest. He kept stabbing the man for almost fifteen minutes, when his stamina finally failed him. He fell asleep next to his dead sire.

SIX YEARS LATER

"The Fireflies bring hope! They are our saviors! Join them, join them!"

A Boston soldier put a bullet through the man's head, pronouncing him guilty of treason.

Steven had heard a lot about the Fireflies since the couple months ago he had been granted entrance into the Boston QZ. They supposedly were looking for a cure. Modern day freedom fighters, Steven came to realize. He also came to realize he desperately wanted to join.

He found a recruiter in the shantytown ten minutes walk from the QZ.

"We could use young men like you, mister. You know how to shoot, I reckon?"

"Yessir. My da - I mean, father, taught me."

"Then you're fuckin' in, mister."

SIX YEARS LATER

The irony of the situation was irresistible.

The Fireflies were on the way to lay siege on the Boston QZ zone, and that was where Steven had been assigned.

"I lived there for a bit, a couple years ago," he told a friend. "Kinda funny, really."

"Yeah. You regret joinin'?"

"Hell no. Fireflies have done nothing but good by me. All the QZ Zone did was fuck me."

"Amen to that."

And so, Steven's story continues.

Roleplay Ex. : Link to the IC there. I haven't made many posts, but I find them all of good quality.
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 9:54 pm

Okay Shad, from what I can tell, all seems good- except for one key detail. You mentioned the Fireflies "laying siege to Boston", we haven't actually reached Boston yet, in fact, they're going there right now, the journey there will be the Fireflies' main part of the IC.

(Also not all Americans are cowboys, especially people from the Northeast ;))

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Postby Cylarn » Sun Jul 28, 2013 10:00 pm

US Military Application
Name: Lewis Farrell.
Age: 40.
Personality: He's a stern, level-headed guy. Unlike many other soldiers, he feels sympathy for the civilians, and does what he can to help them. Still though, he feels that the military is the last hope for the US, and that a government controlled by the Fireflies would only lead to more casualties, due to more bureaucratic infighting that had clogged the previous government.
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Biography:
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I'll work on the bio later.
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Postby Shadyrya » Sun Jul 28, 2013 10:13 pm

Fixed.

I was under the impression that a great many of us left out the end g's when speaking. :P
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 10:30 pm

Shadyrya wrote:Fixed.

I was under the impression that a great many of us left out the end g's when speaking. :P

Great! Accepted!

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Postby Shadyrya » Sun Jul 28, 2013 10:32 pm

The Keystone Federation wrote:
Shadyrya wrote:Fixed.

I was under the impression that a great many of us left out the end g's when speaking. :P

Great! Accepted!

Yay! I'm the first one accepted!

*does victory dance*
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Sun Jul 28, 2013 11:24 pm

Fireflies Application

Name: Jason Monroe

Age: 49

Personality: Jason was always a happy guy, he knew how to make people laugh, cheer up, or just smile. That all changed after he lost everything to the infection- and the military. He was turned into the type of man who he was taught as a child to stay away from, to shun of, to hate. With a cynical attitude towards everyone and everything he came across, he showed little remorse for the innocent and protection for those who sided with him. From time to time now with the Fireflies he can bring out a bright attitude, but it's mostly all faded away under thick gray hair.

Appearance: http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Fil ... dge460.jpg

Biography: Born unto a small family, in a small house in the late 80's, Jason was the oldest of him and his brother- who unfortunately died at birth. Jason grew up under the watchful eye of his mom and dad, two great people, never once faulting in raising their child to be a man of promise, pumping him full of everything he needed to know for the world. Oh, but not what was to come. In late 2006, his house was burglarized, his father killed, shot in the head at point blank range, and his mother raped in front of his very eyes. After this, he was no longer the child his mother wanted him to be or his father wanted him to be, he broke under the pressure, he became violent, he became angry, he became loud.

He was arrested five times for aggravated assault and 3 times for DUI charges. All of them, he was bailed out by his rich friend from Pennsylvania. So after wrecking himself and everything he knew, under his own sympathy, his friend gave him a place to stay with him in Pittsburgh. Soon after, Jason was brought back on his feet, he got a job, and things seemed to be going well- and then, this happened.

