The Walking Dead - OOC/OPEN (Survival-Horror RP)

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An epidemic of apocalyptic proportions has swept the globe, causing the dead to rise and feed on the living. Few have survived; governments have all but crumbled. There is no television, no grocery stores, no mail delivery, no help to come to those left.

Water and electricity will be gone soon if they aren’t already and food has become a valuable commodity. The dead roam every street, every city, every building, and every person’s nightmares. The remainder of the living brave a treacherous landscape filled with roaming bands of the monsters that creep plains and forests.

In a world ruled by the dead, they are forced to finally start living.

Information The Walking Dead, based on the comic book and game of the same name, is a survival-horror anthology RP set in the aftermath of a virus that brings the dead to life to feed on the living. Starting in Wilmington, North Carolina, this roleplay wishes to focus on the characters and their lives, rather than excessive action and incessant gore fests. The RP is to be played as realistically as possible in the world. Characters can die, tensions are to be strung, and you are expected to work with the other players. Also note that this is not an open-world RP and will have somewhat of a guiding plot, although you can influence how said plot progresses and where it progresses to. The date is August 29th, 2018, sixteen days after the initial outbreak. The survivors (AKA, you) are scrambling to evacuate after hearing a radio message directing them towards Eugene Ashley High School. Has the military abandoned them already, or are they in luck? Only time will tell… At the start of the RP, the characters will be randomly distributed into two groups that will eventually meet up in the high school. This RP will be split into seasons and episodes, typically with five episodes per season. Each episode and each season will have a distinctive theme and a distinctive plot. It is up to you what you make of the situation given.	Rules 1. My word is law, as is my Co-OP’s. 2. I don’t tolerate infighting in the OOC. While disagreements are bound to happen, do not make things personal. 3. Adding onto this, separate the OOC from the IC. Just because your characters are enemies, doesn’t mean you are out of character. 4. Players may have as many characters as they like to an extent. Ask me if you aren’t sure. 5. One-liners are not allowed. You are expected to put effort into your posts. 6. In the world of The Walking Dead, zombie fiction does not exist in the way that it does in ours. Thus, the survivors would not understand how the virus works, nor would they necessarily call the dead “zombies.” 7. Godmodding, powergaming, and metagaming are strictly disallowed. 8. As this is a survival-horror RP, characters may die. The world is a cold, bleak, and merciless place. Do not expect it to cater to you. 9. On a similar note, there will be gore, blood, adult situations, and vulgar language in this RP. However, I still ask you to follow along with site rules. That means keep your steamy sex scenes and your sadistic torture porn on a different website; not this one.	• Day One The outbreak begins. Reports of strange occurrences appear in the news. • Day Three As the outbreak spreads, military forces move into cities to attempt to keep the populace safe from infected, including Wilmington, North Carolina. • Day Six Law and order continues to break down. The military enforce martial law in Wilmington, North Carolina. • Day Fourteen A majority of the military forces in Wilmington move to protect more important locations, setting up checkpoints by the two main bridges. The mobilization attracts hordes of infected over the bridges and into the city. • Day Fifteen The remaining military forces inside Wilmington are overrun. They blow the two main bridges after their checkpoints are destroyed and send out a message in a last ditch effort to evacuate civilians before they leave. You are one of the recipients of this message and reach the evac location the next day.
Orange text signals that a character is an NPC, while blue text signifies a GMPC. Wilmington, North Carolina Eugene Ashley High School Abraham Oconostota Sanchez - New Cobastheia Pvt. Alexandra McMillian - Hastur Benjamin Church - Independent States of Tula Caitlin Hart - The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness Jiro Miyazaki - Ihury Kenneth Arlington - Incabur Nelson Andrews - Benuty Sam Pipua - Unified Republic of America Theo Gustafsson - Ihury Charles P. Murray Middle School Edward Miller - Imperial Idaho Katherine Truelove - Beiarusia Luca Ionescu - Torchina Madeline Hess - Fantrum Mordimer Krankheit - Cainesland Morgan Kaur - Beiarusia Ronald Perry - Helowi Rosa Carballo - Alozia Unknown PFC. Aaron Bryars Cpl. Cole Marlowe Casualties Document	Character Sheet Please delete everything in parentheses after filling out the character sheet for cleanliness' sake. Everything with a * before it is optional. Military characters and police characters are allowed under a strict limit. Military [2/2] Police [1/2] Code: Select all [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Sex:[/b] [b]Occupation[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personal Belongings:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Biography (two good paragraphs at least):[/b] [b]Strengths:[/b] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] *[b]Worst Fears:[/b] [b]Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):[/b] [b]RP Examples:[/b]	Season One Episode 1: What Lurks There Episode 2: Biding Time Episode 3: Caught in Between Episode 4: Torn and Crossed Episode 5: Whispers Call

