OUTBREAK (Survival, Reboot) - OOC / Hiatus

[Ubaria]

Bei, could you throw a little bit of action in mine and KFL's direction? Making our way to a nearby car dealership and could do with a few infected or something.

Also who's the Edmund dude at Echelon Apartments?

[Falangian Europe]

Expect an Application later today or tonight, my Interest has been confirmed.

[Beiarusia]

Bei, could you throw a little bit of action in mine and KFL's direction? Making our way to a nearby car dealership and could do with a few infected or something.

Also who's the Edmund dude at Echelon Apartments?

I'll see to it tonight. I'll also check the roster.

[Falangian Europe]

Name: Douglass Fairchild
Nationality: United States of America
Ethnicity: African American
Age/DOB: 32 (April 23rd, 1983)
Pic/Description: Douglass is a quite medium weight man who weighs around 205lbs and is 6'0 in height. He has a scar that is somewhat darkened across his left eye from a bar fight when he was 25
Occupation: Before the virus, Douglass was a hard working, middle class man working in a steel mill on the south side of Chicago providing for his now separated and or deceased family.
Immunity: None

Equipment:
[*]A somewhat large camping backpack
[*]A large, Purple polo shirt
[*]A pair of Jeans, somewhat rugged
[*]A hammer
[*]A canteen with his name engraved on the back (Half filled with purified water
[*]Steel toe boots
[*]3 Granola bars
Skills: During his time before the infection, Douglass associated himself with cooking as a natural born expert. (Can cook meals that are long lasting and satisfying) He also enjoyed a variety of smithing, and frequently made medieval style toys for his eldest son to play with (Can make somewhat well fashioned metal equipment if given time). While he did take a hunting test and passed with a mostly good score, he never found time to go hunting because of work and family. (Knows a little about firearms, but has never handled one outside of a hunting rifle)
Weakness: Although he is naturally strong, he can’t stand the sight of someone suffering. He also hates heights with a passion, and will only climb upwards if he is in a life threatening situation or if its been proven to be safe. There can be some instances in where he will wake up from sleep and reach for the nearest weapon and attack before regaining self control. This was due to a close call in which a man almost shot him in the head for accidentally injuring him.

Personality: Douglass has a slightly colorful personality, and enjoys the smaller things in life. While making sure he can help himself first, he will try his best to help others in need.
Likes: Douglass likes to cook, build equipment, and play football. He also enjoyed reading the newspaper front to back on Sunday mornings before the virus outbreak.
Dislikes: Douglass hates spiders, childish music, and people who don’t return respect when it is given to them by him.
Fears: Douglass has an irrational and permanent fear that someone will come for him and kill him when he isn’t aware. Aside from that, he dislikes spiders and refuses to kill an animal unless it’s for food. (Except the Mutts)

Bio: Douglass lived a fairly nice upbringing, and generally was a good kid that stayed out of trouble. He made fairly decent grades, and by 17 he graduated high school. When he turned 18, his life hit rock bottom. His mother, Maudie, had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctors told her her life expectancy was only 1-2 months, because it was Stage IV when she found out. He began to drink, heavily. He used all of his mothers money on beer and liquor to try and drown out the sorrows he had suffered. When his mother found out, she told him simply words he would never forget. “You won’t live long in this world like this, my time has come but your’s ain’t!” she would had told him with a slight chuckle of seriousness. She passed two days after that, and Douglass braved through it, knowing and understanding he had to be strong.

He would later on get a steady job as a steel mill worker to help provide for his younger brother, who was only 9. Little did he know at that time, his job would become a life passion and career choice to stick with. When the great recession of 2008 hit, he once again was out of work for a good while. Saving his money up in a small stash under a picture of him and his mother, he would take a small amount of it, and live life a little. He went out to a bar one night and met a lady named Maria. She was the finest woman Douglass laid eyes upon. He would later marry her, and proceed to have a child with her, a son named Rickey. Rickey grew up and older, alongside Douglass and Maria, and turned 7 before they even knew what had happened. A couple of months passed, and he was readmitted to his old job in the steel mill, and some of the workers from his day that managed to stay around greeted him with cheers of joy and reunion. Later after a few weeks, his life was effectively ruined. Pushed into a quarantine after the initial breakdown of society, he was separated from his family. Now it is the present day, and Douglass roams alone, like that of a ghost that always slept somberly.

