OUTBREAK (Survival, Reboot) - OOC / Hiatus

[Flarbinia]

Name: Jonathan Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 42
Pic/Description: He wears a trench coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak (the only part of his cheek not covered by the mustache being the wound he received from a biker who had too much to drink).

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself his wife (who he married three years before the Outbreak), and his son.
Immunity: none

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals).

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man, often avoiding activities and areas that he views as dangerous. He lacks depth perception, making it difficult to fight an opponent attacking him from the right. He is an alcoholic (the only complaint he makes when he's in a group is "why is the rum gone"). Being an agnostic (he was a Catholic before the Outbreak and is currently dealing with a crisis of faith), Jonathan Teichmüller often gets into arguments over religion. His anger, if provoked to be violent can cause him to act recklessly in battle. He is an alcoholic.

Personality: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. If his loved ones are threatened or harmed, he will not hesitate to kill.
Likes: Rum, Cigars, and fortunetellers.
Dislikes: Anyone who harms or threatens his family. Zealots. Groups that have a "no tobacco and/or alcohol" rule
Fears: Not being able to protect his family

Bio: Prior to the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students hate him due to how many of them got expelled because he was by the book when it came to students doing drugs on campus grounds, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. After sitting at the local bar and ordering rum the day before he was supposed to receive his final paycheck, a biker who refused to exit the local pub when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged Jonathan to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got a cut on his right cheek for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue that had been broken off at the tip and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charge at him, he beat his attacker to death with a nearby guitar and left the bar, the cops being dragged out of their cars by rioters. Once he arrived at his house, he found his neighbor trying to loot the house and beat the man to death with his bare hands, every blow to the head reminding him of his days on the high school boxing team. Once he was sure the man was dead, He reminded himself that if he had not killed those 3 men, they would have killed him.

He then found his wife hiding in the master bedroom and told her to grab as much of whatever they would need as they could carry, but not before he grabbed a bottle of rum. They then entered a pawn shop that was right down the street, grabbed whatever the looters didn't steal, and left as fast as they could, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed for too long. Jonathan Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the rioters, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Jonathan Teichmüller) in front of a crucifix on the wall, Jonathan pinned his head to the wall with a well placed crossbow bolt, the body slumping to the floor, the shaft of the bolt having been broken by the impact. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world this was only the beginning of the end) would lynch him if they stayed, Jonathan Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling Jonathan's mind with every step. When marshal law was declared, he had to learn how to hunt for the first time in his life.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

[Anowa]

Name: Jonathan Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 42
Pic/Description: He wears a trench coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak (the only part of his cheek not covered by the mustache being the wound he received from a biker who had too much to drink).

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself his wife (who he married three years before the Outbreak), and his son.
Immunity: none

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals).

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man, often avoiding activities and areas that he views as dangerous. He lacks depth perception, making it difficult to fight an opponent attacking him from the right. He is an alcoholic (the only complaint he makes when he's in a group is "why is the rum gone"). Being an agnostic (he was a Catholic before the Outbreak and is currently dealing with a crisis of faith), Jonathan Teichmüller often gets into arguments over religion. His anger, if provoked to be violent can cause him to act recklessly in battle. He is an alcoholic.

Personality: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. If his loved ones are threatened or harmed, he will not hesitate to kill.
Likes: Rum, Cigars, and fortunetellers.
Dislikes: Anyone who harms or threatens his family. Zealots. Groups that have a "no tobacco and/or alcohol" rule
Fears: Not being able to protect his family

Bio: Prior to the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students hate him due to how many of them got expelled because he was by the book when it came to students doing drugs on campus grounds, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. After sitting at the local bar and ordering rum the day before he was supposed to receive his final paycheck, a biker who refused to exit the local pub when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged Jonathan to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got a cut on his right cheek for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue that had been broken off at the tip and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charge at him, he beat his attacker to death with a nearby guitar and left the bar, the cops being dragged out of their cars by rioters. Once he arrived at his house, he found his neighbor trying to loot the house and beat the man to death with his bare hands, every blow to the head reminding him of his days on the high school boxing team. Once he was sure the man was dead, He reminded himself that if he had not killed those 3 men, they would have killed him.

