OUTBREAK (Sandbox/Survival/Horror - OOC / ALWAYS OPEN)

[Fantrum]

Posted.
Just a heads up Fantrum, I'm aware that you are there but didn't want to force an interaction yet considering that my character probably can't see you from your hiding place.

Mkay! Ill put up a post real fast, if yall attract infected she might help... might. Otherwise she might just take the opportunity to slip away.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Jin-yoo Han
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ACCEPTED.

Name: Arturo Ortiga
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I can deal with it and offer a chance. ACCEPTED.

Name: Rowan Smith

Nix the survivalist aspects and no way you're having 15 magazines of ammo. Did he find the handgun? Why does he have it? Just saying but not everyone needs a gun, especially with that much ammo.

[Anowa]

Name: Frank Hegland
Age (DoB): 37 (DoB: 03/24/1981)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Norwegian
Appearance:

(Image)

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 266 lbs.
Frank is a mountain of a fellow, yet despite his intimidating stature, he generally comes off more as a big teddy bear than a grizzly. He typically wears his hair short or shaven, and his beard long but not so long it'd be a detriment to his career (or survival) in this situation. Physically, he's as strong as bull but has a beergut that shows. Not as lean-and-mean as his high school wrestling days since that meat and potatoes diet's finally starting to catch up to him.
Occupation: Professional welder
Immunity: None insofar (please no killofferino.)

Equipment:
Clothes:

• 1x old, heavy Carhartt jacket often used during welding, knicked from where metal has burned into it
• 1x sturdy jeans
• 2x heavy workboots
• 2x heavy work gloves
• 1x set of underclothing
• 1x leather belt
• 1x welding mask, in backpack
  Weapons:
• 1x sledgehammer, carried
• 1x Sturdy (but worn) pocketknife, in pocket
• 1x carpenter's hammer, strapped to backpack
• 1x hunting knife, sheathed and looped around his belt
  Other:
• Samsung Galaxy S5
• 1x large hiking backpack, filled to the brim with:
• foodstuffs to last around three or four days (camping MREs, a few canned soups, dry goods such as jerky, saltines, and instant ramen)
• water to last around three days (bottled + a full thermos)
• 1x can opener

[*]1x Roxanne, his female Rottweiler pet
Skills:

• Professional welder
• Fountain of practical knowledge; knows how to fix anything from kitchen sinks to obscure and old vehicles
• Rudimentary medical knowledge
• Intermediate knowledge of firearm handling, cleaning, and a practised game hunter
• Physically strong, able to lift extremely heavy/large objects that others would struggle with
• Good brawler (from wrestling experience and bar fights while he was mourning)
• Strong immune system

Weaknesses:

• Big eater
• Bad at stealth/extremely conspicuous due to his large size and weight
• Stubborn
• "Tough-it-out" mentality (though this could be considered a perk as well, depending on the situation.)
• Loud (this wouldn't be a problem in the city, but in an area where peoples' guards are let down and strange things afoot...)

Accolades: (Not sure what this one means.)

Personality: Frank, or rather "Big Frank" as everyone knew him back home, is a friendly, happy fellow known for his roaring belly-laughs and care-free, jovial nature. Despite the city around him going to high-hell and back, he tries not to let this affect him -- or at least that's how it seems to those around him. His positive demeanour and outlook on life does, however, have some downsides, as he can be a bit coarse for some and often says things that'd offend more "uptight sorts of folks." Frank is the kinda guy that, after coming home from work, cracks open a cold one and watches the game between the Broncs and the Cowboys, or maybe plays with the dog out back for a while. A staunch republican, he also "ain't the type to take no bullshit from hoity-toity city-slickers who think they know more than they actually do" and isn't afraid to stand for his personal beliefs when they're challenged. Yet overall, he's known to be a warm-hearted, all-American kinda guy. Reliable and hard-working to a fault, but also great with kids and animals

Likes: Guns, beer, A~M~E~R~I~C~A, the Minnesota Vikings, welding, hot girls, pick-up trucks, his dog, God, Jesus, barbecues.
Dislikes: Liberals, soft cityfolk, men who give wimpy handshakes, homosexuals, people who you can't rely on.
Fears: Heights, losing Roxanne (his dog), forming more close bonds and losing people. Basically losing other people he cares about, which is now easy to do when you're fairly gregarious in a zombie apocalypse.

