The Zone Of Excursion 3 [Open/Interest/Signups]

by **Ruskarkand** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 6:19 pm

"There isn't much to tell of the zone and it's ways. It's like a living creature, these lands are the belly of the unmerciful beast, and it's inhabitants, the stalkers, are like ticks and fleas. It tries to do everything it can to get us off of it, but we still find a way to prevail and suckle the life and blood from this monster. But like ticks and fleas, we share the same reason to be doing so, to survive." - Anonymous Stalker.

This is the Zone. Areas that were once inhabited by a civilized life and then abandoned in the wake of a nuclear disaster. Nature slowly took it's course, and reclaimed what was once it's own. The areas, dangerous to sentient life, were instead occupied by the wild species. Dogs became wild, Pigs escaped from their farms.. and everything inbetween began to inhabit these perverted lands. However, when a second explosion hit, then everything began to slowly decay into forms that completely baffled even the most prestigious minds. The laws that we once learned to live by were broken, strange formations began to pop up left and right.

Despite the fact that a Military Cordon had been set up along the border of this land, people began to flock to these lands, now dubbed 'The Zone' to all. These people were nothing more than common criminals or thugs, those rejected by society. There were also people who were struggiling in the real world, where they thought that, in the zone, they could make their living. Everyone soon learned of the horrors that lurked within; and no sooner did they wish to get out. The cordons locked them in though, and they had no choice. It was either time to adapt or die.

This is a story about those people inside the zone, those who have learned to live and survive amongst the horrors, and those who are just beginning to start out, freshly trapped within the boundaries of this hell. There are also those who exploit all of this madness and make a good fortune off of the suffering of the people in the zone. There are people who fight to destroy the zone, and those who fight to make it free.
But, the most dastardly by far are the ones who fight in the name of the zone, Zealous to their cause.

Your character's tale is a tale of their survival, how they cope in this ever changing land, and how their fate will play out. Whether they will die at the hands of the Horrors or not, or whether they will ascend into a state of which they are one of the best stalkers in the zone. Whether they will live as a free man or fall into the ranks of the factions. But the most ultimate fate? If they make it to the center of the zone.

Information booth.

June 10th, 2015: The Zone was suddenly lit by an unbearably bright light. For a brief moment, there was complete silence, as the clouds in the sky evaporated. Then came a terrifying roar. The Earth trembled, and most of the soldiers guarding the perimeter were killed instantly.

25th October 2018: Scientists were still unable to produce a clear explanation of what had happened. Expeditions invariably end in tragedies, while the rare survivors tell of mutated animals with amazing abilities.

18th August 2020: According to various calculations, there are between one to three hundred people operating in the zone. They call themselves 'Stalkers', focusion on the aquisition of so-called artifacts - Anomalous formations, worth their weight in gold.

30th January, 2021: Despite operating only on the edges of the Cordon, the stalkers grow in strength and numbers, though they remain unable to penetrate deeper into the center of the zone. Any attempts end in failure.

14th April 2023: A stalker nicknamed Strelok solves the riddle of the Brain Scorcher - A powerful transmitter capable of crushing the minds of Stalkers - and disables it. All of the stalker factions rush en masse to the center of the zone, some looking for legendary fields of artifacts, whilst others aim to locate the mythical Wish Granter.

15th April 2023: In the light of these recent developments, the National Security and Defense Council of Ruskarkand made a decision to execute special operation 'Fairway', using maps of previously discovered anomalies, dozens of military helicopters loaded with soldiers head for the center of the zone. Despite careful preparation, the operation ultimately fails - The machines vanish without a trace.

2nd January 2024: The Monolithians unleash a terrible machine. A large emission approaches the horizon, and stalkers, in large numbers, run for cover. As the red rays finally subside, one large oddity shapes the zone. Almost all of it's Dragonkinian inhabitants vanish without a trace, none have been found ever since.