He then found his wife hiding in the master bedroom and told her to grab as much of whatever they would need as they could carry, but not before he grabbed a bottle of rum. They then entered a pawn shop that was right down the street, grabbed whatever the looters didn't steal, and left as fast as they could, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed for too long. Jonathan Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the rioters, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Jonathan Teichmüller) in front of a crucifix on the wall, Jonathan pinned his head to the wall with a well placed crossbow bolt, the body slumping to the floor, the shaft of the bolt having been broken by the impact. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world this was only the beginning of the end) would lynch him if they stayed, Jonathan Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling Jonathan's mind with every step. When marshal law was declared, he had to learn how to hunt for the first time in his life.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

Red:
1. He killed three people. Civil services don't magically disappear during the first week of an epidemic, if anything they're more effective. I'd also like to note that dragging someone out of a car, while said person has not only a gun but a canister of pepper spray, while they also have their foot on the gas, is about as easy as stapling jello to a bull's nutsack (AKA not gonna happen, especially since most people are afraid of getting outright shot by an angry or scared cop). He'd be thrown in jail and likely would remain there. Making an act like killing three people in the span of a day so trivial is absurd, not getting some form of medical attention or 911 service to arrive after a bout of self defense is also absurd. The characters a former history teacher, not Rambo.
2. This sentence is unneeded.

[Flarbinia]

Name: Jonathan Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 42
Pic/Description: He wears a trench coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak (the only part of his cheek not covered by the mustache being the wound he received from a biker who had too much to drink).

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself his wife (who he married three years before the Outbreak), and his son.
Immunity: none

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals).

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man, often avoiding activities and areas that he views as dangerous. He lacks depth perception, making it difficult to fight an opponent attacking him from the right. He is an alcoholic (the only complaint he makes when he's in a group is "why is the rum gone"). Being an agnostic (he was a Catholic before the Outbreak and is currently dealing with a crisis of faith), Jonathan Teichmüller often gets into arguments over religion. His anger, if provoked to be violent, can cause him to act recklessly in battle. He is an alcoholic.

Personality: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. If his loved ones are threatened or harmed, he will not hesitate to kill.
Likes: Rum, Cigars, and fortunetellers.
Dislikes: Anyone who harms or threatens his family. Zealots. Groups that have a "no tobacco and/or alcohol" rule
Fears: Not being able to protect his family

Bio: Prior to the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students hate him due to how many of them got expelled because he was by the book when it came to students doing drugs on campus grounds, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. After sitting at the local bar and ordering rum the day before he was supposed to receive his final paycheck, a biker who refused to exit the local pub when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged Jonathan to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got a small cut on his right cheek for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue that had been broken off at the tip and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour while too drunk to stand up straight. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charge at him, he dodged his attacker, causing the drunk assailant to tumble backwards and bump into another patron. The drunk, angry that someone made him drop his beer mug, punched the biker. The biker tried to fight back, only to hit a biker from a rival group with a barstool, causing the other biker's buddies to retaliate, the brawl escalating into pandemonium as more bar patrons joined in on the fight. Using the emergency exit to leave the bar, Jonathan immediately headed home. On the way, he saw several rioters, many of whom were possibly on PCP or Heroin or Crack, attack two police officers. Not wanting to get shot or beaten to death, he ran away from the scene as far as he could before he had to stop before catching his breath. Once he arrived at his house, he found his neighbor who trying to loot the house and beat the man to death with his bare hands, every blow to the head reminding him of his days on the high school boxing team. Once he was sure the man was dead, He reminded himself that if he had not killed those men, they would have killed him and his family.

He then found his wife and son hiding in the master bedroom and, once she told him that there were riots happening all over the city, told her to grab as much of whatever they would need as they could carry, but not before he grabbed a bottle of rum. They then entered a pawn shop that was right down the street, grabbed whatever the looters didn't steal, and left as fast as they could, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed for too long. Jonathan Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the rioters, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Jonathan Teichmüller), Jonathan pinned his head to the wall with a well placed crossbow bolt, the body slumping to the floor, the shaft of the bolt having been broken by the impact. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world this was only the beginning of the end) would lynch him if they stayed, Jonathan Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling Jonathan's mind with every step. When marshal law was declared, he had to learn how to hunt for the first time in his life.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

[Anowa]

Name: Jonathan Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 42
Pic/Description: He wears a trench coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak (the only part of his cheek not covered by the mustache being the wound he received from a biker who had too much to drink).

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself his wife (who he married three years before the Outbreak), and his son.
Immunity: none

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals).

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man, often avoiding activities and areas that he views as dangerous. He lacks depth perception, making it difficult to fight an opponent attacking him from the right. He is an alcoholic (the only complaint he makes when he's in a group is "why is the rum gone"). Being an agnostic (he was a Catholic before the Outbreak and is currently dealing with a crisis of faith), Jonathan Teichmüller often gets into arguments over religion. His anger, if provoked to be violent, can cause him to act recklessly in battle. He is an alcoholic.