RP Examples: None, refer to Bio

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[Imperial Idaho]

Those coding errors tho.

[Anowa]

Name: Douglass Fairchild
Nationality: United States of America
Ethnicity: African American
Age/DOB: 32 (April 23rd, 1983)
Pic/Description: Douglass is a quite medium weight man who weighs around 205lbs and is 5’12 in height. He has a scar that is somewhat darkened across his left eye from a bar fight when he was 25
Occupation: Before the virus, Douglass was a hard working, middle class man working in a steel mill on the south side of Chicago providing for his now separated and or deceased family.
Immunity: None

Equipment:
[*]A somewhat large camping backpack
[*]A large, Purple polo shirt
[*]A pair of Jeans, somewhat rugged
[*]A hammer
[*]A canteen with his name engraved on the back (Half filled with purified water
[*]Steel toe boots
[*]3 Granola bars
Skills: During his time before the infection, Douglass associated himself with cooking as a natural born expert. (Can cook meals that are long lasting and satisfying) He also enjoyed a variety of smithing, and frequently made medieval style toys for his eldest son to play with (Can make somewhat well fashioned metal equipment if given time). While he did take a hunting test and passed with a mostly good score, he never found time to go hunting because of work and family. (Knows a little about firearms, but has never handled one outside of a hunting rifle)
Weakness: Although he is naturally strong, he can’t stand the sight of someone suffering. He also hates heights with a passion, and will only climb upwards if he is in a life threatening situation or if its been proven to be safe. There can be some instances in where he will wake up from sleep and reach for the nearest weapon and attack before regaining self control. This was due to a close call in which a man almost shot him in the head for accidentally injuring him.

Personality: Douglass has a slightly colorful personality, and enjoys the smaller things in life. While making sure he can help himself first, he will try his best to help others in need.
Likes: Douglass likes to cook, build equipment, and play football. He also enjoyed reading the newspaper front to back on Sunday mornings before the virus outbreak.
Dislikes: Douglass hates spiders, childish music, and people who don’t return respect when it is given to them by him.
Fears: Douglass has an irrational and permanent fear that someone will come for him and kill him when he isn’t aware. Aside from that, he dislikes spiders and refuses to kill an animal unless it’s for food. (Except the Mutts)

Bio: Douglass lived a fairly nice upbringing, and generally was a good kid that stayed out of trouble. He made fairly decent grades, and by 17 he graduated high school. When he turned 18, his life hit rock bottom. His mother, Maudie, had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctors told her her life expectancy was only 1-2 months, because it was Stage IV when she found out. He began to drink, heavily. He used all of his mothers money on beer and liquor to try and drown out the sorrows he had suffered. When his mother found out, she told him simply words he would never forget. “You won’t live long in this world like this, my time has come but your’s ain’t!” she would had told him with a slight chuckle of seriousness. She passed two days after that, and Douglass braved through it, knowing and understanding he had to be strong.

He would later on get a steady job as a steel mill worker to help provide for his younger brother, who was only 9. Little did he know at that time, his job would become a life passion and career choice to stick with. When the great recession of 2008 hit, he once again was out of work for a good while. Saving his money up in a small stash under a picture of him and his mother, he would take a small amount of it, and live life a little. He went out to a bar one night and met a lady named Maria. She was the finest woman Douglass laid eyes upon. He would later marry her, and proceed to have a child with her, a son named Rickey. Rickey grew up and older, alongside Douglass and Maria, and turned 7 before they even knew what had happened. A couple of months passed, and he was readmitted to his old job in the steel mill, and some of the workers from his day that managed to stay around greeted him with cheers of joy and reunion. Later after a few weeks, his life was effectively ruined. Pushed into a quarantine after the initial breakdown of society, he was separated from his family. Now it is the present day, and Douglass roams alone, like that of a ghost that always slept somberly.

RP Examples: None, refer to Bio

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5'12"... that's 6'0", there's only 12 inches to a foot.