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How to apply (READ ME)

Name: - Your Character's name.
Age: - Your Character's age.
Gender: - Your Character's gender.
Height: - Your Character's height. (Specify in Feet/Inches or Meters/Centimeters)
Weight: - Your Character's weight. (Specify in Pounds or Kilograms)
Medical Conditions: - If your character has any medical conditions (E.G, Diseases, Impaired Vision/Hearing). Put them here. Leave this blank if your character has none, or put N/A.
Species / Race: - Put your Character's species and (If applicable) Ethnicity here.
Skills: - If your character has any specialist training of such. (E.G Military/Combat training). Subtle skills, such as being a good chef or being good at crafting or fashioning stuff, are not included. If you have no skills of sort, feel free to put N/A.
Picture: - Your character's picture. Please provide the picture in a spoiler or URL. Posting a picture in [img] tags will make me put the app on pending until you fix it.
Biography/Description: - Your character's Biography or Description. I don't want a 10 page essay, about a few paragraphs about who they are, how they were raised and why they came to the zone are necessary.
Personal Items being Taken: - Your character's personal items, things like a Diary or a picture of their loved one. Put N/A if you are not taking anything.
Equipment being Taken: - Your character's equipment, in here; feel free to put something like a survivalist knife or a portable stove. Guns and ammo are permitted, but I advise that you stick to things that are probably considered of a lower tier.

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Nation Name: - Your nation's name, simple enough.
Nation Tech Level: - Your nation's tech level.
What is your timezone: - Your own time zone. This is just for me to clarify when you will be online.
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: - Yes or no is put here, just a few prods from me to keep you posted on what's going on in this thread. You can always tell me to belt up and be quiet at any time, I will not take offense.

Additional Information

A lot of this particular RP's plot is like unset concrete, A lot of things are probably going to change before it's finished. This RP is most likely not going to be due for a long time. You are free to apply now though if you wish. If you have any questions, feel free to drop me a telegram, otherwise; thanks for stopping by. Even if you did not apply, I still appreciate you taking time out of your day to visit this thread, I'm grateful.

by **Yuktova** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:35 pm

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Name: Jacques Fresco
Age: 62 years old
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 130 pounds
Medical Conditions: Impaired hearing. This is counteracted by a hearing aid
Species/Race: Human, white
Skills: Very good with computers, has some training with guns after serving in the army (most training, besides basic has been forgotten).
Picture: http://urbnfutr.theurbn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/jacque-fresco.png
Biography/Description: Jacques Fresco grew up in Southern Yuktova. Since Yuktova had such a strong scientific community, he became interested in structural engineering, physiology, environmental sciences, sociology, and other fields. Jacques was often curious as a child, and questioned things like God, the accepted cultural values of human society, the free market, and other things. Later in his life, he founded the Technocracy Now Movement, which mainly focused on applying the scientific method to government, and society itself. He did not run for political office, calling politics broken and vastly corrupt with money bribery, corporations influencing politicians, ect. His movement gained widespread support, and transformed Yuktova into a Technocracy based off of helping all of humanity using science. Jacques went to the Zone to talk about the Technocracy Now Movement, trying to spread science and help to everyone and anyone...
Personal Items being Taken: Paper, pencils, drawings, hearing aid, batteries, glasses
Equipment being Taken: .38 Revolver, GPS, knife, cell phone

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Nation Name: Yuktova
Nation Tech Level: PMT
What is your timezone: US Eastcoast (GTP-5?)
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

https://dragcave.net/user/Bellumsaur13 · by **Saurisisia** » Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:45 pm

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Name: Diana Foster
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 7'5
Weight: 385 lbs
Medical Conditions: She's diagnosed with Autism
Species / Race: Utahraptor Sapiens
Skills: Demolitions expert, skilled survivalist, adept at close-quarters combat
Picture: What Diana somewhat looks like
Biography/Description: Hailing from a remote town on the world of Mesozoica, Diana was taught by her father how to survive in the wilderness. At the age of 15, she was fined 150 Dino Dollars for blowing up a portion of her school with improvised explosives (no one was hurt, though). This helped spark her interest in explosives and demolitions. At age 18, she joined the Saurisian Army and was assigned to a platoon of engineers where she earned a reputation for her skills with explosives and her love of, in her words, "blowin' shit up". During the Second Nazi Dinosaur War, she managed to destroy an entire battery of artillery that had been bombarding Saurisian ground forces for weeks. During the war, however, she was wounded in the left leg and hospitalized. Diana retired from the Army after her leg healed, gaining a job as a mechanic, though she didn't find it as fun as blowing things up with explosives. The Raptoress went to the Zone as she saw it as an opportunity for her to do what she does best: blow shit up.
Personal Items being Taken: Lighter, flashlight
Equipment being Taken: Stg-44, M1911, 2 Mk 2 grenades, radio

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Nation Name: The United Dinosaur States of Saurisisia
Nation Tech Level: FT
What is your timezone: Pacific Time
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

by **Legital** » Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:09 pm

*Apologies about the full bold

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Name: Felix Amsel
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8'
Weight: 132 lb
Medical Conditions: The physical weakness associated with all Rims
Species / Race: Rim, pale white skin
Skills: Trained in survival first aid, good marksman. If being fast and quiet while moving is a skill, add that in.
Picture: Hair is grey, not what is pictured. Also he lacks the jewel and magical aurora.

