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by The Wolven League » Wed Jul 22, 2015 2:18 pm
Deramen wrote:The Wolven League wrote:Mary-person, new post is up. Lots of exposition, but it does get to you... eventually.
Oh, and Edward brought his hairless cat with him to the jail. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Mary-Person?
Just-Just say Dera please.
by The Wolven League » Wed Jul 22, 2015 2:42 pm
by Aelex » Wed Jul 22, 2015 2:55 pm
by The Wolven League » Wed Jul 22, 2015 2:57 pm
Aelex wrote:Name: Alex Lhomme
Nation Name:Aelex
Birthplace:Lyon, France
Ethnicity:White
Age:26
Pic/Description: Alex was surnamed when he was young "l'asperge" (the asparagus) because of his height (almost 1m96) and skinniness, both of this traits intensifying because of the roughness of the life in this post-apocalyptic world. The light tan of his skin had been swapped to a pale close to white since of his infection which emphasize his eyes of a difficulty nameable color situated between the green and the blue. He had abandoned since a long time the very idea of cutting his curvy hair which made him look like a greek shepherd but he was still shaving his beard from time to time to avoid that the light stubble growing near his mouth became a literal forest.
Occupation:Once an exchange student in a university of medicine, the life gave him more practical knowledge in the medical field than studying could ever had. He usually don't like to be part of group but is sometime willing to offer them his service in exchange of decent remuneration.
Immunity: Gifted
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Before the outbreak, he appeared to most the people who knew him as a calm and polite man but this was only a façade he made because of his introspection. With the few real friends he counted, his behavior was totally different. Light-hearted, mischievous and in general quite overly demonstrating, he was in no way the conform to what people thought of him. Sadly, because of this job; he was one of the first to be touched by it and saw all the people he knew here die. Completely alone and witnessing powerless the eventual death of the people he met after the apocalypse, he slowly began to withdraw into himself to the point that what was only a façade slowly began to become his normal comportment. Cunning, calm and manipulative he's now the very archetype of the "coldhearted son of a bitch" who don't value any life other than it's own and who pushed the machiavelism (in it's literal sense) to it's borders.
Skills:His calm and allure as well as a subtle french accent he never managed to loose give him an undeniable charm which he's able to exploit along with a certain oratory skill to sweet talk his way out of most of his problems. He tittle himself as a doctor though he never actually had the time to finish his study but compensate his lack of theoretical understanding by practical skill he learned through his experience. He also practiced escrime, thought not at a professional level, which gave him a certain advantage at this time ammunition are running low and more and more people are using bladed weapon.
Likes:Reading, women (though he isn't a womanizer), his patrie, feeling that he is needed, the Fire.
Dislikes:Anything which fly from the little bugs to the big birds (with the exception of the crows), the fucking zombies, people who are disrespectful of him, the military.
Fears:Being powerless, loosing the control, the Fire.
Bio: Alex was born in France and lived here for most of it's life. He had a little above the middle-level result during most of his scholarship and was eventually accepted in the Université de Médicine et Pharmacologie de Lyon. He barely managed to pass the exams of first and second year but was still accepted to an exchange student program he applied to.
He wanted to go study abroad in Irland but his results made him be in the last one to chose where they could go, giving him only two possibility, to go either to the U.S or Germany. Not really happy of it, he still chose the first thinking that though it wasn't a contry he liked, it would still be a valuable experience and that, at worst, he would live here only six month.
However, despite his rather defeatist stance, he eventually found himself quite good here and renewed his stage to another six months. He then met Anna, a girl who attended the same class as him and who he started dating.
And as the 6 month passed again, he renewed his stage a second time; seeing no reason to leave when everything was doing just fine. Without even understanding it, his whole life was now in the U.S as he only went back to France from time to time to pass the holyday in family then to present his girl-friend to them. As the time remaining was running low and that it was impossible to prolongate the stage a third time, he eventually chose to be transferred officially to the university he was studying in the U.S.
He then continued to study in America, living happily when, surpassing his fear, he managed to propose to Anna which she accepted. Everything was doing just fine and the betrothed had even fixed a date for the weeding when It happened. Being both in the first line as they were working in the hospital as extern; they were among the first casualty being both bitten by the same men they tried to contain. Both were then confined in a quarantine room with the other patient. Being particularly receptive to the strain he fall into a form of coma only to wake up as the military were executing methodically the already transformed among who he saw the corpse of his bride.