[Falangian Europe]

~snip~

5'12"... that's 6'0", there's only 12 inches to a foot.[/quote]
Honest mistake
my bad

[Altito Asmoro]

Name: Douglass Fairchild
Nationality: United States of America
Ethnicity: African American
Age/DOB: 32 (April 23rd, 1983)
Pic/Description: Douglass is a quite medium weight man who weighs around 205lbs and is 6'0 in height. He has a scar that is somewhat darkened across his left eye from a bar fight when he was 25
Occupation: Before the virus, Douglass was a hard working, middle class man working in a steel mill on the south side of Chicago providing for his now separated and or deceased family.
Immunity: None

Equipment:
[*]A somewhat large camping backpack
[*]A large, Purple polo shirt
[*]A pair of Jeans, somewhat rugged
[*]A hammer
[*]A canteen with his name engraved on the back (Half filled with purified water
[*]Steel toe boots
[*]3 Granola bars
Skills: During his time before the infection, Douglass associated himself with cooking as a natural born expert. (Can cook meals that are long lasting and satisfying) He also enjoyed a variety of smithing, and frequently made medieval style toys for his eldest son to play with (Can make somewhat well fashioned metal equipment if given time). While he did take a hunting test and passed with a mostly good score, he never found time to go hunting because of work and family. (Knows a little about firearms, but has never handled one outside of a hunting rifle)
Weakness: Although he is naturally strong, he can’t stand the sight of someone suffering. He also hates heights with a passion, and will only climb upwards if he is in a life threatening situation or if its been proven to be safe. There can be some instances in where he will wake up from sleep and reach for the nearest weapon and attack before regaining self control. This was due to a close call in which a man almost shot him in the head for accidentally injuring him.

Personality: Douglass has a slightly colorful personality, and enjoys the smaller things in life. While making sure he can help himself first, he will try his best to help others in need.
Likes: Douglass likes to cook, build equipment, and play football. He also enjoyed reading the newspaper front to back on Sunday mornings before the virus outbreak.
Dislikes: Douglass hates spiders, childish music, and people who don’t return respect when it is given to them by him.
Fears: Douglass has an irrational and permanent fear that someone will come for him and kill him when he isn’t aware. Aside from that, he dislikes spiders and refuses to kill an animal unless it’s for food. (Except the Mutts)

Bio: Douglass lived a fairly nice upbringing, and generally was a good kid that stayed out of trouble. He made fairly decent grades, and by 17 he graduated high school. When he turned 18, his life hit rock bottom. His mother, Maudie, had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctors told her her life expectancy was only 1-2 months, because it was Stage IV when she found out. He began to drink, heavily. He used all of his mothers money on beer and liquor to try and drown out the sorrows he had suffered. When his mother found out, she told him simply words he would never forget. “You won’t live long in this world like this, my time has come but your’s ain’t!” she would had told him with a slight chuckle of seriousness. She passed two days after that, and Douglass braved through it, knowing and understanding he had to be strong.

He would later on get a steady job as a steel mill worker to help provide for his younger brother, who was only 9. Little did he know at that time, his job would become a life passion and career choice to <script id="gpt-impl-0.6295664340723306" src="https://securepubads.g.doubleclick.net/gpt/pubads_impl_110.js"></script>stick with. When the great recession of 2008 hit, he once again was out of work for a good while. Saving his money up in a small stash under a picture of him and his mother, he would take a small amount of it, and live life a little. He went out to a bar one night and met a lady named Maria. She was the finest woman Douglass laid eyes upon. He would later marry her, and proceed to have a child with her, a son named Rickey. Rickey grew up and older, alongside Douglass and Maria, and turned 7 before they even knew what had happened. A couple of months passed, and he was readmitted to his old job in the steel mill, and some of the workers from his day that managed to stay around greeted him with cheers of joy and reunion. Later after a few weeks, his life was effectively ruined. Pushed into a quarantine after the initial breakdown of society, he was separated from his family. Now it is the present day, and Douglass roams alone, like that of a ghost that always slept somberly.

RP Examples: None, refer to Bio

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And fix the formatting, please. You don't have to bold everything, you can take the look of examples of the better formatting in the other apps.

[Falangian Europe]

Hopefully that'll be the last edit I do of the app that I'll have to do.

[Wallenburg]

New post on the way. It'll probably be up in a day or two.