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[Hastur]

I'll finish up some stuff and get to work on the secondary character.

Name:Private Alexandra McMillian
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Occupation US Marine.
Appearance:

Alexandra McMillian is a Caucasian female of European descent who stands at 180.34 Centimeters, weighing in 65 kilograms. She has a lean, healthy build with light skin, bearing green eyes and a dark brunette hair at around back length. Often kept secured in a navy regulation bun. Currently outfitted in the standard US marine rifleman load out. Wearing a MARPAT battle dress uniform with an scalable plate carrier and helmet.

Personal Belongings:

• M4 Carbine fitted with a TA31RCO ACOG optical sight, flashlight, fore-grip and single point sling. Loaded with a half empty magazine.
  
  
• Six thirty round STANAG magazines, four empty, two fully loaded with 5.56×45mm NATO cartridges. Stored in her plate carrier pouches.
  
  
• Beretta M9A1 handgun loaded with a full magazine. Kept in a synthetic pistol holster kept on her belt.
  
  
• One fifteen round Beretta magazine. Loaded with 9×19mm parabellum cartridges. Stored in pouches on her belt.
  
  
• OKC-3S bayonet with a protective sheath, kept attached to her plate carrier.
  
  
• M67 fragmentation hand grenade, Kept in a plate carrier pouch.
  
  
• Coyote brown scalable plate carrier fitted with various pouches and SAPI body armor plates.
  
  
• Woodland marpat marine corps combat utility uniform.
  
  
• Enhanced combat helmet with a woodland marpat cover.
  
  
• Ear protection.
  
  
• M40 field protective mask fitted with an NBC long-life gas filter.
  
  
• Individual first aid kit (several bandages, a tourniquet, burn ointment, some water purification tablets, and QuikClot Antihemorrhagic/hemostatic agent)
  
  
• Patrol pack containing two days worth of MRE's, navigational equipment, para-cord, caffeine pills, zip ties, batteries, spare socks and other general equipment.

Personality:

Alexandra McMillian has still to discover her place in the life, has trouble determining her ambitions and struggles with her own identity. She's a team player who shows a desire to fit in with others around her, a person that seeks validation and who consistently strives for the betterment of the group as a result, puts them first. A hard worker that will selflessly show a substantial amount of persistence and tenacity in carrying out objectives set out in front of her. She a follower, not a leader however. Being someone that struggles to lead the pack due to her own insecurities, stemming from childhood issues and low self esteem. Something helped with her training and time in the marines as they molded her into the typical soldier, giving her purpose, but didn't entirely remedying the problem. With Alexandra usually being constrained by her own self doubt and her occasional impulsive behavior, often feeling overwhelmed with options when forced to carry out a decision.

In regards to how she carries herself, she has a very soldier like air around her, based both on her appearance and the way she acts. Being a particularly resourceful and alert person, her head typically on a constant swivel in with an attentive nature. This manifests itself socially, with her being a person that often picks up on the smaller details about people and often remembering the little things that makes people feel valued. A friendly person that often listens to most other peoples plights who is immensely loyal to people that she considers her friend, which are those that make her feel valued. That being said however, she is a private person, someone that tries to inhibit herself emotionally as a coping mechanism, and is particularly passive. With her often bottling up her anger and frustration with others which can often result in her becoming explosively volatile, leading to violent or self destructive behavior.

