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by Wallenburg » Thu Jan 13, 2022 5:16 pm
by Beiarusia » Thu Jan 13, 2022 5:23 pm
Ecologiania wrote:Ooh, this seems like a pretty interesting RP. Can I still submit an application?
Wallenburg wrote:Holy hell, this is a blast from the past. Might just see about putting in an application. With any luck I've gotten better at this by now.
by Paddy O Fernature » Thu Jan 13, 2022 6:12 pm
by Ecologiania » Thu Jan 13, 2022 8:51 pm
by Anowa » Thu Jan 13, 2022 9:03 pm
Ecologiania wrote:How can I post an image? It says "it was not possible to determine the dimensions of the image"
[url][/url]by Beiarusia » Thu Jan 13, 2022 9:11 pm
Paddy O Fernature wrote:Name: James C. Wess
by Emike » Fri Jan 14, 2022 1:18 am
by Beiarusia » Fri Jan 14, 2022 5:04 pm
by Frethotia » Fri Jan 14, 2022 5:38 pm
Briefcase, Black, Unknown what’s inside it
Cracked IPhone 12
Picture of some people, Possibly his family?
Flashlight
Mask
by Beiarusia » Fri Jan 14, 2022 5:47 pm
Frethotia wrote:Name: László Botka
by Frethotia » Fri Jan 14, 2022 5:58 pm
Beiarusia wrote:Frethotia wrote:Name: László Botka
Money isn't really important anymore. Yeah, some people might be persuaded if they think society will recover, but in generally cash is useless and bank accounts probably won't matter once electricity eventually falters. The biggest issue is the bio. There's basically nothing there and saying that all his records were burned is an unacceptable excuse. As GM it is required that I know what this character is about, even if they're a spy who doesn't exist or whatever the reason. Bio is not even a paragraph at that.
ACCEPTED.
by Ecologiania » Fri Jan 14, 2022 7:12 pm
by Blargleyarg » Sun Jan 16, 2022 12:03 am
by Emike » Sun Jan 16, 2022 1:10 am
by Beiarusia » Sun Jan 16, 2022 8:52 am
Emike wrote:Name: Aniyah Bird
by Offer Erapia » Sun Jan 16, 2022 11:57 am
by Paddy O Fernature » Sun Jan 16, 2022 12:43 pm
Beiarusia wrote:
ACCEPTED.Paddy O Fernature wrote:Name: James C. Wess
Gonna ask how much of a survivalist this guy is? Survivalist are part of the quota so maybe not go fully down that path. In general, gonna be more critical for now towards anyone with considerable firearm experience. Would like some less combat capable characters in the mix.
by Beiarusia » Sun Jan 16, 2022 1:42 pm
Offer Erapia wrote:Is this RP still alive if so I would absolutely love to join. Also is this a zombie type apocalyptic event?
by Reverend Norv » Sun Jan 16, 2022 2:49 pm
Name: Samuel "Sam" Walker
Age (DoB): 35 (DOB 8/20/1982). His 36th birthday is this week.
Nationality: U.S.A.
Appearance:
Walker is an unexpectedly big man: about three inches above six feet, about 190 pounds. It's not all muscle - Walker is the first to admit that he's a bit more solid around the midsection than he was in his twenties - but he's still barrel-chested and broad-shouldered, with a weightlifter's arms and thighs. Walker is noticeably handsome, albeit in an intensely white-bread sort of way: square jaw, straight nose, high forehead, short blond hair worn in a neat side-part. Perhaps to counteract his imposing physical presence, he tends to favor somewhat stuffy clothes: tweed suits, checked shirts, sweater vests. He is nearsighted, and therefore wears old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses unless (as in the attached photo) he is indoors in a relatively confined space.
Occupation: Assistant United States Attorney, Office of the U.S. Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois, Criminal Division
Immunity: Unknown (none)
Equipment:
- On person:
- Authentic Harris tweed suit, grey (quite warm and durable; this material was traditionally used by hunters and shepherds in the Scottish highlands).