[Second Helghan Empire]

I hope a second pc is okay.
Name: Liam Michael Grissom or his badge number 15
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German-Scottish descent
Age/DOB: 19 07/16/1996
Pic/Description: short Dark Brown hair, pale blue eyes with central heterochromia with light green circling his irises. He has an athletic though thin build and stands at 5'11". He has olive tanned skin with faint circles under his eyes caused by mild insomnia. A single scar is on the left side of his forehead curving up and around his brow from his eye socket, it is three inches long.
Occupation: Police Officer in training
Immunity: Immune

Equipment:P226 Sig Sauer Legion Full Sized handgun (.357)
3 empty steel magazines (12rd)
Blue CPD Emblazoned ball cap (summer style)
Short Sleeved Navy Blue Uniform Shirt
Thick Utility Pants Navy blue
Black Undershirt
Rain Slicker
Heavy Flashlight
Medium Sized black Back pack
Small Camel Pack
Six MRE's
Heavy Boots
Utility Knife (Window Smasher, Belt Cutter, Wire splicer)
Radio (rechargeable)
First Aide Kit (basic)
Emergency medical guide book (used in dispatching medical calls to guide caller through medical procedures)
1 pair of black shield sunglasses
1 holster on web belt for typical gear

Skills: Excellent communication and cooperation skills, physically fit, good at calming people down, calm under immense pressure, average computer skills, basic radio repair skills, fast learner with an astounding work ethic
Weakness: poor shot, not used to hands on physical confrontation, too trusting and honest, abhors most people with any kind of criminal history, inexperienced in many situations like social or confrontational

Personality: Friendly but somewhat domineering personality, a natural leader by some accounts and an asshole by others. He is polite and cordial to everyone for the most part but very aggressive in a cool headed way. He tends to keep moving forward no matter what feeling inaction only hurts his position in situations.
Likes: helping others, being needed, staying busy, making a difference
Dislikes: criminals, fighting, not doing things, not helping someone, being ignored, failing, killing, sleeping
Fears: dying in his sleep, failing someone who relies on him, not being good enough at something, having to kill a friend

Bio: Liam has always excelled in school, he knew exactly what he wanted to do when he grew up, be police commissioner for Chicago. Little surprise to anyone that he got a job starting as a dispatcher he summer before his senior year of school. After school he spent a few months working dispatch before entering into the police academy.

Having graduated only a few months before the beginning of he accident Liam found himself learning many things from hands on that simply couldn't be taught in the academy. However as the attack on Chicago started a series of tumultuous events Liam found himself first helping in the establishment of a quarantine, then soon he found himself one of he few defenders of the main communication center in chicago. As the situation deteriorated and the majority of communications officers were unable o make it back to the center Liam was placed at a station and helped to coordinate emergency personnel around the city. He rarely slept and as officers both defending and operating radios were either killed or cracked under the pressure Liam continued on.

However after the riots wracked the city many began to abandon their positions. By the twenty second day Liam was the only remaining member of the CPD at the Communications Center. He looked for anything of use. Yet after three weeks of chaos there was no spare ammo, nearly every radio was dead and most supplies had been ransacked. It took an entire day but Liam gathered enough supplies o strike out on his own. some MRE's given to the police at the start of it all, a dead radio, a total of three rounds to bolster his last remaining magazine and as he stepped out of the door he stuffed his emergency guide book in his commandeered pack. Few would miss what undoubtedly seemed like a trivial item but in Liam's hands it could be enough to save a life.

Walking out into the city Liam was reminded of he way things were. Looting his old squad car Liam grabbed his light and some small items, his knife, buckles for his web belt, and his cap, and lastly his rain slicker. The young man realized he had no idea what to do. He lost contact with his family the ninth day, later being informed of their deaths by a fellow officer. With nowhere to go He found his way the remains of a once popular nearby bar. He crept inside and found it largely empty and looted.

Stepping in the back Liam came across two infected scrapping over a dead man, trying to quietly back up Liam skidded his boot just barely across the floor. He had to fight for his life. his first two shots went high and the next wounded one of them. Luckily Liam took them down with four more shots. He reloaded his mag, but by the time he began to search the building more infected had begun to arrive drawn by the sound of gunfire.