Biography/Description: Felix was born in a small town in southern Legital where the mountains were high and the woods were thick. In his youth he was an avid hunter. All day and night he hunted and camped out. He eventually moved away to attend school, and once he graduated he took a few specialized classes. He took survival and first aid classes, along with some improved hunting classes. At age 20 he joined the Civil Protection as an outlands patrolman for a short time. He may not have seen a lot of action, but he did get excellent time to hunt and stalk wild animals in the lush forests.

Combined with his training in his youth and time spent after school, he has become a master huntsman and survivalist. Still very young for a Rim, he left two years after the Civil Protection to leave for the Zone. He has heard news of two other Rims to travel to the Zone, but he seems like the only one crazy enough at the time to go there. He does not have a clear mission, he justs wants the experience.

Personal Items being Taken: Two hundred credits
Equipment being Taken: Same clothing as he has in the picture above. He will also have a Rucksack full of his little survival gear(first aid kit, flashlight, small cup, flint, etc.). A small face wrap, similar to a scarf. SVU with a couple of magazines and a medium sized knife.

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Nation Name: Legital
Nation Tech Level: PMT-FT
What is your timezone: USA-Eastern
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Sure

by **Goldsaver** » Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:02 pm

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Name: Padon Honos
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 190
Medical Conditions: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, various other Anxiety Disorders
Species / Race: Human, Mixed
Skills: Small Arms Marksmanship, Close Quarter Combat, Identifying Hostile Intent
Picture: N/A
Biography/Description:
Born to a family of refugees, escaped slaves, Padon was a large boy. His family, through great hardship, managed to keep him nourished until they found sanctuary in the Republic of Goldsaver; before they made it, his father was killed in a fire-fight. Growing up around a large family, all those fleeing persecution, Padon was ingrained with a deep, deep hatred for all those responsible for what had happen to his family. The Slaver, first and foremost.
As he grew into adulthood, he went to college, receiving a double major in psychology and sociology. It was at this point his mental problems began to come to the open; he had severe issues with anxiety, which he began to take medication for; after several months of medication, he was declared safe to work while on it. After he got his major, he was recruited into the military; into the Republic Counter-Insurgency Force.
In RCIF, Padon received absolutely vigorous marksmanship training; RCIF training revolved around one central idea: That collateral damage, civilian or otherwise, is absolutely intolerable. Precision with all varieties of small arms was hammered in. Training was brutal. Those who missed the mark went through an absolutely brutal physical regime. And of course, everyone missed in training at one point or another; those who just couldn't shoot straight were removed, and it moved into the second phase of training. This training was even worse, teaching its recruits the reality of counter-insurgency; simulated IEDs, ambushes, all could occur at any moment. The recruits were tasked with being on watch at all times. They were given rifles with non-lethal ammunition. The various trainers had decided before hand who would be the designated "terrorist" who would plant the simulated IEDs and ambush the recruits throughout the training; there were a dozen of "terrorists" between hundreds of trainers from every branch. If the recruits could eliminate all twelve without hitting any of the others, this training would be over. If they hit a non-terrorist, the training started over and the recruits got a particularly brutal physical regime to boot. Every day, they were on watch; it took three months, but the recruits learned the skills as to how to pick out the one guy who wants you dead in the crowd of dozens. Padon stood out as an expert among his class, eliminating six of the twelve terrorists; he already had the skills to identify those with hostile intent, this simply gave him a practical outlet for those skills. Finishing the rest of his training fairly easily, he went onto active-duty RCIF. The training broke down a man and rebuilt him with the skills needed forever ingrained on the man's soul. Padon would never forget it.
He did his duty in RCIF; not much more or less could be said. He hit his target, and never hit the wrong target. He eliminated insurgents without hesitation. He was loyal to the Republic that had guarded him since he was young, and was always a decent acting-person. Generally, he was a normal RCIF operative, except for one specific operation which catapulted him into the eye-sight of the Republic's top brass. He was stationed on the homeland, not at any campaign, when a call came in. A human trafficking ring had come into notice, and it seemed they were about to leave the country; the Rangers had no units stationed nearby, so it was on RCIF. When Padon heard of the situation, he volunteered to work on it; the Slaver, the swine that had driven his family away and killed his father, they must perish. He was selected to lead the operation, and they were sent out. Padon maintained absolute radio silence during the entire operation. His commanders had no idea what had happened until he called half an hour later. The slavers were all dead. The slaves were all debriefed and freed. Sixty human traffickers were killed, not sent running, not forced to surrender, killed to the last man, by a squad of five soldiers. Padon has become a shine in the eye of the top brass, and he was selected to be a leader of a newly forming corps; the Raiders.