- Cotton shirt (white with tattersall check); silk necktie (dark red); wool sweater vest (dark blue).
- Baseball cap (dark blue, with U.S. Army Judge Advocate General Corps insignia embroidered in gold).
- Kangaroo leather upland hunting boots and woolen hiking socks.
- Belt and gloves, black leather.
- Flash drive containing investigation research into Atlas Biomedical, sewn into belt.
- Antique Hamilton watch.
- Horn-rimmed glasses.
- Lanyard with Department of Justice identification.
- Leather shoulder holster containing Smith and Wesson Model 19, 4-inch barrel, loaded with .357 Magnum jacketed hollow-points.
- 2 speed-loaders, .357 Magnum jacketed hollow-points, in pocket of suit coat.
- Leatherman multitool, in pocket of suit coat.
- Personal keys, smartphone, wallet with credit cards/concealed carry permit/180 dollars cash, in trouser pockets.
- Moleskin notebook and pen, 15 N95 masks, flask of bourbon, and US passport, in inside pockets of suit coat.
- In Saddleback leather backpack:
- Spare underwear (6), socks (6), undershirts (6), and shirt (1).
- Rain poncho and U.S. Army surplus poncho liner.
- Department of Justice laptop computer, encrypted, with laptop charger and headphones, in secure hardcase.
- Sealed paper file containing printouts of crucial evidence in Atlas investigation.
- Cell phone charger.
- Compass and map of Chicago metro area.
- 4D Maglite flashlight and spare batteries.
- Zippo lighters (2) and manual can opener (1).
- Plastic flask Wild Turkey whiskey.
- 2-pound bag homemade beef jerky.
- 2-liter water bottles (2) and water purification tablets (pack of 50).
- Aluminum camping plate and utensils.
- First aid kit, containing nitrile gloves, wet wipes, surgical tape, superglue, gauze, forceps, tourniquet, butterfly bandages, shears, antibiotics, ibuprofen, muscle relaxants, etc.
- Duct tape and claw hammer.
- Toothbrush, toothpaste, travel towel, comb, deodorant, etc.
- King James Bible; complete poetry of John Donne; and Seven Pillars of Wisdom, by T.E. Lawrence, all leather-bound.
Skills:Jury Whisperer
Walker is a successful federal prosecutor, well known for his ability to take difficult cases with popular defendants to trial, and to convince skeptical juries to convict. He is an accomplished orator, debater, planner, and manipulator, with an excellent capacity to read strangers and to push their buttons. Put another way, he's an effective leader.
Intellectual
Walker is highly intelligent and highly educated: college at Princeton, law school at the University of Chicago, published legal scholarship, prestigious federal clerkship. He is well-read in a lot of areas, not just in the law; and, perhaps more importantly, he has a lot of practice at teaching himself what he doesn't already know.
Hunter
Walker's private escape - his happy place - has always been the outdoors. In fact, he was on his way to a hunting trip on July 19 when news broke of the attack at O'Hare. He is a decent shot with most firearms, a solid camp cook and field navigator, and comfortable spending extended periods under the open sky.
Lessons of the JAG Corps
While Walker's time as an Army Judge Advocate did not leave him much in the way of traditional military skills (a lawyer in uniform is still a lawyer), it did familiarize him with the jargon, culture, and institutions of the U.S. Armed Forces. In conversations with current and former military personnel, Walker can draw on those experiences to establish his credibility and to build rapport.
Child of USAID
As the son of USAID personnel, Walker grew up all over the world, and spent much of his childhood in dangerous places. From an early age, he witnessed violence and survived dangerous diseases; as he grew older, he came to understand very clearly that the ability to make sound decisions quickly, even under immense pressure, could be the difference between life and death. Walker retains that ability to this day: when the stakes are high, he gains and does not lose composure and focus. Walker is also fairly adaptable: he spent parts of his childhood sleeping on bamboo mats and eating bush meat, so creature comforts matter relatively less to him.