Biography (two good paragraphs at least):

Born in Northfork, Virginia on March 22nd, 1999. Growing up in a working class family alongside four siblings within a modest household which had been in the family for years. Her dad was a navy officer who served at Naval Station Norfolk and as a result, she didn't see him much, leaving her mother to raise her and her siblings. Home life was adequate, but Alexandra struggled with self-esteem issues due to a focus on her elder siblings. Resulting in her being a pushover who did what her family wanted rather than what she wanted. She towed the line within school, doing things which she felt her family wished but she failed to impress. Her most significant accomplishment was her being a half decent goal keeper in high school soccer, playing for her school's team.

After graduation, she concluded to enlist within the marines, following the family line, rather than attend college following a spell of jobs within the service industry. Her mediocre grades and an absence of funds preventing her from attending the courses that interested her. She entered the marines at eighteen, passing through basic at Paris island before proceeding onto school of infantry at SOI east to do the 59 day marine combat training to develop into a rifleman. Her time there forced her to further adapt, growing out of her shell and learning more confidence in herself. Her dying persistence, desire for validation and the dread of failure keeping her moving through the rougher parts of training in where most situations people like her would have crumbled down.

Entered active service as a rifleman with the 2nd Marine Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines, Fox Company. Being stationed at Camp Lejeune, in Jacksonville, North Carolina. She was there for a moment into her active service contract before getting a sudden deployment within the continental united states. Following civil unrest from a bizarre viral outbreak which was circulating all over, the news broadcasting on the case twenty four seven as it developed across the entire united states, with reports appearing in from all over.

As the locals struggled, a state of emergency being announced within North Carolina, national guard and active military units where deployed to execute Operation Cobalt. Command deployed her marine unit onto the streets of Wilmington, a sizable seaside city, being given orders to support national guard units, preserve order and safeguard the local populous. Assumptions of it being a simply civil unrest where challenged when they set up fortified strong points and fenced safe zones within Summer Hills. It looking like they where planning for battle more than rioting. The notion of rioters went out the window when they had their initial experiences with the infected. Walking corpses that couldn't be brought down unless something destroyed the brain.

Despite the shift, things moved smoothly for the initial couple of days. They secured who they could into small safe zones, and her squad assisted in the cleanup of the neighboring territories of the safe-zone. Operating as a hit team which helped clear the infected out block by block, house by house. At first It looked like the tide was turning. They weren't hard to deal with, the slow infected being easy to dispatch in small numbers. But the flow of infected never seemed to stem, only grow, as their numbers dwindled.

At first it was a couple of people from the battalion, guys she didn't know all that well who where unfortunate enough to get bit. A worrying prospect for Alex but not to be unexpected, but soon it became individuals from her company, then her squad. People she considered as friends as the patrols became more precarious and the shifts became greater to try to compensate for the increasing threat, and when combined with the poor treatment of civilians, it resulted in their moral dropping massively. Alex herself feeling terrified, the doubt in her head making her believe the mission to be a failure. Something only amplified by a failed rescue attempt of national guard members pinned in legion stadium. A dangerously close firefight with what seemed like dozens that resulted in the death of three close squad mates, their lieutenant and almost resulted in hers.

By the time the cobalt contingency procedure was executed. Alexandra squad had pulled twenty four hour shift and was down to four guys, most of whom had either perished or deserted their post to go find their own families, something she couldn't fault them for despite feeling abandoned and personally betrayed.

Under orders to withdraw out of the city at night, what was left of the regiment began making plans to head across the cape fear memorial bridge. The combat engineers detonating the bridge to contain the infected before everyone planned a full retreat towards Fort Bragg. Her company being one of the last units to pull out of designated safe zone of Summer Hills as they planned their escape. Something foiled when the a horde of infected found their way to the bridge, following the sounds of the retreating military. Forcing the engineers to detonate the bridges early. Cutting off immediate escape for her company, and anyone else left in the town.

Stuck in a jam as order collapsed around them, Alexandra's squad booked it south towards the Eugene Ashley High School, an evacuation zone for military and important civilian personnel. They wouldn't make it however, their Humvee hitting a small horde of infected that rapidly overran their position. Alexandra and her squad-mates tried to fight their way through, but where forced to flee, splitting up as they tried to get away. Alexandra heading into the suburbs that she'd once cleared, making it to the school only to find that the last ticket out of town had already been sold.

Unsure what to do or if anyone else made it out. She bides her time.