The Raiders, the Republic's answer to sea-born slave trafficking. A group of the hardiest seamen and soldiers the Republic had to offer. Pirates, some slavers would call them. They did not hoist their flags so they may attack any slaver ship without risking the Republic. And Padon, for his fanatical anti-slavery, was chosen to be the leader of the first unit of raiders.
Padon was a successful commander, seizing several slaver vessels. He led his men into the fray, putting the slaver to the sword, freeing slaves, and taking any other cargo for their own personal wealth, divided equally among the crew. Indeed, it was entirely accurate to call them modern pirates. All went well, until one unfortunate operation.
It seemed simple, a Slaver vessel, owned by a large human trafficking ring. They were large in number and well armed, but the Republic's superior equipment and training should of won the day. Padon led a charge onto the boat, killing the outer deck guards. As they entered into the lower deck, Padon charged deep into the deck, and then one of the men turned his rifle on his compatriots. A traitor. Padon cleared that deck quickly, single-handily, before he noticed his comrade in arms were not with him; he ran back, and saw the
dead and dying remains of his men. The traitor had went to the lower deck, where he and the rest of the slavers had readied themselves, confident in the fact they could eliminate the commander themselves. Only one was not killed instantly, and Padon knelt down to him. His compatriot took out a combat knife, with the latin word Libertas carved into the handle, to his commander. He weakly uttered the name of the traitor, before he perished. Padon felt strongly the feeling of loss, and rage. He went into a rage induced blackout, having no control of his actions as he went into an almost primal rage; he had little awareness of what he was doing until he found himself, knife at the ready, standing over the traitor, both of them drenched in blood. He took a moment to observe; bodies were strewn apart, brutally killed; the insides of the human body now made the floors slick. He had killed every single Slaver, and now the fate of the traitor rested in his hands. He put the knife to the traitor's face, and sliced off the skin. Hearing the traitor's scream of pain, he continued to slash. He flayed the traitor alive, not stopping until the screams stopped. It was the first, and only, time he had taken any real joy in killing. He had avenged his dead brothers, and given him a traitor's death. But it brought another mental issue to the forefront. After that day, he was struck by nightmares of his fallen brothers. He requested, and was granted, honorable discharge so as to possibly recover from that day. But his medication no longer had an effect on him. Everyday, he lived in fear, and guilt, of reliving that event over and over again. It was soon clear to him he could not live the life of civilian, with the heart full of guilt and fear he had, and the outbursts he now had often.
He became a solider of fortune, working for who would pay, only accepting contracts from those he deemed moral. His heart full of guilty, and his mind full of anxiety and worry, he went to the one place where he could find release. The battlefield. His training had done well; all thoughts cleared except him and his target. The only time he found release was in the blood and steel of war. His heart full of guilt, looking to redeem himself through warfare, he began to wander the earth, seeking release in battle and even death. Aiding the weak, making them know how to fight for their freedoms. Doing what bit of good he could do before he could finally die a glourious death, free of the shame and guilt he has from the death of his compatriots, and possibly even joining his friends in the after-life.
Padon is a tall, muscular man. He has dark hair, tan, scarred skin. He is hardened, almost cynical, but he usually does what he believes is right. He takes little joy in killing, but when a foe does something that turns them from a simple, ordinary foe into something worse, be it the Slaver or anyone who harms the innocent, he will kill them without mercy or remorse. He is fanatical in the beliefs he holds, and he is not afraid to fight. When not in battle, he suffers from anxiety and reliving that tragic event. He has come to the Zone as a mercenary, looking to fight for whoever will pay in a land mostly free of innocents. He wants to do his one piece of good before he finally dies. He is usually friendly, masking his severe problems when not in combat.
Personal Items being Taken:
Flashlight, light body armor, a book of various military tactics he complied himself, large satchel to carry all he needs, small amount of money, small games.
Equipment being Taken:
SCAR-H Assault Rifle, PDA, Combat Knife