Reacting as anybody else would have reacted in this situation, he almost got shot by the military who eventually "only" beated him up before conducting his once again unconscious body to a camp were survivor were gathered. As the situation predictably ended, he barely managed to get out of the camp without being eaten by infected.
He then lived alone, avoiding the groups as much as he could but sometime joining them when he thought it was needed before leaving them when he felt they were being a weight for him.
RP Examples: Some exemples of the R.P I participed in.
by Tayner » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:01 pm
by Australian Antarctica » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:03 pm
Aelex wrote:Name: Alex Lhomme
Nation Name:Aelex
Birthplace:Lyon, France
Ethnicity:White
Age:26
Pic/Description: Alex was surnamed when he was young "l'asperge" (the asparagus) because of his height (almost 1m96) and skinniness, both of this traits intensifying because of the roughness of the life in this post-apocalyptic world. The light tan of his skin had been swapped to a pale close to white since of his infection which emphasize his eyes of a difficulty nameable color situated between the green and the blue. He had abandoned since a long time the very idea of cutting his curvy hair which made him look like a greek shepherd but he was still shaving his beard from time to time to avoid that the light stubble growing near his mouth became a literal forest.
Occupation:Once an exchange student in a university of medicine, the life gave him more practical knowledge in the medical field than studying could ever had. He usually don't like to be part of group but is sometime willing to offer them his service in exchange of decent remuneration.
Immunity: Gifted
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Before the outbreak, he appeared to most the people who knew him as a calm and polite man but this was only a façade he made because of his introspection. With the few real friends he counted, his behavior was totally different. Light-hearted, mischievous and in general quite overly demonstrating, he was in no way the conform to what people thought of him. Sadly, because of this job; he was one of the first to be touched by it and saw all the people he knew here die. Completely alone and witnessing powerless the eventual death of the people he met after the apocalypse, he slowly began to withdraw into himself to the point that what was only a façade slowly began to become his normal comportment. Cunning, calm and manipulative he's now the very archetype of the "coldhearted son of a bitch" who don't value any life other than it's own and who pushed the machiavelism (in it's literal sense) to it's borders.
Skills:His calm and allure as well as a subtle french accent he never managed to loose give him an undeniable charm which he's able to exploit along with a certain oratory skill to sweet talk his way out of most of his problems. He tittle himself as a doctor though he never actually had the time to finish his study but compensate his lack of theoretical understanding by practical skill he learned through his experience. He also practiced escrime, thought not at a professional level, which gave him a certain advantage at this time ammunition are running low and more and more people are using bladed weapon.
Likes:Reading, women (though he isn't a womanizer), his patrie, feeling that he is needed, the Fire.
Dislikes:Anything which fly from the little bugs to the big birds (with the exception of the crows), the fucking zombies, people who are disrespectful of him, the military.
Fears:Being powerless, loosing the control, the Fire.
Bio: Alex was born in France and lived here for most of it's life. He had a little above the middle-level result during most of his scholarship and was eventually accepted in the Université de Médicine et Pharmacologie de Lyon. He barely managed to pass the exams of first and second year but was still accepted to an exchange student program he applied to.
He wanted to go study abroad in Irland but his results made him be in the last one to chose where they could go, giving him only two possibility, to go either to the U.S or Germany. Not really happy of it, he still chose the first thinking that though it wasn't a contry he liked, it would still be a valuable experience and that, at worst, he would live here only six month.
However, despite his rather defeatist stance, he eventually found himself quite good here and renewed his stage to another six months. He then met Anna, a girl who attended the same class as him and who he started dating.
And as the 6 month passed again, he renewed his stage a second time; seeing no reason to leave when everything was doing just fine. Without even understanding it, his whole life was now in the U.S as he only went back to France from time to time to pass the holyday in family then to present his girl-friend to them. As the time remaining was running low and that it was impossible to prolongate the stage a third time, he eventually chose to be transferred officially to the university he was studying in the U.S.
He then continued to study in America, living happily when, surpassing his fear, he managed to propose to Anna which she accepted. Everything was doing just fine and the betrothed had even fixed a date for the weeding when It happened. Being both in the first line as they were working in the hospital as extern; they were among the first casualty being both bitten by the same men they tried to contain. Both were then confined in a quarantine room with the other patient. Being particularly receptive to the strain he fall into a form of coma only to wake up as the military were executing methodically the already transformed among who he saw the corpse of his bride.