Strengths:

+ Military Trained: McMillian is a trained marine who was in active service during the time of the epidemic. Assigned within the 0311 MOS, She was active shortly before and during the mainland outbreak of the infection in the united states. As a result, McMillian received infantry training at SOI East, receiving adequately practiced in military tactics such as MOUT, land navigation, patrolling and weapons handling, being a very competent shooter.

+Agile: McMillian is a dexterous and flexible individual who has a strong sense of balance, all of which come from her youth background in athletics. She can move fast in bursts across both flat and irregular terrain with general ease. Besides that, she has a quick reaction time.

Weaknesses:

- Limited experience: McMillian has no previous military experience outside of the current outbreak, having no deployments or further training outside of the sixty day program at SOI. it makes her much more prone to mistakes and panic in stressful situations than more experienced personnel.

- Poor Leadership qualities: McMillian showcases poor leadership skills. Mostly from a lack of experience, self doubt and insecurity which can result in her performing poorly under pressure and having issues taking control of the situation. Works better within groups with clear hierarchies than in diplomatic situations.

-Impulsive: McMillian has the tendency to make decisions on impulse and instinct when in stressful situations, often choosing a less desirable option.

-Guilt: McMillian harbors some guilt about the way she abandoned both her squad and civilians during operation cobalt, feeling that any ill will coming is deserved.

Worst Fears:

Turning into one of the infected.

Never making a difference.

Tight spaces such as tunnels or corridors with limited exits.

Being crushed alive.

Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):

RP Examples:

Name:Douglas Lane
Age:46
Sex: Male
Occupation Construction Foreman
Appearance:

Douglas Lane is a Caucasian male of European decent who stands at 193 centimeters and weighs in at 108 kilograms. With him having a stocky, unfit build with light skin, having brown eyes and graying, balding hair.

Personal Belongings:

• Winchester Model 70 chambered in .30-06 Springfield. Fitted with a rifle scope and a sling with a cartridge holder.
  
• Fire axe fitted with a homemade sling.
  
• twenty four .30-06 Springfield rounds.
  
• Wallet containing a North Carolina Drivers License, 200 dollars in assorted bills, a debt card, a ten year sobriety coin, and an old family photo showing a picture of a younger Douglas, his wife and his younger daughter.
  
• Duffle bag containing personal items including spare clothes, some food and water.
  
• Four packs of lucky strikes.
  
• Zippo lighter.

Personality:

Douglas Lane is a solemn and private individual who carries several regrets in his life. Someone that has been struggling to piece their life back together and revitalize a broken link following an abusive relationship and chronic alcoholism. Although it hasn't been from a lack of trying, having been sober for ten years. He's a dedicated, quiet and mature type with a civil nature, With Douglas trying his best to deal with everybody fairly. Being exceptionally good at his job as a construction foreman. Helping keep the different projects concentrated and on time thanks to his work ethic. With him keeping himself focused and proactive, trying to remain on top of matters to bypass unnecessary stress. Foreseeing a possible regression back into drinking days if he does.

He has tried his hardest to reform his ways. But fragments of his former self nevertheless survive. Most prominently his pessimistic nature, reckless behaviour and temper. With the end of the world only amplifying this part of him. While quiet, he can become an aggressive and confrontational man when driven to the edge. being capable of extreme reckless brutality in extreme situations.

Biography (two good paragraphs at least):

Strengths:

Strong: Douglas Lane is a physically strong man who is built like a brick shithouse, having worked over ten years within the construction trade. He can hold his own in a fight, and also generally carry things that the average person would struggle with.

Practically skilled: Lane is skilled in tasks that require practical problem solving, particularly within skills such as carpentry and mechanical engineering.

Weaknesses:

Former alcoholic: Having been sober for ten years, Lane still today craves a drink when in stressful situations, and struggles with it often. He substitutes his needs by smoking, with him being a fairly heavy smoker in addiction, often chain smoking.

Unfit: Being an ex alcoholic and a heavy smoker, despite being strong, isn't the fittest person out there. He often has issues keeping up with endurance due to an unhealthy diet and frequency of smoking.

Capable of extreme violence: When pushed to the edge, Douglas lane is a man who can be motivated by anger and is very capable of violently hurting people in ways that would be considered barbaric and brutal.

Guilty: Douglas is dealing with guilt over his abusive relationship with his wife, child and the resulting failed marriage because of it.