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Nation Name: The Social Democratic Republic of Goldsaver
Nation Tech Level: MT
What is your timezone: CST
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

by **Ruskarkand** » Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:32 pm

Oh, that reminds me: I would strongly encourage those whom have registered and those interested to visit our IRC every now and then for all sorts of various updates and news, as well as having the chance to get your questions answered straight away by one of the moderators.
Who knows, frequent it enough and you might actually catch me at a moment when I begin to spill out some of the plot and various details that will be included in the RP, of course; it won't be too much to spoil things.
You can find the IRC at http://esper.net/publicirc.php
Just enter #ZoneOfExcursion into the channel box, and enter a valid nickname in the nickname box (Your nation's name would be preferred)
It's a friendly atmosphere, so feel free to come on down to chat about anything, be it about the Zone of Excursion or not.

Also, another update; I have a few things planned for the time ahead, including temporarily releasing the thread with a restricted area in effect, to allow you to develop your characters nice and early.

by **Gmodia** » Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:03 pm

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Name: Anthony Freeman
Age: Twenty Three
Gender: Male
Height:6'3
Weight:247 pounds
Medical Conditions:none
Species / Race: Human, Caucasian
Skills: Some Military training, Hunting, repairing and various other survival skills.
Picture: Please see name
Biography/Description:

Anthony Freeman is Gordon Freeman's brother from the southern half of old Gmodia, when his brother Gordon started the hole mess with the government and multiverse things went bad for him quick, so how did he end up in this situation?

When he was nothing but a lad, his father focused all survival skills like hunting and first aid to Anthony as Gordon was always using the computer devices. His father taught him how to hunt a wild mutant and fish in the clean lakes. He learned to swim at a young age and he was trained in CPR while Gordon learned advanced physics, both times at the age of 12.

Anthony Joined the Armed Forces for two years learning basic training, he left to the militia where he had a scheduled training regime with his old drill instructor. Everything the Gmodian Military knew he was being taught, he would have learned it all due to his dedication if his drill instructor didn't die because of a heart attack.

When the President (Wallace Breen) announced the formation of the Universal Union, he was drafted to fight in many parts of the world in which, the war was nothing but seven hours but he left as was charged with Leaving the Military (LM.)

Currently he is a rebel fighting the oppressive regime with everything he has in hopes to gain his people the United States of Gmodia, they once knew. However on a assault on a Citadel Zone, He was thrown through a portal generated by the military which sent him to a new dimension.
Personal Items being Taken:First aid kit, a wrench
Equipment being Taken:Pulse Rifle (low ammo), a .357 Magnum, a MP-7 and a SOCS-13 (Shotgun.) however he won't be able to carry it all, he only hopes to find allies and quick. Oh and a Wasp knife

two places for back for rifle and shotgun, hip for side arm and smg and belt for wasp knife

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Nation Name: The Universal Union (of Gmodia)
Nation Tech Level:FT
What is your timezone:EST
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?:no

by **Ruskarkand** » Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:51 pm

All applications are eligible to be Accepted.

I'll make a roster and slap your names onto it later on, but for now: I have a message.

I am personally going to bestow all of you the option now to give yourself whatever damn gun you want, because you are jumping feet first into a land where people are going to have some pretty good weapons to kick, straight off of the bat.

As I type this message, the prequel to the ZOE3 is being made in the tab, keep your heads up and it will be up sooner than you know it. The Prequel is merely a way for you to develop your characters and get to know each other, it will feature no such measures like combat or treasure hunting like the Zone normally does since it's a prequel. It's strictly Character RP.