Reacting as anybody else would have reacted in this situation, he almost got shot by the military who eventually "only" beated him up before conducting his once again unconscious body to a camp were survivor were gathered. As the situation predictably ended, he barely managed to get out of the camp without being eaten by infected.
He then lived alone, avoiding the groups as much as he could but sometime joining them when he thought it was needed before leaving them when he felt they were being a weight for him.
RP Examples: Some exemples of the R.P I participed in.
by The United Federation of Terrans » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:08 pm
Aelex wrote:Name: Alex Lhomme
Nation Name:Aelex
Birthplace:Lyon, France
Ethnicity:White
Age:26
Pic/Description: Alex was surnamed when he was young "l'asperge" (the asparagus) because of his height (almost 1m96) and skinniness, both of this traits intensifying because of the roughness of the life in this post-apocalyptic world. The light tan of his skin had been swapped to a pale close to white since of his infection which emphasize his eyes of a difficulty nameable color situated between the green and the blue. He had abandoned since a long time the very idea of cutting his curvy hair which made him look like a greek shepherd but he was still shaving his beard from time to time to avoid that the light stubble growing near his mouth became a literal forest.
Occupation:Once an exchange student in a university of medicine, the life gave him more practical knowledge in the medical field than studying could ever had. He usually don't like to be part of group but is sometime willing to offer them his service in exchange of decent remuneration.
Immunity: Gifted
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Before the outbreak, he appeared to most the people who knew him as a calm and polite man but this was only a façade he made because of his introspection. With the few real friends he counted, his behavior was totally different. Light-hearted, mischievous and in general quite overly demonstrating, he was in no way the conform to what people thought of him. Sadly, because of this job; he was one of the first to be touched by it and saw all the people he knew here die. Completely alone and witnessing powerless the eventual death of the people he met after the apocalypse, he slowly began to withdraw into himself to the point that what was only a façade slowly began to become his normal comportment. Cunning, calm and manipulative he's now the very archetype of the "coldhearted son of a bitch" who don't value any life other than it's own and who pushed the machiavelism (in it's literal sense) to it's borders.
Skills:His calm and allure as well as a subtle french accent he never managed to loose give him an undeniable charm which he's able to exploit along with a certain oratory skill to sweet talk his way out of most of his problems. He tittle himself as a doctor though he never actually had the time to finish his study but compensate his lack of theoretical understanding by practical skill he learned through his experience. He also practiced escrime, thought not at a professional level, which gave him a certain advantage at this time ammunition are running low and more and more people are using bladed weapon.
Likes:Reading, women (though he isn't a womanizer), his patrie, feeling that he is needed, the Fire.
Dislikes:Anything which fly from the little bugs to the big birds (with the exception of the crows), the fucking zombies, people who are disrespectful of him, the military.
Fears:Being powerless, loosing the control, the Fire.
Bio: Alex was born in France and lived here for most of it's life. He had a little above the middle-level result during most of his scholarship and was eventually accepted in the Université de Médicine et Pharmacologie de Lyon. He barely managed to pass the exams of first and second year but was still accepted to an exchange student program he applied to.
He wanted to go study abroad in Irland but his results made him be in the last one to chose where they could go, giving him only two possibility, to go either to the U.S or Germany. Not really happy of it, he still chose the first thinking that though it wasn't a contry he liked, it would still be a valuable experience and that, at worst, he would live here only six month.
However, despite his rather defeatist stance, he eventually found himself quite good here and renewed his stage to another six months. He then met Anna, a girl who attended the same class as him and who he started dating.
And as the 6 month passed again, he renewed his stage a second time; seeing no reason to leave when everything was doing just fine. Without even understanding it, his whole life was now in the U.S as he only went back to France from time to time to pass the holyday in family then to present his girl-friend to them. As the time remaining was running low and that it was impossible to prolongate the stage a third time, he eventually chose to be transferred officially to the university he was studying in the U.S.
He then continued to study in America, living happily when, surpassing his fear, he managed to propose to Anna which she accepted. Everything was doing just fine and the betrothed had even fixed a date for the weeding when It happened. Being both in the first line as they were working in the hospital as extern; they were among the first casualty being both bitten by the same men they tried to contain. Both were then confined in a quarantine room with the other patient. Being particularly receptive to the strain he fall into a form of coma only to wake up as the military were executing methodically the already transformed among who he saw the corpse of his bride.