Strong
While not particularly athletic in the conventional sense, Sam Walker is a naturally large, strong man who has spent most of his adult life recreationally boxing and lifting weights. He may not have speed or stamina, but he has very considerable brute strength, and he hits very hard indeed.
Weaknesses:Fragile Health
Walker has long been plagued by a variety of ailments. He suffers from occasional debilitating back spasms, and from much more common back pain; he is prone to food poisoning and other digestive problems; he is quick to fall ill, and slow to recover fully, even from the common cold; he has seasonal allergies of a severity that approaches mild asthma; and so on, and so forth. While Walker has a lot of practice forcing himself to function despite sickness, he is rarely entirely well.
High-Functioning Alcoholic
Sam Walker leads a high-pressure life, and he leads it alone. He has taken frequent solace in the bottle: not binge-drinking, but relying on regular infusions of whiskey throughout difficult days. Without frequent recourse to alcohol, he begins to feel exhausted and depleted.
Overconfident
The dark side of Walker's capacity to make decisions calmly under great pressure is that he has absolute confidence in his judgment - even when he is wrong. It can be very difficult to convince him that he is mistaken, to change his mind once it is made up, or to get him to see things from a different perspective.
Break Before You Bend
For Walker's friends, his stubborn conscience - his steadfast refusal to cross certain moral lines, to indulge in cruelty or injustice - is one of his most admirable characteristics. It is also, in the midst of a civilizational collapse, a potentially suicidal limitation on Walker's ability to do what it takes to survive.
Green
Despite growing up in conflict zones, serving as a Judge Advocate, and working as a federal prosecutor, Sam Walker has never had to face the hardest choice: kill or be killed. He has never fired a gun in anger or run for his life. He may make decisions faster and better than the average civilian, but he will be just as traumatized by what is to come.
Slow
Walker may be strong, but he is slow; the mostly sedentary life of an overworked prosecutor has little time for cardio. Walker has a slight beer belly, and though he can hike for miles, any attempt to sprint leaves him breathless and panting with embarrassing speed.
Personality:
Hardworking, insightful, an outstanding judge of character, genuinely brilliant, possessed of deep kindness and integrity - - - and also, well, just a little odd. That's Sam Walker. He always seems a bit like he's playing a character, and a somewhat awkward one at that: his tweed suits and horn-rimmed glasses and tendency for earnest speechifying can be suspiciously reminiscent of Atticus Finch. That quality of performance, of detachment, is accentuated by Walker's obvious issues with intimacy: he is unmarried, and doesn't seem to have much of a love life; he has a lot of friends, but few of them have ever seen him without a necktie. He is much better at loving than at being loved, much better at knowing than at being known. In all of this, Walker's closest friends and family sense a deep underlying privacy: Sam Walker sees others so clearly, their flaws and neuroses, that the idea of being seen with equivalent clarity is intolerable to him. And so he is intentional, not authentic. Instead of being who he is, he has deliberately decided who he wants to be: the crusading prosecutor, the caring friend, the inspiring leader, the man with strong hands and a gentle heart. There is little spontaneous, or enthusiastic, or even truly joyful about Walker; even his sense of humor is dry and sly. But his virtues are real, because he has chosen to make them real; and in the end, he truly is as kind and righteous and insightful as he tries to be.
Likes:
Walker has many of the tastes - some would say the affectations - of an old-fashioned country gentleman: he likes fine dining but also camp cooking, he hunts ducks in a tweed suit, he is fond of 17th-century poetry and of classic cars. Though he has no children of his own, he's great with kids: paternal toward small children, reassuringly big-brotherly toward teenagers. And, befitting his global upbringing, he appreciates rather than fears difference: he is open to any kind of food, appreciates the art and music of other cultures, and - closer to home - has been successful in building relationships with leaders in Chicago's Black community, despite his own lack of familiarity with that community.