Worst Fears:

Finding out his family is dead.

Being trapped with one of the infected.

failing back into alcoholism.

Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):
RP Examples:

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[Benuty]

Name: Nelson Andrews.

Age: 23

Sex: Male.

Occupation Not really an occupation, but he was on the path to becoming a college student.

Appearance:

Personal Belongings:
What little possessions he does have are in a personal duffle bag he has taken from the Hospital

A) Book of Common Prayer (Episcopal).

B) Few cans of food from the Hospital Cafeteria as well as a canteen, and bottles of water.

C) Spare change of clothes.

D) First Aid Kit.

E) Baseball Bat (mainly wards off the ghouls).

F) Gloves, and goggles (looted from a store, and from the morgue).

G) Flashlight.

Personality: A somber, and reflective man who either out of bravery or madness will rush forward into situations, but not totally without thinking about them first. He is shy towards people, and after witnessing the massacre of hospital staff, and patients by the military slightly distrustful of the living. The dead, and their endless need to consume, and rot make more sense to him than human depravity in a dying world. Human kindness had a chance to shine, but instead humans gave in to their baser instincts, and as a result, countless people died when they didn't have to. That said he hasn't given up hope on humanity and will try to pursue diplomatic options rather than violence viewing it as abhorrent to what he considers the "communion of life".


Biography (two good paragraphs at least):

The newspapers back years ago nicknamed him the "mourning boy" due to the fact an urban legend sprang up about a black haired boy chatting it up with the dying in the hospitals becoming their best friends in their last days, and hours. The boy reportedly helped bring the dead down to the morgue and adopted on somber mourning clothes for their funerals where many would notice him since they didn't know who he was or why he was there. It spread from hospital to hospital, and people were on the lookout, and eventually, a reporter got a face to face interview with this "urban legend". The story ended up as a fantastic op-ed in the pages of the Wilmington Times, and eventually, police tracked the boy down. It was revealed he had in part escaped from both an orphanage, and a psychiatric care facility for juveniles, and was practically living in the hospital system secretly.

The mourning boy's origins were just as mysterious as his attitude on life since it was a priest that had rescued him from a house fire which cost the life of his parents. He would become a member of a local orphanage, and attend school, but both the priest, and the teachers noticed his unusual care for dying animals, and even burying them in the Christian fashion. By age 14 the "mourning boy" started striking up conversations with people that weren't there, and psychiatrists figured he was in need of special treatment bringing him to a new hospital in Asheville equipped for long-term stays. By age 17 he would dream of a strange world that made no sense, but he could see visions of the dying and their fate.

This long-term hospital stay in Asheville ended abruptly when he was 19 thanks to the new janitor blowing the head off of the head doctor who apparently had been sleeping with his wife i.e. the head nurse. After the shooting spree, he whether out of compassion or spite decided to free the patients, and they went wild throughout Asheville forcing a local police unit to deal with them. Not all of the patients were caught, and Nelson made his way to the outer banks living there for a bit. His time in the outer banks was spent helping out a local motel, until nearly being taken by one of the guests.

In desperation, he struggled with the man until knocking him out, and in a panic of irrational paranoia he took off leading to a manhunt albeit for the wrong person. It didn't help that he had stolen the man's car having learned how to drive in part from stealing other peoples cars on the way back to the coast. Of course, once they had run out of gas he simply abandoned them due to not having any money to fill them up. Regardless it wasn't long until federal law enforcement found him and safely took him in back at his hometown in Wilmington. As it turns out the man in the outer banks had just been arrested in connection to seven kidnappings, and murders. The DNA taken due to the scratches nelson left had connected him with several samples taken by police during his last, and very bungled up kidnapping.

The authorities decided to drop charges, but it was clearly the boy needed help so they decided to hook him up with a program for intensive therapy at a hospital program in the University of North Carolina-Wilmington. He was there until the apocalypse happened on medication, getting better, and getting schooling done, and had it not been for the end he most likely would have gone on to college. Of course, this never happened, but no one ever imagined those dying would one day get up, and be really damn hungry either. During his time in the program, he grew increasingly acquainted with the Episcopal Church especially one of its more elderly members he simply called "Marge". Marge an old lady in her 90's was diagnosed with liver cancer, but still came to services when she could, and Nelson stayed with her every moment helping her.