Reacting as anybody else would have reacted in this situation, he almost got shot by the military who eventually "only" beated him up before conducting his once again unconscious body to a camp were survivor were gathered. As the situation predictably ended, he barely managed to get out of the camp without being eaten by infected.
He then lived alone, avoiding the groups as much as he could but sometime joining them when he thought it was needed before leaving them when he felt they were being a weight for him.
RP Examples: Some exemples of the R.P I participed in.
by Sarejo » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:13 pm
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:Aelex wrote:Name: Alex Lhomme
Nation Name:Aelex
Birthplace:Lyon, France
Ethnicity:White
Age:26
Pic/Description: Alex was surnamed when he was young "l'asperge" (the asparagus) because of his height (almost 1m96) and skinniness, both of this traits intensifying because of the roughness of the life in this post-apocalyptic world. The light tan of his skin had been swapped to a pale close to white since of his infection which emphasize his eyes of a difficulty nameable color situated between the green and the blue. He had abandoned since a long time the very idea of cutting his curvy hair which made him look like a greek shepherd but he was still shaving his beard from time to time to avoid that the light stubble growing near his mouth became a literal forest.
Occupation:Once an exchange student in a university of medicine, the life gave him more practical knowledge in the medical field than studying could ever had. He usually don't like to be part of group but is sometime willing to offer them his service in exchange of decent remuneration.
Immunity: Gifted
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Before the outbreak, he appeared to most the people who knew him as a calm and polite man but this was only a façade he made because of his introspection. With the few real friends he counted, his behavior was totally different. Light-hearted, mischievous and in general quite overly demonstrating, he was in no way the conform to what people thought of him. Sadly, because of this job; he was one of the first to be touched by it and saw all the people he knew here die. Completely alone and witnessing powerless the eventual death of the people he met after the apocalypse, he slowly began to withdraw into himself to the point that what was only a façade slowly began to become his normal comportment. Cunning, calm and manipulative he's now the very archetype of the "coldhearted son of a bitch" who don't value any life other than it's own and who pushed the machiavelism (in it's literal sense) to it's borders.
Skills:His calm and allure as well as a subtle french accent he never managed to loose give him an undeniable charm which he's able to exploit along with a certain oratory skill to sweet talk his way out of most of his problems. He tittle himself as a doctor though he never actually had the time to finish his study but compensate his lack of theoretical understanding by practical skill he learned through his experience. He also practiced escrime, thought not at a professional level, which gave him a certain advantage at this time ammunition are running low and more and more people are using bladed weapon.
Likes:Reading, women (though he isn't a womanizer), his patrie, feeling that he is needed, the Fire.
Dislikes:Anything which fly from the little bugs to the big birds (with the exception of the crows), the fucking zombies, people who are disrespectful of him, the military.
Fears:Being powerless, loosing the control, the Fire.
Bio: Alex was born in France and lived here for most of it's life. He had a little above the middle-level result during most of his scholarship and was eventually accepted in the Université de Médicine et Pharmacologie de Lyon. He barely managed to pass the exams of first and second year but was still accepted to an exchange student program he applied to.
He wanted to go study abroad in Irland but his results made him be in the last one to chose where they could go, giving him only two possibility, to go either to the U.S or Germany. Not really happy of it, he still chose the first thinking that though it wasn't a contry he liked, it would still be a valuable experience and that, at worst, he would live here only six month.
However, despite his rather defeatist stance, he eventually found himself quite good here and renewed his stage to another six months. He then met Anna, a girl who attended the same class as him and who he started dating.
And as the 6 month passed again, he renewed his stage a second time; seeing no reason to leave when everything was doing just fine. Without even understanding it, his whole life was now in the U.S as he only went back to France from time to time to pass the holyday in family then to present his girl-friend to them. As the time remaining was running low and that it was impossible to prolongate the stage a third time, he eventually chose to be transferred officially to the university he was studying in the U.S.
He then continued to study in America, living happily when, surpassing his fear, he managed to propose to Anna which she accepted. Everything was doing just fine and the betrothed had even fixed a date for the weeding when It happened. Being both in the first line as they were working in the hospital as extern; they were among the first casualty being both bitten by the same men they tried to contain. Both were then confined in a quarantine room with the other patient. Being particularly receptive to the strain he fall into a form of coma only to wake up as the military were executing methodically the already transformed among who he saw the corpse of his bride.