Biography: Born in Rawlins, Wyoming, to a conservative Lutheran family, Frank Hegland was never accustomed to city life. Rawlins was a small town, so small that you'd recognize most the people you'd see after leaving the house. It was a warm community full of kind-hearted people, so naturally a move to Chicago was jarring for the man (to say the least.) His early life was happy, spent with a loving father who he followed like a shadow. He learned a lot from his old man, and he taught Frank to be the honest, God-fearing guy that he is today.

Throughout middle and high school, Frank participated in his school's wrestling team and made a name for himself because of his height and weight. While he didn't win every match, he often learned from his mistakes until one day, a bad slip-up got the better of him and his knee was broken. A fractured knee takes a long time to repair itself, and while his healed correctly and no longer hinders him, it crushed Frank's dreams of joining the Army like his pop. Thus, Frank Hegland pursued his passion in welding, going down the path of education to attain a degree. After earning his associate's, Frank immediately found work for the next couple years in a car shop on the far-end of town. When the shop went under, a friend of his boss knew a guy who needed welders on some oil rigs up in Canada. Frank was sponsored for a visa and lived in the bitterly cold Yukon, making beaucoup bucks and freezing his ass off for another three years. He moved back to Wyoming after his contract was over, and with his newfound wealth, got a small place with a couple acres. He married his old high school sweetheart, Martha, and had two kids. He had everything he ever wanted. A home, a family, and even started up his own company and workshop, just kinda fixin' stuff for folks, from cars to generators to you name it. Life was good.

... Until Martha and the kids were hit by a drunk driver on the way home after baseball practice.

His entire family was ripped away from him, and it hit the once-happy man extremely hard. He prayed to God and Jesus, he cried and cried, and he eventually turned to the bottle because he found no other way to cope. It's one thing to read about that kind of shit in the news, but it's a completely different thing when it happens to you, and no one ever thinks it'll be their wife's or their kids' name in the local paper's obituary. Still, with the help of his other family, his friends, and especially the church's pastor, he realized his excess boozing and mopey lifestyle wasn't doing him any good. He had to move on and eke out a new way in life, or else he'd continue dragging himself in a cycle of anger and despair. The negative events that befell him changed his outlook and helped him grow as a person. So he travelled a bit, got a dog that he loves to bits and pieces, and moved on with life.

Through some recommendations from folks who knew him, Frank got in contact with a group called Avalon Construction, waaay out in Chicago, who needed skilled and experienced welders to help build high-rise housing complexes. It paid well, and was something new, so again Frank set off far from home; this time to the big city, to see what the future had in store for him.

Turns out, it was a crock of even more shit.
RP Example:
>inserts Cerberus Teichmueller copypasta here

Fortnouveau, Midrasia
March 2nd, 2018
09:59 AM

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Prince Lodewijk sat, legs stretched out in the limousine, absolutely abhorring the dreaded humidity outside. How people could bare to reside in such a horrid climate was well beyond him. He anxiously awaited the moment he'd have to step out of his air-conditioned box and out into the sticky, wet hell that awaited his fifteen second walk into the hotel. Some might call him spoiled, but he'd just say he had high standards; he was the bloody prince of Rohst, one of the grandest empires to bless Aeia. He deserved no less. If only Baron von Redeln could've had his trip Aramas after this whole ordeal instead of before... Alas, Father thought this would be a good chance for Lodewijk to interact with foreign delegation in a setting outside the Royal Palace -- and it was!

He recalled his conversation with Father from the night before. He spoke of how Lodewijk had been groomed for rulership his entire life, and he'd shown great aptitude in management of civil affairs, but he did little more but greet outlander diplomats when they came to the Fatherland. If he was to be the gregarious face of the nation, he would need to train his silver tongue and tailor it to those from lands far away. Eyebrows were raised when Father inherited Krieslen, and all heads turned when he quickly turned the Wusten invasion straight back into their homeland, seizing Schmendorf just after a few months of decisive skirmishes. The Kingdom's actions were under even more scrutiny than ever before, and it was Lodewijk's duty to convince, bribe, and cajole them to turn their attention away, or at least better learn how to. Unlike the Prince, Father was a silent, stoic man who few dared question, with gravitas fit for two kings or emperors. Lodewijk was a pup -- prim, proper, suave and handsome, but unproven to the wider world. This was a chance to exercise his talents and show everybody who the destined heir Rohst was.