When the time did come he made the daily trip back to her room at the hospital and noted the air was different and full of uneasy. Shadows walked in the distance lumbering with an unusual gait, but Wilmington had always had its share of homeless people so Nelson gave it no mind. Nelson was the only one there for Marge as her family had long since passed away or were themselves suffering health issues, and unable to visit. She passed during the night as he waited by her bedside, and something strange happened as the attendants strapped down her arms, and the nurses talked of a letter from W.H.O about handling the dead.

Nelson went back to his room and prayed intensely before going to the morgue that night. While conversing with the doctor who was waiting on the funeral home to pick her body up Nelson noticed that Marge slowly got up, and at first, he was excited thinking she hadn't in fact died, but he noticed the face wasn't lively at all or even sickly. She moved awkwardly almost as if not used to the body, and much to both Nelson and the doctor's amazement walked towards them. Nelson wanted to hug Marge so bad, but the doctor gripped his shoulder and got them both out of the morgue. The morgue was locked down, and within minutes the security was there to handle Marge as the doctor tried to shield Nelson's eyes from what was about to happen next. His friend, and companion for months were put down like a rabid animal, and he didn't know why.

The days continued, and they got worse as people came to the hospital with strange bite marks, and scratches, but were sent away to a "special treatment facility". The way the nurses talked about the people desperate for the care it seemed as if they were sentencing them to death, and as he found out they in fact were. Though not of their own free will since by that point it became clear that bites and scratches were just hastening the inevitable death, and forced "rebirth" of these people. It was clear to Nelson this was an apocalyptic level event as the media began breaking down, but more importantly, this was not the resurrection of the dead as told of by God so something clearly was wrong. It was around day eleven when supplies stopped coming in, and people were talking about the highways being overrun with both evacuees and hordes of the undead.

Things went to shit two days afterword, and the military unit stationed at the hospital just blatantly began shooting the patients, and the doctors in a horrific scene out of some overbloated action movie. Thing is many of the people didn't stay dead, and some got up rather quickly, and the military unit in whatever mastery of thinking they had going on in their minds soon joined the growing number of "ghouls". Nelson would loot the hospital of what he needed and decided to leave realizing it was no longer safe here anymore. He made it to the nearby church, and spent the night hoping, and praying the wandering ghouls wouldn't take the chance to pop in as he slept on one of the pews. Exploring the offices he turned on the radio and heard what appeared to be a fading emergency broadcast.

Now he has committed to finding his way there, and noticed along the way mans depravity toward fellow man wondering through it all if perhaps mankind shouldn't simply fade into the eternal rest.

Strengths:

+ Does not fear death, and understands it as an inevitability for all things within what he calls "the communion of life". Of course, this could be seen by "regular" people as either him being naive of the situation, insane, or brave since he could rush into situations.

+ Despite his brashness he does have a tendency to think things out, and prefers to focus on diplomatic solutions due to his years of being able to strike up conversations.

Weaknesses:

- Seems to welcome death a bit too much that from an outsiders perspective it can be viewed as aloof, eccentric, and maybe a bit like a death seeker, but not suicidal.

- Is not eager to inflict violence on the living due to the traumatizing experience of witnessing the city fall apart, and humans turning on one another. This culminated in the military shooting up the living patients, and doctors of the hospital he was at as if they were rabid animals.

- Has an irrational need to correct what he sees as an unjust disposal of the dead, and give them proper burials.

- Tends to be somewhat frightened of the living, and this can often be seen as shyness, but during times of intense trouble, this might just get someone hurt.

-When alone will strike up conversations with the "souls" of the dead as they try, and comfort him, but to the outsider, this can be seen as a sign of mental illness, and often the souls will disappear when he comes around others.

*Worst Fears:

He doesn't fear the dead coming back to life so much as he does fear what humanity is becoming in the face of this revelation. The actions of multiple humans during the fall of Wilmington have justified his increasing paranoia about the living, and their tendency to go off the rails.

Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):

RP Examples: Do I really have to?