Reacting as anybody else would have reacted in this situation, he almost got shot by the military who eventually "only" beated him up before conducting his once again unconscious body to a camp were survivor were gathered. As the situation predictably ended, he barely managed to get out of the camp without being eaten by infected.
He then lived alone, avoiding the groups as much as he could but sometime joining them when he thought it was needed before leaving them when he felt they were being a weight for him.
RP Examples: Some exemples of the R.P I participed in.
he would have to be a lot older for your Bio to make since.
by Sveltlana » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:15 pm
by The United Federation of Terrans » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:17 pm
Sveltlana wrote:Name: Bruce Thorn
Nation Name: Sveltlana
Birthplace: Amarillo
Ethnicity: White
Age: 27
Pic/Description: Lean but tough build, 1.83m. Chestnut hair and blue eyes. Straight features somewhat covered by a short and coarse beard. Thin cheekbones, small eyes.
Occupation: Owner of the General Trader in Aspen
Immunity: Full
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Realistic (as in, applying the teachings of realpolitik to his life), somewhat arrogant.
Skills: Shooting, Cooking
Likes: His trusty sidearm (a colt revolver), fellow Texans, traders
Dislikes: The Infected, Spiders, Cold coffee, Warm beer
Fears: None immediately apparent.
Name: Kate Thorn
Nation Name: Sveltlana
Birthplace: Amarillo
Ethnicity: White
Age: 27
Pic/Description: Lean but tough build at 1.78m. Chestnut hair and blue eyes.
Occupation: Owner and clerk at the General Trader in Aspen.
Immunity: Full
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Outspoken and charismatic.
Skills: Persuasion, First aid
Likes: Helping people, a good deal at the General Trader
Dislikes: The Infected, greedy traders, Bruce's arrogance
Fears: Those undead that remain all too human.
Bio: The Twins were born in Amarillo, Texas, to an industrious and well-off middle-class family shortly before the eruption of the plague. For nearly 3 years, the city survived under the powerful mantle of the Remnants and the former United States Military, but subsequently joined the Republic of Texas three days after it was formed. The family won a reasonable living by running a large farm on the outskirts of the city, selling off grain at ever-increasing prices not only to their fellow Texans, but also to passing traders on their way to Denver and Albuquerque.
Their father, Bruce Sr., joined the militias to defend Texas when they were sixteen once the threat of the infected rose exponentially after the fall of The Remnants. After six months in service, he was found missing in action after fighting erupted in the border with Louisiana. Because of their full resistance to the T-13 virus, the Twins firmly believe that their father was not infected — rather, he must have either been the victim of an incident or suffered horrific death in the face of the infected. In any case, the family received a pension from the government, but never saw the man again.
When the two were twenty, bandits assaulted and pillaged the farm, which, unfortunately, lay in the western frontier of the Republic. Their mother was summarily executed by the bandits, but the two of them were granted their lives by being pressed into slavery. When the bandits encountered a rival band, the twins seized the moment along with other prisoners and escaped from their captors. The two hiked fifty kilometers in a day, surviving with stolen and foraged provisions. By then, they were in the uncharted midst of Colorado, a desolate, barren land. Knowing that to the East and South the land was teeming with bandits, making any attempt of return to Texas hazardous, and to the West lay the mighty Rocky Mountains, the Two traveled North until they were in Canon City.
From there, the twins followed a group of travelling tradesmen which offered to take them to Aspen, a safe heaven, in exchange for Bruce's revolver ammunition. The town was nearly desolate, but the two took the opportunity to settle in one of the larger wooden cabins in the centre of town. The cabin was refurbished as a small shop, the Thorn General Trader, and soon the two began bartering with traders, scavengers and natives alike.
The General Trader rapidly became a staple location of the small town, and a necessary stop for any traders travelling through Aspen. Aspen continued to grow slightly over time until the present. Now, 47 individuals call the cold village their home.