As the vehicle eased to a halt, the security detail preceding it were already exiting theirs. While the Midrasians were to provide their own armed units to protect any foreign representatives, due to rising world tensions, Father would not allow Lodewijk to travel alone. When a local hotel worker began approaching the Prince's limousine, one of the armed escort shot him a glare that sent him recoiling back into the hotel in an almost comical fashion. Another agent came and opened the door.

Gods, it was hot, even at 10:00 AM. Prince Lodewijk beared it until he made it inside.

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Make an app for the dog and you're good.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Frank Hegland
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No issues. ACCEPTED. Will update roster tomorrow. Dog app is optional, but without it'll be treated as an NPC thus at the mercy of whoever wants to use/kill it. As a PC (with an app) you have some plot armor.

[Rohst]

Name: Roxanne (Hegland)
Age (DoB): 4 (DoB: 04/04/2015)
Nationality: American
Breed: Rottweiler
Appearance:

Height: 1'11" (at the withers)
Weight: 80 lbs.

Occupation: Frank's best friend
Immunity: Immune

Equipment:

• 1x chain collar

Skills:

• Extremely loyal (to Frank Hegland)
• Very fast
• Quiet
• Physically powerful (due to her size and breed)

Weaknesses:

• Is a dog, ergo no higher reasoning skills that a human'd have
• Cannot gather resources

Accolades: N/A


Personality: She's a good girl, yes she is!
Likes: Frank, meat, her tennis ball, puppies, treats, chewable things, other dogs
Dislikes: Mean people, people that Frank becomes aggressive towards, people that become aggressive towards Frank, people that become aggressive towards her
Fears: When Frank leaves the house and oh god where did he go? Oh god oh god oh g--wait! What's that sound?! WUAHBHWAH FRANK'SHOMEOHGODITHOUGHTYOULEFTFOREVER!

Biography: Back in Wyoming, one of the ranchers who lived outside of Rawlins put an ad in the local paper saying that his bitch just a had a litter of pups. Pure-bred Rotts, and he was handing them out for $100 a pup and was keeping two for himself, first come, first serve. Frank, a bit lonely around the house by this point stopped by the McReady Ranch and bought one of the last two left. He named her Roxanne and they've been best friends ever since.

RP Example: See my previous application with Frank Hegland.

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[Speyland]

Name: Luca Zamora
Age (DoB): May 9, 1982 (36)
Nationality: Canadian
Ethnicity: Latin American Canadian
Appearance:

Occupation: Mechanic
Immunity: None

Equipment:

Skills:
Weaknesses:

Accolades: (Badges of honor to be earned.)
NPC:

Personality: Courteous: Typically
Risk-Taking: Rarely
Ambitious: Typically
Curious: Often
Self-Controlled: Typically
Nurturing: Occasionally
Trusting: Occasionally
Honest: Generally
Loyal: Never
Affectionate: Generally
Romantic: Typically
Flirty: Typically
Sympathetic: Typically
Altruistic: Occasionally
Optimistic: Often
Observant: Occasionally
Logical: Sometimes
Social: Usually solitary
Emotions: Somewhat controlled

Biography: Seeing a sibling treated fairly by older relatives left Luca Zamora with a sense of respect.

Being treated kindly by the justice system inspired Luca Zamora to act the same way.

A significant other decided Luca Zamora needed to learn how to sew. Luca Zamora tried it reluctantly, and never could get the hang of it.

RP Example:

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[Cruxa]

Name: Rowan Smith

Nix the survivalist aspects and no way you're having 15 magazines of ammo. Did he find the handgun? Why does he have it? Just saying but not everyone needs a gun, especially with that much ammo.

Okay, I can part wit the survivalist aspects. The gun is his, and he is proficient in shooting. I can nix that if you want

[Sulania]

First off, sorry about not getting a post up last night. Literally passed out after work at midnight, so I passed out in the middle of writing. Will have it up in the next hour.

Also, for The Knockout Gun Gals, St Andrew's Episcopal Church is my characters base of operation (as far as that can be said for the time being). As per my last post where I was there, I locked the doors to it. I don't have a problem with you getting in, I wanted on the map for the actual purpose of people potentially getting inside, but just letting you know.