He killed the first three before running out of ammunition. He brained a forth with his flashlight as he fled. It took him nearly two days to fully lose his following. By that point exhausted and with little energy to keep running Liam took refuge in a small home still containing a few essentials. He has been holed up hear for the last eight days, bu now has set out again. Having learned of Echo-6 he is heading toward Washington Elementary School

RP Examples: 2nd char

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[Wallenburg]

To my great dismay
It has been a busy day
Sorry for the delay
Post is on the way

[Beiarusia]

I'll be taking care of Roster stuff and posting today.

[Flarbinia]

Name: Cerberus Dead-Eye
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 20
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Cerberus Dead-Eye was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself and his pregnant wife (who he married a week before the Outbreak).
Immunity: none

Equipment: A hatchet (for cutting firewood). A bowie knife (for skinning animals). A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing, knife fighting, and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus Dead-Eye 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), Cerberus Dead-Eye 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:Cerberus Dead-Eye is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, the man who would become Cerberus Dead-eye was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. A drunk pulled out a switchblade and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight and got his right eye gouged out for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the bartender turn into one of the infected and 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 the undead. 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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 headed for the countryside, knowing that there was no hope for survival if they stayed in the deathtrap the city would become. Cerberus Dead-Eye, desperate for sanctuary, joined a group hiding in church and began using the skills he learned during his survivalist phase to assist the group. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Dead-Eye), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Dead-Eye and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They chose to not stay in one place, moving from one area to another.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

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[Anowa]

Name: Cerberus Dead-Eye
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 20
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

Occupation: Before the outbreak, Cerberus Dead-Eye was a history professor. However, the collapse of society has forced him to become a hunter in order to feed himself and his pregnant wife (who he married a week before the Outbreak).
Immunity: none

Equipment: A hatchet (for cutting firewood). A bowie knife (for skinning animals). A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing, knife fighting, and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus Dead-Eye 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), Cerberus Dead-Eye 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:Cerberus Dead-Eye is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, the man who would become Cerberus Dead-eye was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room, but he would be fired the next day due to budget cuts. A drunk pulled out a switchblade and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight and got his right eye gouged out for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the bartender turn into one of the infected and 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 the undead. 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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 headed for the countryside, knowing that there was no hope for survival if they stayed in the deathtrap the city would become. Cerberus Dead-Eye, desperate for sanctuary, joined a group hiding in church and began using the skills he learned during his survivalist phase to assist the group. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Dead-Eye), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Dead-Eye and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They chose to not stay in one place, moving from one area to another.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

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Well, firstly, the name... What.
Secondly, the Outbreak happened over the course of a month, not a morning.
Thirdly, he'd have died from infection to to his eye being ruined by a pool cue, immune privilege of the eye and all that.
Fourthly, fetuses are not immune to the virus, meaning his wife has likely a time bomb in her stomach waiting to eat it's way out.
Fifthly 20 year old History professors don't exist.
Sixthly, a priest tried to rape a pregnant woman.... fucking what.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Cerberus Dead-Eye

DENIED. He's too young to be a history professor. Schooling alone would take roughly 8 years. Being called a Nazi implies something which you don't delve into. If he attacked (and presumably killed) the drunk during rush hour then he'd be in jail given the number of witnesses, and it wouldn't be hard to track down a now one-eyed man that would most definitely have gone to the hospital. By the time the Infected showed up (Day 9) the city had already been ravaged by riots and looting, and martial law was already in affect, so only those that absolutely needed to be out would do so. Everyone needs to be in Chicago. What's his actual name?

[Flarbinia]

Name: Cerberus Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 28
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

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

Equipment: A hatchet (for cutting firewood). A bowie knife (for skinning animals). A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing, knife fighting, and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus 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), Cerberus 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:Cerberus Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, Cerberus Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room due to how many of them got expelled for being 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. A biker who refused to leave when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a knife and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got his right eye gouged out by the switchblade wielding drunk for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charging 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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 headed for any place they could wait out the chaos, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed in the neighborhood where the riots were taking place. Cerberus Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the riots, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest who did not know that Sarah was pregnant, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Teichmüller), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They are now looking for any place where they can settle down and survive.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

[Imperial Idaho]

You don't seem to want to actually develop your character throughout the RP, just load up with a discount Daryl Dixon.