RP Examples: Will send via TG.
by Aelex » Wed Jul 22, 2015 3:35 pm
by Empire of the Rising Moon » Wed Jul 22, 2015 5:02 pm
by The NAR » Wed Jul 22, 2015 6:43 pm
by The United Federation of Terrans » Wed Jul 22, 2015 6:47 pm
The NAR wrote:Name: Michael Richard Gavin
Nation Name: The NAR
Birthplace: Denver, Colorado
Ethnicity: American, with German Descent
Age: 27
Pic/Description:
Occupation: Survivor, Traveller & Trader, Volunteers for Security Guard and co-owns the Trading Post (Will explain in Bio)
Immunity: Full Immunity
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Kind and Generous, brave and loyal, dedicated and warm
Skills: Very charismatic, good at trading, but also a very capable fighter, both with guns, melee weapons, and his fists.
Likes: Elysium, Safety, protecting his fellow survivors, trade, music, Christianity
Dislikes: Infected, Raiders, Reavers.
Fears: Death, losing Elysium
Bio:
Michael Gavin was born in a Atlas Facility's Containment Bunker located just outside of Denver. His mother, a Biologist and employee of Atlas and his father, a Marine, were among the 50 people who managed to seal themselves away when the Infection consumed the rest of mankind. The bunker, known today as the "the Vault", was a state of the art lab facility, designed to protect the facility's Personnel in the event that it was required. When the infection broke out in Denver, U.S. Military from the area retreated to the Atlas Facility and planned to hold out. Within a few weeks, supplies began to run out, and the civilians and soldiers found greedily fought for the last ounce of supplies. About three weeks after the fall of Denver, U.S. Military, now under the command of the Remnants, began to attack civilians who didn't obey. A civil war broke out, and blood was spilled.
In the chaos, the Infected and Reavers caught on, and would strike the Facility while it was weak and exposed. In only a few minutes, the defenses were overrun, and the facility was compromised. A few quick-thinking soldiers, led by Richard Gavin, Michael's father, set up barricades and defensive positions inside the building, intent on buying time for the Scientists and Civilians. Wave upon wave of Infected clashed with the Remnant Soldiers, and they were held off just long enough for the civilians to move supplies into the Containment Bunker. Only a few Soldiers made it to the Bunker... The rest, including Michael's father Richard, were killed.
Michael was born a week later. He managed to have a stable beginning, for the Bunker always had power and small farms grew food for the inhabitants. Things were peaceful for a while, until the Geothermal Power Generator failed when Michael was 7. Due to this, the Nuclear Generator was pushed into overdrive, which would eventually cause it to meltdown and likely explode. Engineer's tried but couldn't figure out a way to fix it, so the only option was to leave. Though, some were stubborn and wanted to stay, fearing the outside world. They prevented the others from leaving with ignorance, and the frightened Separatists resisted. In a short but brutal civil war, more than half of the Bunker's inhabitants were slaughtered. The Separatists, who'd won, packed everything they could carry; from guns, to medicine, to food and everything in between.
The Separatists wandered for about a month, losing some people in the process. One person who died was Michael's Mother, Jane. An Ex-Soldier, Larry King, accepted Michael as his own, and would lead him and the others into Denver. The Separatists would enter the city from beneath, using the train tracks to maneuver the city without much threat. Eventually, they settled in the Old, abandoned metro tunnels.
It was called Elysium. Heavily guarded with effective defenses, Elysium became the haven for survivors all throughout Denver-- people wishing to find safety. As the population grew, official government was needed, which led to the creation of the Elysium Security Council, which made the rules and controlled the Security Force. Under the firm leadership of the E.S.C., Elysium blossomed into a massive trade center, and became a beacon of hope for Denver. Elysium is home to approximately 450 people, and has some of the best the Post-Outbreak America has to offer.
Michael stuck with Elysium through it all. Every Infected horde, every Raider attack, every riot and every time of doubt. Because of his loyalty and dedication, Michael has earned a seat on.The Elysium Security Council, and also serves as a Guard and co-owner to the Elysium Trading Post, which has connections all over Colorado.
RP Examples: Hopefully I shouldn't have to
by Aelex » Wed Jul 22, 2015 6:51 pm
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 22, 2015 6:52 pm
Aelex wrote:As it will be very important to my updated app, may I ask if a limited pyrokinesis power would be acceptable for a "gifted" infected?
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Aelex » Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:02 pm
New Grestin wrote:Short answer: No.
Long answer: No. The infection works off of what humans can already do, much like a toolkit. Since humans can't typically project fire, as far as I know, that'd be basically giving your character superpowers, which really won't work.
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:06 pm
Aelex wrote:New Grestin wrote:Short answer: No.