[ThePhantomThieves]

Name: Adam Peyton.
Age: 15.
Sex: Male.
Occupation Student/Unemployed.
Appearance: Adam has short, straight, light blonde hair. His eyes are a light hazel, his skin is light and he is of above average height, and just below average weight for his age. Currently he has on a grey hoodie and jeans. It's not too detailed of a description but I don't know what else to say.
Personal Belongings: - His backpack, which has been emptied of most of it's papers and pencils, but still contains a few leftovers.

- His father's machete.

- Four cans of food, a chocolate bar, a medium-sized bag of chips and two bottles of water.

- A pair of walkie talkies (with batteries, which he also has an extra pack of)

- Night Vision goggles.

Personality: Adam is introspective, enjoying exploring the boundaries of his mind as opposed to the world around him though that's not to say he doesn't like to test out it's different possibilities out of pure curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, information. He first and foremost uses logic to guide his actions, not letting his emotions or social niceties get in the way of his actions. This is another way of saying he can be quite insensitive and tactless, making him a shitty diplomat or inspirational speaker, even if he is self-aware. Truth matters much more to him then any of this nonsense, and he is fair and unbiased in his deliberations. Despite all of this he isn't very serious or uptight, or at least doesn't seem as such, and can be sentimental at times (though tries not to get carried away.) He can also feel incredible guilt at even the smallest of things assuming he was wrong or unnecessarily harsh even for his own standards.

He prefers mercy over justice, being surprisingly forgiving. When making choices, he does what makes the most sense to him as opposed to what the group wants, but he doesn't let his feelings get in the way of these decisions.

Adam is indecisive because rather than quickly making decisions, he prefers to mull things over, trying to fill in the blanks, be as objective as possible and compare and contrast information. He can also feel incredible guilt at even the smallest of things assuming he was wrong or unnecessarily harsh even for his own standards. But, if there's one thing that's certain, he doesn't have much tolerance for stupidity.

Biography (two good paragraphs at least): wip
Strengths: A lot of this can be found in his personality and appearance. I guess I could add that he is knowledgeable, tech-savvy and pretty tolerant to pain.
Weaknesses: A lot of this can be found in his personality and appearance. I guess I could add that he has no experience with weapons, can be quite forgetful at times and shouldn't be trusted with management or accounting. He's not the most efficient lad, especially when it comes to mathematics..
Miscellaneous: N/A.
RP Examples: wip

[Ihury]

Well well well, I happen to be in the mood for something dark myself.

Two apps incoming: one for a young guy and one for an old guy.

[Cainesland]

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Name: Mordimer Krankheit
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Occupation

May 2008 - Aug 2008
Airplane training

Sept 2008 - April 2009
History Student

May 2009 - Aug 2009
Working at a Radio Station

Sept 2009 - April 2010
History Student

May 2010 - Aug 2010
Working at a Radio Station

Sept 2010 - April 2011
History Student

May 2011 - August 2011
Museum Worker

Sept 2011 - April 2012
History Student

May 2012 - Aug 2012
Airplane training

Sept 2012 - April 2013
History student

May 2013 - Aug 2013
Museum Worker

Sept 2013 - April 2014
Archive Student

May 2014 - Aug 2014
Working at a Newspaper

Sept 2014 - April 2015
Archive Student

May 2015 - Aug 2015
Working at a Newspaper

Sept 2015 - April 2016
Archive Student

May 2016 - Aug 13 2018
City Archivist

Appearance:

Personal Belongings:
Pack of 52 playing cards
Watch
Phone
Car keys, Condo Keys, Plane Keys
Wallet holding cash, drivers license, insurance card, pilots license, Police issued press pass, Debit Card, Credit Card, and Photos of him on vacation.
Reusable Water Bottle containing water
Briefcase containing a Newspaper, a bottle of Advil, Aspirin, Tylenol, and cough medicine, Kleenex, a Journal and box of mechanical pencils with replacement led, a camera with a replacement battery, extra memory card, charger, and a Hermes Rocket Portable Typewriter.
Rucksack containing: one sleeping bag, one man tent, 2 water filters, hygiene kit containing (2 bars of soap, 2 tubes of toothpaste, 2 toothbrushes, 1 full shaving cream can, and 4 razors), 2 changes of clothes and a jacket, rope, hatchet, Swiss Army knife, 2 compression bags to keep the clothes in, 1 compression bag holding (a Polaroid insta film camera, 1 additional ribbon for the typewriter, 2 static free “glasses cleaner” cloths, and 2 cases of film) and 2 garbage bags to keep things dry.