[Flarbinia]

Name: Cerberus Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 28
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

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

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals). Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus 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), Cerberus 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:Cerberus Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, Cerberus Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room due to how many of them got expelled for being 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. A biker who refused to leave when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got his right eye gouged out by the switchblade wielding drunk for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charging 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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, the hunting knife he got as a wedding present, and the crossbow he used to hunt deer and elk while on vacation. They then headed for any place they could wait out the chaos, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed in the neighborhood where the riots were taking place. Cerberus Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the riots, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest who did not know that Sarah was pregnant, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Teichmüller), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They are now looking for any place where they can settle down and survive.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

[Theyra]

Posting the same app over again does not change anything. You know that right?

[Imperial Idaho]

Let me put it this way, I literally have to go to a website that compares articles to see what you change every time you repost your app.

You can edit posts you know.

[Ontorisa]

Snip

It's a no from me.

28 year old history professors don't tend to exist either. Fairly weak biography.

Also what poor fuck names their kid Cerberus?

[Anowa]

Name: Cerberus Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 28
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

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

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals). Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus 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), Cerberus 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:Cerberus Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, Cerberus Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room due to how many of them got expelled for being 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. A biker who refused to leave when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got his right eye gouged out by the switchblade wielding drunk for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charging 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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, the hunting knife he got as a wedding present, and the crossbow he used to hunt deer and elk while on vacation. They then headed for any place they could wait out the chaos, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed in the neighborhood where the riots were taking place. Cerberus Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the riots, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest who did not know that Sarah was pregnant, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Teichmüller), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They are now looking for any place where they can settle down and survive.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

Given my prior experience with your less than stellar actions in "We Were Children" I'm gonna say no as well.

[Flarbinia]

Name: Cerberus Teichmüller
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German Descent
Age/DOB: 28
Pic/Description: He has an eye patch on the right side of his face and wears a fur coat. He has grown a full mustache in the days following the outbreak.

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

Equipment: A Crossbow. A quiver full of bolts. A bowie knife (for skinning animals). Two canteens (one full of rum. The other with water)

Skills: Boxing and hunting
Weakness: Cerberus 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), Cerberus 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:Cerberus Teichmüller is a superstitious man more concerned with survival than how the world ended. While he may act like a nice guy, getting him angry enough will cause him to attack and kill anything in his path.
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, Cerberus Teichmüller was a history professor that was down on his luck the week of the outbreak. Not only did his students call him a Nazi every time he walked into the room due to how many of them got expelled for being 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. A biker who refused to leave when ordered by the bartender to leave pulled out a switchblade and challenged him to a fight. He politely refused to fight, attempted to leave the bar, and got his right eye gouged out by the switchblade wielding drunk for his trouble. Enraged, he poked the man's eyes out with a dusty old pool cue and laughed as the now blind asshole tried to cross the street during rush hour. Upon seeing the man's best buddy charging 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 (who had just discovered she was pregnant) 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, the hunting knife he got as a wedding present, and the crossbow he used to hunt deer and elk while on vacation. They then headed for any place they could wait out the chaos, knowing that they could be victims if they stayed in the neighborhood where the riots were taking place. Cerberus Teichmüller, desperate for sanctuary from the riots, joined a group hiding in church. However, when the leader of the group, a local priest who did not know that Sarah was pregnant, attempted to rape Sarah (the wife of Cerberus Teichmüller), he pinned his head to the wall of the church with a well-placed crossbow bolt. Knowing that the group (who still had not figured out that the world they knew was never coming back) would lynch him if he stayed, Cerberus Teichmüller and his wife left the church without saying a word or looking back, doubt filling his mind. They are now looking for any place where they can settle down and survive.

RP Examples: None, refer to bio.

Given my prior experience with your less than stellar actions in "We Were Children" I'm gonna say no as well.

I gave my character to you after I was banned. Also, do not judge an APP based on what a player did in a previous RP.

[Anowa]

Given my prior experience with your less than stellar actions in "We Were Children" I'm gonna say no as well.

I gave my character to you after I was banned. Also, do not judge an APP based on what he did in a previous RP.

We judge apps based on RP examples, or if we know who you are, prior interactions, that's roughly about 50% of what we actually consider when accepting or denying people. Given I know who you are, and the other who were in the other Outbreak threads do to, I feel it fair to say no given your sub-par RPing attitude. First impressions are everything, it's unfortunate yours wasn't very decent.