Long answer: No. The infection works off of what humans can already do, much like a toolkit. Since humans can't typically project fire, as far as I know, that'd be basically giving your character superpowers, which really won't work.
Hum, quite sad. I jut finished fire-starter and I do have to say it gave me a weird fetish about burning think with the only power of my mind. I suppose telekinesis is out of question too so...
Well, it's not a problem; thought being cool power are quite silly anyway. ^^
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by The NAR » Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:06 pm
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:The NAR wrote:Name: Michael Richard Gavin
Nation Name: The NAR
Birthplace: Denver, Colorado
Ethnicity: American, with German Descent
Age: 27
Pic/Description:
Occupation: Survivor, Traveller & Trader, Volunteers for Security Guard and co-owns the Trading Post (Will explain in Bio)
Immunity: Full Immunity
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Kind and Generous, brave and loyal, dedicated and warm
Skills: Very charismatic, good at trading, but also a very capable fighter, both with guns, melee weapons, and his fists.
Likes: Elysium, Safety, protecting his fellow survivors, trade, music, Christianity
Dislikes: Infected, Raiders, Reavers.
Fears: Death, losing Elysium
Bio:
Michael Gavin was born in a Atlas Facility's Containment Bunker located just outside of Denver. His mother, a Biologist and employee of Atlas and his father, a Marine, were among the 50 people who managed to seal themselves away when the Infection consumed the rest of mankind. The bunker, known today as the "the Vault", was a state of the art lab facility, designed to protect the facility's Personnel in the event that it was required. When the infection broke out in Denver, U.S. Military from the area retreated to the Atlas Facility and planned to hold out. Within a few weeks, supplies began to run out, and the civilians and soldiers found greedily fought for the last ounce of supplies. About three weeks after the fall of Denver, U.S. Military, now under the command of the Remnants, began to attack civilians who didn't obey. A civil war broke out, and blood was spilled.
In the chaos, the Infected and Reavers caught on, and would strike the Facility while it was weak and exposed. In only a few minutes, the defenses were overrun, and the facility was compromised. A few quick-thinking soldiers, led by Richard Gavin, Michael's father, set up barricades and defensive positions inside the building, intent on buying time for the Scientists and Civilians. Wave upon wave of Infected clashed with the Remnant Soldiers, and they were held off just long enough for the civilians to move supplies into the Containment Bunker. Only a few Soldiers made it to the Bunker... The rest, including Michael's father Richard, were killed.
Michael was born a week later. He managed to have a stable beginning, for the Bunker always had power and small farms grew food for the inhabitants. Things were peaceful for a while, until the Geothermal Power Generator failed when Michael was 7. Due to this, the Nuclear Generator was pushed into overdrive, which would eventually cause it to meltdown and likely explode. Engineer's tried but couldn't figure out a way to fix it, so the only option was to leave. Though, some were stubborn and wanted to stay, fearing the outside world. They prevented the others from leaving with ignorance, and the frightened Separatists resisted. In a short but brutal civil war, more than half of the Bunker's inhabitants were slaughtered. The Separatists, who'd won, packed everything they could carry; from guns, to medicine, to food and everything in between.
The Separatists wandered for about a month, losing some people in the process. One person who died was Michael's Mother, Jane. An Ex-Soldier, Larry King, accepted Michael as his own, and would lead him and the others into Denver. The Separatists would enter the city from beneath, using the train tracks to maneuver the city without much threat. Eventually, they settled in the Old, abandoned metro tunnels.
It was called Elysium. Heavily guarded with effective defenses, Elysium became the haven for survivors all throughout Denver-- people wishing to find safety. As the population grew, official government was needed, which led to the creation of the Elysium Security Council, which made the rules and controlled the Security Force. Under the firm leadership of the E.S.C., Elysium blossomed into a massive trade center, and became a beacon of hope for Denver. Elysium is home to approximately 450 people, and has some of the best the Post-Outbreak America has to offer.
Michael stuck with Elysium through it all. Every Infected horde, every Raider attack, every riot and every time of doubt. Because of his loyalty and dedication, Michael has earned a seat on.The Elysium Security Council, and also serves as a Guard and co-owner to the Elysium Trading Post, which has connections all over Colorado.
RP Examples: Hopefully I shouldn't have to
Once again man we are trying to prevent the beginning of factions such as this. So I am going to say the Elysium part is DENIED.
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:10 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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