Dislikes:
Adaptable and ecumenical in his tastes, Walker lacks many pet peeves. His ability to read people clinically and without judgment also makes his dislikes relatively less intense: he disapproves of prejudice and incompetence, for example, but finds them easy enough to understand and forgive. The one thing that Walker cannot abide, at an instinctive emotional level, is selfishness: whether that is manifested in cruelty, avarice, arrogance, disrespect or simple indifference toward the humanity of others. He expects people to be basically decent to each other, and he takes grim satisfaction in punishing them when they refuse to do so.
Biography:Sam Walker was born in the southern Philippines in 1982, the child of USAID aid workers: his father an administrator, his mother a nurse. The family moved every year or two, from one zone of conflict or starvation or natural disaster to the next. Many of Walker's defining traits are due to this unique upbringing: his fragile physical health and consequent mental toughness; his capacity to remain calm and focused amid chaos and danger; his cultural humility and gift for understanding the minds of others; his deep sense of moral responsibility; and his social stiltedness - the mark of a child who grew up without real friends. Walker would be fifteen before he returned full-time to the States, after his mother's malaria forced the family to cease its overseas work.
After two years of public school in Iowa City - a jarring adjustment that seems to have left a lasting mark on Walker - he was admitted to Princeton University on a messy combination of need-based scholarships, merit-based scholarships, and loans. While Walker's family had no money, it did have education - both his parents had attended Ivy League schools - and Walker's intensive overseas homeschooling proved to be good preparation for academic success. Culturally, too - despite his strange childhood - Walker was a native son of the WASP elite, and he soon learned to fit in at Princeton: joining an eating club, making the football team, studying anthropology, and ultimately writing a well-received thesis on community resilience and rebuilding after the 2001 Gujarat Earthquake.
At this point, the gravitational pull of the American elite took over Walker's life for a number of years. His professors expected him to go to law school, so he did, and he was admitted at the University of Chicago: one of the country's best law schools. There, he was supposed to be on the law journal, so he was; he was supposed to do well in class, so he did; he was supposed to take summer jobs at law firms and make a lot of money, so he took them. After he graduated, he did the expected thing for a highly successful law student, and accepted a prestigious clerkship with a federal judge on the Seventh Circuit. He even found time to publish an article in a law journal about originalist interpretation of the 7th Amendment. The natural next step was to accept a position at a major Chicago law firm, making half a million dollars a year.
Instead, Walker joined the Army JAG Corps. The decision was a defiant reassertion of the values of Walker's childhood, not those of his professional education: he made a conscious choice to care more about others - in this case, his country and its soldiers - than himself. After a few years of general military practice, Walker shifted to focus on prosecution, and acquired a reputation as a man unafraid of unpopular cases: he prosecuted and convicted a respected Special Forces sergeant for involvement in the Afghan heroin trade, for example, and got jail time for an influential White House attaché officer who beat up a call girl.
After leaving the Army as a captain, Walker accepted a position as an Assistant United States Attorney in Chicago. There, he continued to demonstrate both a willingness to take controversial cases to a jury, and the capacity to win them: Walker repeatedly prosecuted Chicago police officers for federal civil rights violations, convicted a powerful alderman of political corruption, and led the investigation and prosecution of a white nationalist gang that had attempted to bomb a Chicago mosque. He is well-liked in his office: Walker's colleagues respect his impressive trial record, and they regard his obvious moral fiber with a combination of real awe and eye-rolling bemusement. Even other AUSAs, however, worry that Walker has finally overreached himself: for the last eight months, he has been coordinating a joint DOJ/FBI/FDA/SEC investigation of Atlas Biomedical - an act, one colleague warned Walker, equivalent to "sticking your hand in the garbage disposal." But Walker has persisted, and one might reasonably wonder how much he has to lose: the man has few close friends, rarely dates, obviously drinks too much, and gets away from the office only for the occasional hunting trip.