Also, I just realized I never had a bullet count for my two 9mm's. So, I'll just say that both guns have 8 rounds in the magazine, but that's it for rounds and she doesn't have any backups at the church. So that'd be 16 between both. Figured that'd be a decent compromise for not having one stated before, and it would fit how she obtained them in the first place.

[Fantrum]

I put up a post, feel pretty meh about it... but still, had to figure out a way to get the ball rolling.

[Beiarusia]

Okay, I can part wit the survivalist aspects. The gun is his, and he is proficient in shooting. I can nix that if you want

As long as you're not killing everything in one shot. Still, cut back on the ammo.

[Arengin Union]

I got a post almost ready Hunt. It just today was a busy day, it'll come tomorrow. Apologies.

[Huntpublic]

I got a post almost ready Hunt. It just today was a busy day, it'll come tomorrow. Apologies.

its' 'aight, I understand. Life can get in the way of things a lot of the tine,

[The Mizarian Empire]

Name: Nathan Albright
Age (DoB): July 4th 1982 (34 years of age)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: American-Irish
Appearance: Olive complexion, Black/necrotic-looking marking near infection site, has not spread (left calf), Red Hair(Often cut short or bald), hazel eyes, "Swimmers build" aka thin w/ mild muscle definition.

Occupation: Formerly Military (11B, Infantry), Self-defense instructor and Private security

Immunity: Gifted

Equipment: Tanto Knife; Ruger GP100 (.357 Magnum; 6 inch barrel) Ruger Mini-30 (Ruger mini-14 chambered in 7.62x39); 4 spare magazines for the rifle, 3 speedloaders for the revolver (Both fully loaded at any given time with whatever ammo is on hand); Rucksack with odds and ends (clothing; triage kit; food and water and other necessities clipped to it's surface or stored within)

Skills: Extremely proficient with numerous firearms as well as hand-to-hand combat. Moderately proficient in first aid and battlefield triage.
Weaknesses: Extreme PTSD (still suffers traumatic flashbacks, particularly triggered by children's screams), episodes known to cause violent mood-swings wherein Marcus flies into near berserker like fits of rage. Episodes can also induce visual/audio hallucinations making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Accolades: Participated in and succeeded in a Kumite-100 challenge (fought against 100 hand-to-hand martial artists with minimal rest between each 1-1.5 minute bouts), a dozen military awards including the Congressional Medal of Honor

Personality: Outside of combat; Calm, extremely focused on whatever task he has set himself to, compassionate in rare cases. In combat, even allies have likened him to "A monster in a man's skin"
Likes: Weapon maintanence; Safety/security; Warm food; music (particularly power metal); Alcohol (in modest amounts)
Dislikes: Hangovers; Betrayal; unnecessary violence; "Doing his duty"
Fears: "Turning" (while gifted, Nathan still feels he may become the monster he kills); Children (Mildly, mostly due to risk of PTSD triggering); losing his humanity (while cold and ruthless, still tries to be compassionate, years of warfare and other violence have made him jaded, struggling to maintain a positive outlook on life)

Biography: Nathan grew up the son of life-long military-serving parents. Both were hard on their son, his father abusive and borderline sadistic in how he would punish his 'underachieving' son. His mother made little effort to protect her child, content that if her husband felt he wasn't meeting his true potential the ends justified the means. After nearly a decade of physical and mental abuse, Nathan finally confessed to their wrong-doing and his father ended up with a 20-year prison sentence for child neglect; assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder when he put his son in the hospital after nearly beating Nathan to death with a length of lead pipe.

Hardened by years of abuse, the young man eventually sought out a career in the army, his recruiter saw fit to waive the traumatized young man's childhood and buried it in an effort to fill his recruitment quota. While nowhere near as sadistic or gruesome as his father. Nathan's platoon always recognized that something was off with the young man, despite achieving the rank of corporal. During a patrol in Afghanistan, young Nathan's brutality shined in the defense of his platoon, single-handedly charging an insurgent emplacement and killing over a dozen Al-Qaeda fighters in close-quarters. He received a general discharge several years (and a dozen awards) later following a drunken dispute with one of his team-mates, saved from a dishonorable only by his receiving the highest military award the US armed forces could bestow and pity from the judicial party overlooking his discharge.