You don't have to join in and use it, it's just there if you do want to use it, a little portion of the atmosphere to come.

by **Legital** » Mon Feb 06, 2012 5:19 pm

Just to get it out there I will be switching my other main weapon out for a AS-50 sniper rifle with a few magazines.

by **Gmodia** » Mon Feb 06, 2012 6:19 pm

OSIPR fully loaded with back ups it is.

by **The New Velociraptor Empire** » Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:35 pm

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Name: Alphonse "Al" Stroud
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 200 lbs.
Medical Conditions: N/A
Species / Race: Velociraptor antirrhopus
Skills: Compulsory Military Training, Some Engineering Training
Picture:

Biography/Description: He is clever, sophisticated, & cultured, but he is also ruthless & systematic.

Born on the island of Isla Pena of The New Velociraptor Empire, Stroud became involved with mafia activity at a young age after being expelled from the military at age 7. In his early teens, he moved to Ingenville to take advantage of a new opportunity to make money smuggling illegal drugs into the city. He also engaged in various other criminal activities, including bribery of government figures and armed robbery. By 18 he managed to become a mafia crime boss. Despite his illegitimate occupation, Stroud became a highly visible public figure. He made donations to various charitable endeavors using the money he made from his activities, and is viewed by many to be a "modern-day Robin Hood".

Stroud was publicly criticized for his supposed involvement in the Raptormas Massacre, when seven rival mafia members were executed. Stroud was convicted on false charges of mammal sympathizing, and sentenced to imprisonment. His incarceration was a term at Isla Nublar prison. However the boat transporting him to the island was hijacked be the mafia, allowing him to flee the country. Ever since then he has been seeking asylum in foreign countries.
Personal Items being Taken: satchel, cooler, safari vest, welding googles
Equipment being Taken: Colt Anaconda, AK-47, 2 Uzis, M72 LAW, Mk 2 grenades, Duct Tape, WD-40, Locking Pliers, Standard Screwdriver, Floss

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Nation Name: The New Velociraptor Empire
Nation Tech Level: Modern Tech
What is your timezone: Mountian Standard Time
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

by **Ruskarkand** » Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:21 pm

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Velociraptor Empire's application.

Welcome to the ZOE, I might strongly advise that you check in at the IRC sometime. Glad to have you aboard.

by **Ruskarkand** » Tue Feb 07, 2012 6:46 pm

Prologue has been put up. You can find the thread here.
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=163755

If you are going to post, know these two terms.
-This is purely for character development, there will be little to no combat, treasure hunting or exploration whatsoever throughout the whole thing, not until the Prologue is over.
-You are restricted to only stay in the Rostov area. You will be starting off in the 100RADS bar, which is generally your average pub of inn. It is complete with a bunk room, which you should start off in with waking up.

by **UEG-America** » Wed Feb 08, 2012 4:56 pm

Okay, I decided that I might be able to RP in this and follow guidelines and all, Gmodia might not have time but I defiantly do so I was wondering something. Could I RP as a Government experiment ? even if it will be a huge target I always wanted to try it out first before I go further into something more compact and human shaped.

by **The UEG-Space Command** » Tue Feb 14, 2012 3:43 pm

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Name: Winston Rhineland
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200lbs
Medical Conditions:none
Species / Race: Britannian, Human
Skills: Demolition, Long Range Combat and Close Combat (standard)
Picture: In Clothes
Biography/Description:

Winston Rhineland is a member of the currently UN controlled Task Force 141. He joined from the old British nations SAS, currently now a Britannian citizen. In Task Force 141 he is responsible for many missions being a success thanks to his work in Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, The Congo and many other countries in waring revolutions and dangerous rule. His team was recently sent to Pripyat to investigate a terrorist organization cell, he got loss in the impending fire fight and the last thing he saw was a strange object starting to glow, before he can get away a female figure in a gas mask and a trench coat pushes him side where he ends up in area.
Personal Items being Taken: Picture of Wife and Kids, voice recorder.
Equipment being Taken:

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Nation Name: The UEG-Space Command (RP as Earth Empire)
Nation Tech Level:FT (in this case, P/MT)
What is your timezone:EST
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: no thank you

by **Ruskarkand** » Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:00 pm

The UEG-Space Command wrote:UEG-Space Command's Application

Added to the roster, feel free to use the Prequel thread.