The first he found out what was going on was one day as he was walking into the local grocery store. In the corner the news was on, all of the employees huddled around it, looking up at it, he grimaced at the lazy screen-starers, but kept his ears tuned in. There was talk of an infection, in multiple countries and spreading, he kept listening, but trailed off eventually. Picking up a few things and waltzing over to the counter however, he was obstructed by a man. The man stumbled into his isle, his hands at his mouth and his head down as if he were crying, he thought he could actually hear him sobbing. But as the man looked up, it almost sent Jason on his back, the man's eyes were blood shot, and blood covered his face. Not soon after he realized blood was covering his shirt as well, Jason's eyes widened, the things in his hands dropped, and he took a step back. "Sir? Are- are you okay?" he said hesitantly, but the man ignored him and as if he was smelling something like a dog, lifted his head in the air and started walking towards Jason, stumbling and thus smearing blood on the glass doors of the frozen goods isle.

Jason backed up a few steps more and triggered something, as the man immediately caught wind of his movements and darted after him down the isle shoving goods off the shelves as he reached out to prepare to grab Jason. Seeing the man coming, Jason hollered, "Stay the fuck back!" before he quickly reacted and shoved a shelf down in front of him to block the man's path. The employees screeched as another man latched onto one of them, and Jason knew it was time to get the fuck out. This was his first incident with the infected, and what he hoped would've been the last.

2 years later

Two years had gone by. His friend was dead, his house raided, randsacked, and burned by the US Military. Two years that could've been time spent partying, drinking, and having fun, were turned into time spent killing, murdering, looting, and hating- wanting vengeance.

Time spent just trying to stay alive- until, he discovered Marlene. Marlene was a terrorist to put it gingerly. At the least she was a conspirator to commit terrorism, but Jason didn't care. Marlene was after the same people he was and he didn't care what she wanted out of it. As long as he got his hands on a member of the US Military he could care less about the cure, but he would do anything he could to find them, even if that meant playing by Marlene's standards.

So after time went by, Jason was adopted under the wing of the Fireflies, growing close to Marlene, there wasn't much difficulty in getting in. Jason found somewhere he belonged, somewhere where he could reach out and strike vengeance on top of those who deserve it, and do whatever he could to keep him and the Fireflies- his last hope of vengeance -alive in the process.

Equipment: M4-Carbine w/silencer, flashlight. M1911. Push knife.

My bad- all applicants of the Fireflies please add your choice of equipment as well as your weapon parameters, a sidearm is optional, though should not be very high power, perhaps a revolver or something of the sort.


Sorry if there is any bad grammar in this app, I'll fix it when I wake up.

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"It's never too late to be what you might have been."
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Postby Konariona » Sun Jul 28, 2013 11:53 pm

Dibs on a Firefly cell leader.
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Postby Cylarn » Sun Jul 28, 2013 11:53 pm

Fucking Fireflies.
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Postby The Keystone Federation » Mon Jul 29, 2013 12:37 am

Konariona wrote:Dibs on a Firefly cell leader.

You are actually going to be a part of the movement on Boston, we're taking a road trip from Pittsburgh :P

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"It's never too late to be what you might have been."
When I participate in a roleplay in ii I expect realism, if you attack me with a flying aircraft carrier or a giant robot, I'm probably going to leave.
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Postby Konariona » Mon Jul 29, 2013 1:12 am

Damn. Okay then- time to think up a new character x)
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Postby Skaldia » Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:56 am

US Military Application
Name: Travis Winter
Age: 43
Personality: Travis puts up a frosty reserve and calculated coldness when first meeting people, a kind of distance that keeps people back through sheer menace and cold stare. The gleam of his eyes are not that of silver, but pure ice. Often people have remarked if there is any connection within his mind with the real world around him and the one going on between his eyes. He acts as if nothing fazes him; death, love, insults, it is all the same to him. For this reason alone, very few have stayed long within his company and they never had anything good to say of him either. When he speaks, it is with the high autocratic bearing that seems to come natural to him; that of haughtiness and snide temperament.