Personality: Jonathan Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. If his loved ones are threatened or harmed, he will not hesitate to kill.
Likes: Rum, Cigars, and fortunetellers.
Dislikes: Anyone who harms or threatens his family. Zealots. Groups that have a "no tobacco and/or alcohol" rule
Fears: Not being able to protect his family

Bio: Prior to the outbreak, Jonathan Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students hate him due to how many of them got expelled because he was by the book when it came to students doing drugs on campus grounds, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. After sitting at the local bar and ordering rum the day before he was supposed to receive his final paycheck, a biker who refused to exit the local pub when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged Jonathan to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got a small cut on his right cheek for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue that had been broken off at the tip and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour while too drunk to stand up straight. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charge at him, he dodged his attacker, causing the drunk assailant to tumble backwards and bump into another patron. The drunk, angry that someone made him drop his beer mug, punched the biker. The biker tried to fight back, only to hit a biker from a rival group with a barstool, causing the other biker's buddies to retaliate, the brawl escalating into pandemonium as more bar patrons joined in on the fight. Using the emergency exit to leave the bar, Jonathan immediately headed home. On the way, he saw several rioters, many of whom were possibly on PCP or Heroin or Crack, attack two police officers. Not wanting to get shot or beaten to death, he ran away from the scene as far as he could before he had to stop before catching his breath. Once he arrived at his house, he found his neighbor who trying to loot the house and beat the man to death with his bare hands, every blow to the head reminding him of his days on the high school boxing team. Once he was sure the man was dead, He reminded himself that if he had not killed those men, they would have killed him and his family.

He then found his wife and son hiding in the master bedroom and, once she told him that there were riots happening all over the city, told her to grab as much of whatever they would need as they could carry, but not before he grabbed a bottle of rum. They then entered a pawn shop that was right down the street, grabbed whatever the looters didn't steal, and left as fast as they could, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed for too long. Jonathan Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the rioters, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Jonathan Teichmüller), Jonathan pinned his head to the wall with a well placed crossbow bolt, the body slumping to the floor, the shaft of the bolt having been broken by the impact. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world this was only the beginning of the end) would lynch him if they stayed, Jonathan Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling Jonathan's mind with every step. When marshal law was declared, he had to learn how to hunt for the first time in his life.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

1. You really don't get it do you?
2. This level of detail is unneeded, simply stating that he was killed would be enough.

[Ontorisa]

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Listen here bud, a lot of the staff here is really patient and willing to contribute to improve your app. And Anowa's been trying to do that, but considering the fact you've been completely unable to follow up on Anowa's corrections and advice, I'm gonna say this in a rather blunt tone:

You aren't getting in. We've rejected your application multiple times now and each time you've re-applied, you've only changed a name or adjusted an age, completely disregarding our outstanding issues with your application. So, for everything holy, please stop applying if you're going to continue this trend.

Thanks.

[Wallenburg]

Here's my two cents, Flarbinia, from the perspective of someone at least a little interested in helping you out here: scrap the character, and build him again from the ground up. He's tainted from No Man's Land, and the app's original edginess is still peeking through, despite the several layers of coverup you have given it. Making tweaks here and there isn't going to solve the main problem: you have an edgy, asshole character with all the building blocks for a Mary Sue. He simply doesn't feel real, and nobody will sympathize with him. Not players, not their characters. If you want to get in, I suggest trying to make a new character.

[Imperial Idaho]

Here's my two cents, Flarbinia, from the perspective of someone at least a little interested in helping you out here: scrap the character, and build him again from the ground up. He's tainted from No Man's Land, and the app's original edginess is still peeking through, despite the several layers of coverup you have given it. Making tweaks here and there isn't going to solve the main problem: you have an edgy, asshole character with all the building blocks for a Mary Sue. He simply doesn't feel real, and nobody will sympathize with him. Not players, not their characters. If you want to get in, I suggest trying to make a new character.

Adding on to this and other advice given, if your trying to make sure he won't be killed off by another player for no reason, don't give people reasons to kill him. For example a player character killed by another in this RP was killed because he tried to rob them at gunpoint and gave away where his med stash was.

[Flarbinia]

I have tried my hardest to correct the mistakes in my APP, but instead of actually helping me, the people on this thread have done nothing but me complaints and assumptions! I am done with OUTBEAK and all related material. I am official giving up on trying to contribute to this masterpiece of a story.

[Anowa]

I have tried my hardest to correct the mistakes in my APP, but instead of actually helping me, the people on this thread have done nothing but me complaints and assumptions! I am done with OUTBEAK and all related material. I quit.