Walker was on his way to just such a trip when news broke of the biological attack on O'Hare. He immediately drove back to the Dirksen Building, and spent the next week holed up in his office there, riding out the riots while he tried to connect the dots of his investigation to the attack. On Day 07, rioters attacked the Dirksen Building and forced the staff of the U.S. Attorney's Office to evacuate, protected by U.S. Marshals, to Willis Tower. By the time quarantine collapsed on Day 16, Walker had already slipped out of the skyscraper; if he had learned one thing from his childhood, it was that you could not wait for danger to find you before you ran. He made his way back to his apartment amid the chaos, collected what supplies and equipment he could, put on his favorite tie, and left a sign on the door inviting any survivors to avail themselves of the contents of his refrigerator before everything spoiled. Then, having nothing to lose and nothing better to do, Sam Walker walked out into the madness to try to find people he could help.
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by Segral » Wed Jan 19, 2022 2:47 pm
by Beiarusia » Wed Jan 19, 2022 6:11 pm
Segral wrote:Hey, I'm interested in applying to the RP. Just wanted to spitball my planned app idea here to make sure it wouldn't cause any conflicts/was acceptable. I was thinking of writing a Loyola art student that's camped out and shut himself inside one of the university's art studios as a home base. I know we already have a Loyola student, so just wanted to make sure it was okay to have multiple.
by Segral » Wed Jan 19, 2022 10:03 pm
Beiarusia wrote:Yeah go for it. There can be as many students as people want.
Name: Khalil Capron Moses. Known as "K.C" to acquaintances and "Mouse" to his closest friends and family.
Age (DoB): 21 (02/03/1997)
Nationality: American, recently gave up his Bahamian citizenship in accordance with dual citizenship laws.
Appearance:
Occupation: Student at Loyola University majoring in Studio Arts, freelance graphic designer and photographer on the side.
Immunity: None
Equipment:
- Tanchen 4K Portfolio Bag:
- Masonite drawing-board
- Sketchbook
- Pencils, charcoal sticks, paintbrushes, etc.
- Squeeze bottles of paint and India ink
- Spray misting bottle
- Utility knife
- Two rolls of tape, one masking, one duct
- Two USB drives
- Tackle box
- Jansport Backpack:
- Extra change of clothes
- Pair of goggles
- Pair of reading glasses
- Laptop + charger
- Phone charger
- Plastic water bottle
- Two granola bars
- Digital camera
- Film camera + extra roll of film
- Hammer
- Two chisels
- On-Person:
- Leather wallet containing about $15 in cash, a credit card, and his student ID, driver's license, and bus pass
- Keychain with the keys to his studio and long-overrun apartment
- Inhaler
- Black long-sleeve shirt
- Jeans
- Timberland boots
- His crucifix necklace
Skills:
- Artist: Khalil is a gifted artist and student of the arts, with excellent penmanship and drawing skills. There hasn't exactly been many opportunities for mixed-media prints as of late, but hey, it gives him something to do.
- Cool Head: Khalil is known for his cool demeanor, refusing to let anything ruffle him or throw him to temper. In a crisis, he's able to keep his head straight and not immediately panic, and can do a decent job of defusing minor conflicts around him and helping some hotter heads simmer down. He's nothing close to a master diplomat, but he's a reliable pick when shit hits the fan.
- Chicago Native: Having lived in Chicago all his life, Khalil is a walking GPS, and can point you in at least the vague, general direction of where you need to go, especially when it comes to downtown Chicago. This, combined with his artistic skill, makes him incredibly proficient at mapmaking. Maybe it'll come in handy at some point.
Weaknesses:
- Knee Injury: Khalil tore his right ACL in a soccer match when he was 17, and while he has had surgery since to fix the knee, it's left him with reduced function in that joint. When it comes to running or strenuous exercise, he can keep up decently well, but will struggle a lot and may begin to slow down if extended stress is put on the knee.
- Asthma: Khalil has asthma and uses an inhaler for relief. He has enough medicine to fully load his inhaler for now, but if he runs out without finding more supplies, he may begin to experience breathing problems. If he's infected by TA-13, it'll be an especially quick, nasty, and painful way to go.
- Lack of Reflex: Sometimes, it's possible to be too calm. In certain situations, Khalil's moderate nature and reluctance to react in an extreme manner can turn against him, as it leaves him with a weak sense of instinct and a lack of strong "fight or flight" reflex. Being a little flighty and reactive can come in handy, and it's something the young artist has yet to master.