To those who have remained in his company for long, they realize often that the cold shell begins to fall away and a rather crude and common speech begins to spew forth from his mouth. The coldness is gone, replaced with sheer manic, murderous glee at the world around him, characterized by a twinkling in the eye often as he is stabbing some poor innocent to death. When he does speak, it is often rude or crude or both depending on just how much alcohol he has consumed or just how angry he has become. For you see, the professionalism and comfortable Travis' are two completely different people. One is the cold distant predator, one surveying the kill before moving in to strike. The other is the gleeful murderer who, from a distance viewed the threat, has moved in to strike and is enjoying every moment of the kill.

However, it should be stated that Travis’ discipline allows him to control this murderous impulse that makes up the core of his belief. Rarely does Travis lose control and let lose the murderous beast inside him, and only when he knows the pleasures outweigh the risks.

Unfortunately for Travis, very few get to see this gleefully insane side of Travis, a minority wanting to remain in his company for that long, the remainder is only occupied by the dead. The core of Travis is made up of avarice, rage, and hate. There is no room for love, no understanding. People are pawns to be moved out of the way of him achieving what he truly wants; wealth and power. Those unlucky enough to be caught in his path tend to live short violent lives and an even more horrible death.

Travis respects power, and is attracted to it in all it’s forms, but mostly from those with wealth. For this reason, Travis can be very easily swayed by people in power. For Travis, it is a very strange feeling. On one level he envies that person their power, and even grows to eventually hate that person that wields that power. However, for all that, Travis will simply watch and listen while silently contemplating the death of said person in position of power. In time, Travis will grow bored and move on or, in rare cases, attempt to claim whatever power that one wields.
Appearance: Travis is easily recognized. With skin a slightly dark tan, silver-bright eyes, salt and pepper hair cut close to the scalp, and a deep scar running ragged near the center of his forehead and down through his left cheek, he cuts an imposing figure. Lithe, but not as frail looking as some, he cuts a slashing figure with a body made of iron, and built for stamina. Scars criss cross here and there across his back, chest, and stomach in a visual history of a life of violence and death. His face wears usually a glum expression while his eyes strike smooth and true into many a man‘s eyes, making them look away. It is not fear, it is looking into the nothingness that makes them look away. Tall, around six three, with a sharp and angular face, he is the exiled patrician to those who have seen him, often standing in some pose or other, speaking quietly to someone. The stern, but melodious voice of a deep timbre. However, the illusion falls away as you realize just what he is saying. Or have seen him action. To those who have seen him move in combat, they say he is the snarling wolf, the ultimate killer for nothing sentient comes close to the raw unmitigated rage and pleasure fixated on his face.
Biography: Born in South Georgia, Travis Winter was the son of a prominent businessman, turned Senator, it was quickly apparent from a very young age that something was quite not right with the boy. It started at eight with local pets going missing and the boy always locked in his room, doing experiments. It eventually escalated to at twelve when a girl who was the daughter of one of the servants in the manor went missing. Although everyone expressed disbelief and had no idea what to make of it, the daughter's mother and father was pretty sure what little Travis had done. Instead of it becoming a bigger mess was a quick and quiet word with the mother and father from the Senator himself. One week later, Travis was shipped to boarding school in Paris and the servants were given a hefty separation pay to mourn the loss of their daughter.

Travis spent three years in Paris where he learned to hide his more murderous impulses. Returning to the states at sixteen, he expressed an interest in joining the military, which was given prompt approval from the Senator, a veteran of the Gulf War himself. At eighteen, he joined the US Marine Corps and learned a way to hone his murderous impulses. He spent three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and was approved for the Marine Recon. As a member of Force Reconnaissance, he earned a reputation as a murderous SOB with a penchant for doing whatever he needed to do to complete the mission. Meanwhile, by twenty five, he acquired a degree in psychology from an online school by twenty two. However, when the outbreak occurred, he was called in to assist in 'containing' the outbreak, particularly in the South. He was known to relish executing those who were suspected of being infected, whether they were or not.

Eventually, as time passed and the outbreak continued to spread, Travis found himself in Boston as a valuable NCO in the battered US military.
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