Years followed while Nathan wandered the world continually seeking to prove himself better than his upbringing before the outbreak began. Nathan had just finished a security detail escorting a VIP with a private security firm when he was infected by an early carrier of the T-13 disease. Now with no-where to go, he has consoled himself that this will be his ultimate test, to prove that he is not the man his father was by saving as many lives as possible by all means "From all threats, foreign and domestic" as he swore he would years ago during his induction into the armed forces.

RP Example:

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[Beiarusia]

Name: Nathan Albright

DENIED for not reading OP. Military and Gifted slots are taken.

[The Mizarian Empire]

Name: Nathan Albright

DENIED for not reading OP. Military and Gifted slots are taken.

Ah, hadn't checked again, had started the app a while back.

[Beiarusia]

CALLING HOME

OBJECTIVE
During the quarantine the United States Army employed a radio jamming device to ensure an information blackout. This system remains active, days after the military withdrawal, denying long-ranged communications beyond Chicago.

OBJECTIVE
• Find and deactivate the radio jamming device.

LOCATION
• Aon Center, Chicago, IL
• Midway International Airport, Chicago, IL
• National Guard Armory, Chicago, IL

REWARD
• N/A

[Beiarusia]

SOUL SEARCHING

OBJECTIVE
Father O'Rourke and several Sisters have gone missing whilst attempting to locate help.

OBJECTIVE
• Discover the fate of Father Ian O'Rourke.
• Discover the fate of Sister Latoya Johnson.
• Discover the fate of Sister Madeline Leeds.
• Discover the fate of Sister Angela Penske.

LOCATION
• 7-11, Pratt Blvd, Chicago, IL
• Apartment, Columbia Avenue, Chicago, IL
• Home, Ashland Avenue, Chicago, IL
• St. Ignatius Church, Chicago, IL

REWARD
• N/A

[Beiarusia]

SAIL AWAY

OBJECTIVE
Rumor has it that a boat or two is still docked at the Chicago Yacht Club. Could be worth an investigation.

OBJECTIVE
• Investigate the Chicago Yacht Club.

LOCATION
• Chicago Yacht Club, Chicago, IL

REWARD
• TBD

[Beiarusia]

Sarah Konig and Frank Hegland have been awarded the Man's Best Friend Accolade!
Feel free to add it to your app for record keeping.

[Negarakita]

Anything that would be kinda flavorful for him with the character Plan?

Maybe a sort of sixth sense that can detect immediate danger with a gut feeling. It also sometimes manifests in hallucinations, which your preacher could take as prophesies.

yes that would be cool, as long as OP is ok.

[Beiarusia]

Maybe a sort of sixth sense that can detect immediate danger with a gut feeling. It also sometimes manifests in hallucinations, which your preacher could take as prophesies.

yes that would be cool, as long as OP is ok.

That's fine.

[Imperial Idaho]

Posted, meeting up with the lads at the Juvenile Center towards Brighton park.

[The Knockout Gun Gals]

First off, sorry about not getting a post up last night. Literally passed out after work at midnight, so I passed out in the middle of writing. Will have it up in the next hour.

Also, for The Knockout Gun Gals, St Andrew's Episcopal Church is my characters base of operation (as far as that can be said for the time being). As per my last post where I was there, I locked the doors to it. I don't have a problem with you getting in, I wanted on the map for the actual purpose of people potentially getting inside, but just letting you know.

Also, I just realized I never had a bullet count for my two 9mm's. So, I'll just say that both guns have 8 rounds in the magazine, but that's it for rounds and she doesn't have any backups at the church. So that'd be 16 between both. Figured that'd be a decent compromise for not having one stated before, and it would fit how she obtained them in the first place.

Yes, I see your post as well. It seemed that you locked the backdoor, or the church only has the front door?

[Fantrum]

Posted, meeting up with the lads at the Juvenile Center towards Brighton park.

>rides chopper around sound sensitive infected city
And here I thought my Mosin would attract attention, y'all about to get us all killed lol

[Hastur]

Posted, meeting up with the lads at the Juvenile Center towards Brighton park.

>rides chopper around sound sensitive infected city
And here I thought my Mosin would attract attention, y'all about to get us all killed lol

Fucking mad man.

working on my post now, I'll try and get the ball rolling.