Personality: Khalil Moses' greatest defining trait is peace and patience. He's not a particularly introverted, unhappy, or even stoic person, just a very thoughtful one. He puts thought into his every word, running his conversations at a slow, waterlogged pace. He likes his time to process, and can get irritated if someone disturbs his train of thought or if he believes someone is trying to speak over him. It's a matter of respect for him; give him the time to say his piece, and he'll give you yours, as much as time as you need. Listening is one of his strong suits, and many people find it easy to talk to him thanks to his insistence on keeping himself out of other people's experiences.
It's hard to ruffle or shake him, either. Getting a smile or short laugh out is easy, but getting anger or sadness out of him is much more difficult, and he tends to bottle up how he feels a lot of the time. He prefers to draw or write instead of speak to express how he feels, and art often takes up a lot of his thoughts and words, as he loves to ramble about things he's seen, what he'd love to paint in a picture, and projects that he's been working on. As a result of all this, he can be very difficult to interact with on occasion given his various eccentricities, but in the right place and right time, he can be an excellent companion.
Likes: Photography, drawing, graffiti, Caribbean music, church services, birds, chocolate
Dislikes: Insects, cloudy/overcast weather (throws his mood off), boredom, canned meat
Biography: Khalil Capron Moses was born in Chicago on February 3rd, 1997. His mother was an American professor of Bahamian descent who taught history at the University of Chicago, while his father was a Bahamian photographer who came to the US on a work visa. His parents split up soon after his birth, with his father moving back to the Bahamas and Khalil and his mother moving to Hyde Park to be closer to her work. While Hyde Park was a decent beacon of safety among Chicago's grisly South Side, it was still South Side all the same, and Khalil's childhood was dominated by rule and order. His curfew came early and fast, and certain neighborhoods and streets were to be avoided at any cost. School and church were the first methods employed by Khalil's mother to keep him safe, and when those began to wane, sports and art became his new vices.
To pass the time as he aged into middle and high school and his friends began to venture without him, Khalil took up soccer, his first love, and art, his second. He had a gift for the game, and after the game was over, he would come home and teach himself Photoshop, video editing, and graphic design. After getting deeper into drawing and photography as side passions, he gave himself an ultimatum on his 16th birthday; pick soccer and go for a college scholarship wherever he wanted, or pick art and stay in Chicago to study and create. A few months later, the choice was made for him; during a playoff game, he tore his ACL while defending, forcing him into surgery and ending his amateur sports career for good.
Soon after graduating high school, he packed his bags and moved across town to begin taking classes for a Studio Arts major at Loyola University. His first two years were exciting times, full of wild partying and a massive improvement in his skills, to the point where he was able to start offering his services as a freelancer to make ends meet. However, his third year of school began to come with doubts. His classes were starting to weigh heavily on his shoulders and burn him out, and after he turned 21, he was forced to renounce his Bahamian citizenship, his last connection to his long-lost father. Anybody who talked to Khalil during this time would note that he was spending much of his days rambling about "purpose" and his "journey", looking more downcast than he'd ever been before.
After his third year broke out for the summer, he took a trip with friends to New Orleans in an attempt to clear his head and work on some personal art. He intended to stay for a few weeks, but came home early after he came to a decision, and retired back to his dorm to get his stuff ready and drop out of college for good. But, before any of that could happen, the attack at O'Hare took place, and Chicago soon fell into quarantine. Okay, no biggie, he'd wait it out, and then drop out. But then, all hell broke loose. With each passing day, the situation got more and more out of hand, until eventually, there was nothing left of Chicago to rescue. Fearing for his life, Khalil got out of his multi-story-high residence building before he could get trapped inside and made a break for his campus' art studio, ransacking an office to find the keys and locking himself in with his bags. He's barely left since then aside from the occasional venture for food and water, but is counting the days with a few goals in mind; get in contact with his mother, touch base with his father in the Bahamas, and finally get out of this dumbass college.
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