by **Bajireyn** » Mon Feb 20, 2012 4:49 pm

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Name: John Anderson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 5''
Weight: 205lbs
Medical Conditions: none
Species / Race: Human,Caucasian
Skills: Lockpicking , Long range combat and survival
Picture: Here
Biography/Description:
John was a ranger stationed aboard the BSNC Daedalus headed for Eden II when the ships slipspace drive malfunctioned and he was caught in the
slipspace rupture along with the rest of his squad and some supplies. However he was the only survivor in the entire squad,as his comrades were lost in the rupture or died before they got out of the anomaly. He only recently re-entered reality. Now all he wants to do is find some way to get back home.
Personal Items being Taken: A recording device , 500 Cr , a malfunctioning smart-phone and an engraved lighter
Equipment being Taken:
- A shortened CARB rifle with a holographic sight and four magazines (320 rounds)
- A .50 handgun (M6G) with three magazines (21 rounds)
- A 15 inch combat knife
- Two Fragmentation grenades
- A survival kit
- A Geiger counter

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Nation Name: Bajireyn
Nation Tech Level: Future tech
What is your timezone: EST
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

by **Ruskarkand** » Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:31 pm

Bajireyn wrote:Bajireyn's application.

Your application checks out fine, feel free to use our IC prequel thread.

by **Monfrox** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 11:40 am

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Name: Mikhail Andreyevitch Loskov
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Medical Conditions: Subdermal Implant gives slightly heightened senses as well as a hands-free comm device.
Species / Race: Human/Caucasian.
Skills: Stealth specialties, Advanced interrogation techniques and hand-to-hand combat.
Picture:

Biography/Description: Mikhail never did like to blend into society. Never liked being 'ordinary' or 'average' like most people. He joined the military early on in his adult life and worked his way up the ranks. After his tour, he came home to find that something was still missing. He left again, but this time he joined a private military corporation. There, he was put through rigorous training to transform him from veteran soldier, to lethal operative. His training prepared him for the most difficult situations. But after a small 'incident' during a contracted mission, he was stranded in the zone with no contact other than his handler who keeps an eye out for him. He now roams across the stretches, gathering anything he can find and remaining as hidden as possible.
Personal Items being Taken: Acoustic guitar, Metal flask, pre-war dog tags.
Equipment being Taken: Sonar goggles (his eyepiece), Keating Hornet Knife, FN Five-Seven silenced with RDS and Laser sight, SR-25 SD Silenced with a high-powered scope with night vision, tactical vest stores most gear and equipment including: Frag and Flash grenades along with Remote detonation Sticky Cameras (thrown) for scouting out rooms and other such dangerous places. A Portable EMP Device (not a back pack) that he carries can also have some stun effects if detonated too close to a target, allowing for a window of escape.

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Nation Name: Monfrox
Nation Tech Level: Modern Tech
What is your timezone: EST
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

by **Ruskarkand** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 3:29 pm

Monfrox wrote:MonFrox's Application

Please join the IRC before you post. If you are having trouble, just contact me.

by **Monfrox** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 3:33 pm

Ruskarkand wrote:
Monfrox wrote:MonFrox's Application

Please join the IRC before you post. If you are having trouble, just contact me.

Why thank you.

by **Dragonellis** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:54 pm

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Name: Kyra Pasternack
Age: 90 years old
Gender: Female.
Height: 7' 8''
Weight: 190 Kilograms / 418 Pounds
Medical Conditions: N/A
Species / Race: Dragonkinian - Dragon
Skills: Skilled Philosopher, basic survival knowledge, skilled at flying, has some experience with the zone.
Picture: N/A
Biography/Description: Kyra Pasternack was born in Dragonellis, the sister nation of Ruskarkand. She is an ex-resident of the hamlet 'Borchevaskov'. She was raised in a family of four. She had her mother, a young Dragoon who was somewhat abusive, and her father, a rather world-weary Dragon who cared deeply for Kyra and her younger sister. At a later time in her life, she left the comfort of her home and sought further education, she had always been interested in the many, various histories of areas. She was a keen reader, although she was stunted with bad vision, for her far-sighted condition had been the bane of her for years. Treatment was always too expensive for their somewhat poor family, so she had to make do with glasses.