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You're actually pretty fucking pretentious. Good luck getting into many RPs with such a narcissistic attitude.

[Imperial Idaho]

I have tried my hardest to correct the mistakes in my APP, but instead of actually helping me, the people on this thread have done nothing but me complaints and assumptions! I am done with OUTBREAK and all related material. I am official giving up on trying to contribute to this masterpiece of a story.

You speak as If that is true. The past solid two pages of OOC have been giving advice and explaining why we have the issues we do with your app.

[Ontorisa]

I have tried my hardest to correct the mistakes in my APP, but instead of actually helping me, the people on this thread have done nothing but me complaints and assumptions! I am done with OUTBEAK and all related material. I am official giving up on trying to contribute to this masterpiece of a story.

kbye.

[Flarbinia]

I have tried my hardest to correct the mistakes in my APP, but instead of actually helping me, the people on this thread have done nothing but me complaints and assumptions! I am done with OUTBEAK and all related material. I quit.

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You're actually pretty fucking pretentious. Good luck getting into many RPs with such a narcissistic attitude.

Trying to change my APP to make it more acceptable was going to give me writer's block, especially since I was writing without being given an example.

[Anowa]

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You're actually pretty fucking pretentious. Good luck getting into many RPs with such a narcissistic attitude.

Trying to change my APP to make it more acceptable was going to give me writer's block, especially since I was writing without being given an example.

I'm not gonna railroad you. If you can't come up with alternatives you need more practice. No one expects you to squeeze out a whole character in a single night.

[Imperial Idaho]

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You're actually pretty fucking pretentious. Good luck getting into many RPs with such a narcissistic attitude.

Trying to change my APP to make it more acceptable was going to give me writer's block, especially since I was writing without being given an example.

You know if you read the OP you could've seen the links to other peoples apps and looked at those.

[Flarbinia]

Trying to change my APP to make it more acceptable was going to give me writer's block, especially since I was writing without being given an example.

I'm not gonna railroad you. If you can't come up with alternatives you need more practice. No one expects you to squeeze out a whole character in a single night.

Thank you. I do not deserve to be on this thread until I get better at being a roleplayer. I am sorry for what I said.

[Falangian Europe]

Thought'd I'd come back for a check-up.
What's the situation on my app right now?
Other than that, things are looking good in the IC, very good stuff my fellow RP'ers.

[Wallenburg]

Alinora, I ran into a small problem yesterday. Your characters don't seem to notice that there are several infected at the entrance of the fire station. The content of your post would also suggest that the infected don't notice a large fire engine pulling up right next to them.

[Alinora]

Alinora, I ran into a small problem yesterday. Your characters don't seem to notice that there are several infected at the entrance of the fire station. The content of your post would also suggest that the infected don't notice a large fire engine pulling up right next to them.

Alright I'll edit it

[Alinora]

There, to the best of my knowlege

[Imperial Idaho]

Response up.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Liam Michael Grissom
DO NOT REMOVE: 4242564

Late ACCEPTED.

Name: Douglass Fairchild
DO NOT REMOVE: 4242564

Also ACCEPTED.


Firefighter Joey Harley is dead. Introducing a new Reaver-type: Hounds. I do not expect every all the firefighters still standing to make it to the safety of the station alive. Also posted for the zoo.

[Falangian Europe]

Should have a opening post up tonight.

[Anowa]

There was no fighting the Hounds. The creatures were too dangerous, and regardless the Infected would soon be upon them. The firefighters' only hope would be to make it to the safety of the station and hope that they weren't the next picked off.

The Hound was tearing away at Peter's bunker gear, throwing cloth in each direction, but Daniel brought the sharp end of his halligan bar down with every ounce of strength he had. He felt the skull crack under it, and nearly a third of the bar was lodged into the creature's brain.

Ali... I think you just one hit a Reaver with a melee weapon.

[Alinora]

There was no fighting the Hounds. The creatures were too dangerous, and regardless the Infected would soon be upon them. The firefighters' only hope would be to make it to the safety of the station and hope that they weren't the next picked off.

The Hound was tearing away at Peter's bunker gear, throwing cloth in each direction, but Daniel brought the sharp end of his halligan bar down with every ounce of strength he had. He felt the skull crack under it, and nearly a third of the bar was lodged into the creature's brain.

Ali... I think you just one hit a Reaver with a melee weapon.

I stabbed it in the head and left behind the weapon

[Wallenburg]

I'll try to get a post up soon, but I have a lot of stuff to work on at the moment. I also need to make some edits to accommodate Alinora's most recent post.