After a strong 89 years of gracing the world, she had grown tired of the laws and the systems of her democratic nation, she wanted to pursue her dreams of knowledge where she could potentially be uninterrupted, where she could learn more and more, knowledge of which nobody else knew.. That was when she learned of the Zone, an extremely large site which, as rumor had it, had documents buried within it's borders that dated back thousands of years, so much potential knowledge. It ignited a burning passion within her, as day after day flew by, she grew more and more eager to learn.. but what there was to learn was unknown to her. Sooner or later, she snapped.. she just knew that she had to find out.

She had arrived to the zone after a long trek, and found out that the potential knowledge had long burned away in the presence of the anarchy that was stirring amongst the godforsaken lands. A will to find knowledge turned into a will to survive, and alongside her wish, the Dragoness learned the skills needed to survive in the zone, eventually reaching the milestone of surviving a whole year inside the Zone.

Kyra Pasternack is a Female Dragoness, stood at seven foot eight. Her scales are generally red in color, whilst her underbelly is a rich, orange color. The Dragoness has bright, yellow eyes and has a generally slender body, although this trait is covered by the thick trenchcoat that she commonly wears. She usually keeps her scales in fine condition, washing them often in order to maintain her appearance.
Personal Items being Taken: Diary, PDA, Clothes (Pilotka, Officer's Trenchcoat, hood and balaclava, GP-5-DRG gasmask), Rain coat, Pencil, Pen, Eraser, Sketch pad, Spare Clothes, Sewing kit.
Equipment being Taken: Heavily Modified PPS-43 chambered in .44 magnum, with 5 spare magazines. PB/6P9 pistol with 3 spare magazines. Food Canteen with utensils, flint and steel, Water Canteen, Bubble artifact, Medical Kit and Bandages.

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Nation Name: Dragonellis
Nation Tech Level: MT/PMT
What is your timezone: GMT
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: ...If you must, given the circumstances.

by **Ruskarkand** » Thu Feb 23, 2012 4:46 pm

Dragonellis wrote:Dragonellis' Application

Feel free to post on the IC thread now, just visit the IRC more often, please :3

by **The Geth Commonwealth** » Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:35 pm

Tag. APP will be up later, we have have to come to a consensus.

by **Legital** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:53 pm

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Name: (Colonel) Clint Schaeffer
Age: 162
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3'
Weight: 186
Medical Conditions: Robotic left hand,few scars among his face, but other than that no medical conditions.
Species / Race: Rim.
Skills: Natural Leader, Sword fighter, Strong Nerves(if that could be considered)
Picture:

Biography/Description: Clint has been in the service for as long as he can remember. He never remembered his childhood, just his service to the Rim Emperor. When he joined, he entered as a decorated Corporal; highly disciplined and looked up too. At the time he was deployed, with still no experience, Legital was currently in a harsh war with natives of a planet that they planned to colonize. Young and naive, he went headstrong into the action. It wasn't until a week after he reached the colony planet that he saw his first action. In a damp, poorly constructed trench, the first attack came. Things went well in the beginning, until the trench was overwhelmed. Schaeffer watched everyone he knew die, ripped to shreds by the natives deadly claws. In the process of saving a fellow Rim, one of the natives snapped his arm off at the elbow. Going into shock, he fell back into the mud and passed out, with his last thoughts thinking this was the end for him.

But he awoke hours later at a field hospital. The Rim he tried to save killed the native that attacked Schaeffer and carried him back to the field hospital before collapsing and dieing. Schaeffer was in ruins. He seemed to be recovering until he heard that the reason the trench was overwhelmed was because of lack of discipline on the machine gunners parts; they did not have their guns properly kept, nor did they have proper training. This enraged Schaeffer, but on the outside he seemed cool as ever. Years into his service, he enrolled into the newly created branch of the military: Commissarits. These commissars provided moral and discipline to troops in combat, and made sure the Imperial doctrine was enforced.

He continued as a Commissar, fighting in many theaters of war until he was brought up by a military council. He was too create a team of exceptional Rims and non-Rims for a very dangerous, yet important mission. After reading over the given data, he traveled to the Zone to see if he could recruit anyone to aid him and his government.
Personal Items being Taken: 11th Infantry regimental color (Small flag)
Equipment being Taken: Power Sword, 44 Magnum, ammunition, PDA, handkerchief, combat knife, canteen of water and small flask of alcohol,

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Nation Name: Legital
Nation Tech Level: PMT-FT
What is your timezone: USA-East
Do you wish to be contacted regarding updates to this thread?: Yes

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