Personality:
Before the apocalypse, Mordimer was considered to be a fairly Civilized gentleman. He was nice, polite, and likes to help other people. These traits helped to meet new people, have fun, and do well as a student, radio operator, reporter, and archiver.

Biography (two good paragraphs at least):

- Mordimer was born in the year 1990. When he was 7 years old in 1997 he became interested in the piano. He acquired a small piano to learn on, and in 1999 he started learning more about the piano in band class. When he was in Grade 10 at the age of 15 in 2005 he got involved in Automotives class, Drama class, Gym, and continued with Band. In 2006 he switched to learning about multi media and joined the school newspaper. In 2007 he graduated from high school.

In 2008 the market crashed and Mordimer began going to university to study History. The summer before university would be spent training for his pilots license. It would be a good achievement and a source of joy in the coming years to go in the air. As time went on he adopted the minor in journalism to get more expierience in radio, and newspapers and telling stories. This expierience would be channeled when for the first 2 summers of his degree he began working at a local radio station. He would be assisting during the first summer, and by the second summer he was given some times to help out. He was a guest on the radio, assisted with music choices, filled in when people were sick, and got to host or co-host once or twice.

After working for the radio channel he would except size his enjoyment of history by getting a job at a civilian museum in town. He would get involved with the front desk and tours, and learn first aid in case anyone had an accident. During the fourth summer he upgraded his pilots license. History was something that he enjoyed Learning about and so he decided to persue it. Mordimer would conclude his bachelors by spending the summer working at a museum again, but this time he would be dealing with a military museum assisting with the archiving of old materials.

The following September he started his Masters of Archiving degree. During the first summer of which he was working at a newspapers office assisting around the office, learning about what they did and applying the knowledge he had gained before at school and in Radio. The following summer he was allowed to return and this time he helped to investigat and write one or 2 stories.
He would write letters to the editors for the next few years.

In 2016 he would graduate from his masters and get a job with the city of Wilmington as an archivist. The next 2 weeks would be spend in the city hall, archiving and preserving old documents, and attending meetings. Things would change on August 13th of 20-8.

Biography (two good paragraphs at least):

- Born 1990

- Piano 1997

- Pilots License

- Bachelor of history, minor in journalism (5 years) - Started 2009, Graduated 2014

- Master of archiving (3 years) - Started 2014, Graduated 2016

- August 13 2018 (Date of Outbreak)

- August 29 2018 (Current Date)

Strengths:
Pilots license
Writing
Radios
Cards
History
Driving
Public speaking
Piano

Weaknesses:
Indecisive. While minor decisions don’t necessarily take a long time to make, it can take a while to make a major decision.

Civilized. Though treating others well could be considered a strength before the apocalypse, it can become a liability after. He doesn’t like violence too much, and likes to try peaceful negotiation before violent conflicts occur.

*Worst Fears:
Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):
Occasionally spent time playing blackjack and bridge

RP Examples:

Aug 16 2018
Mordimer looked around him at the hospital. Gurneys were stretched along the white washed walls. The Straps on the beds were undone and hanging loosely by the sides of the bed. Bodies that had once adorned the beds in various stages of life, were now removed. Soldiers were stationed at each end of the hall. The soldiers seemed to eye him as he looked down in his journal to take notes, and look up to snap photos, but they left him be. In the other room the sound of a quarantine could be heard. Mordimer police pass only allowed him so far though, and safety and public perception had to be considered when these matters were being brought up. It would be expected He made his way down the hall, camera put away, and peered into the room.
The people looked frightened and fatigued. Various injuries looked like they had been sustained on a few of their persons. A few of these, scratches, bites, and the like seemed better than others. Some had taken it worse and were in declining health, among those strapped to the gurneys.

Mordimer looked away from the room. It was rumoured that something would be done to people like this. It was also rumoured that people in this condition did not survive too long, be that from the guards, or the illness. If it was the illness, from what he could tell the pandemic was killing people in less than 48 hours. It was concerning. Looking towards the soldiers, they looked like they had faces of steel. The faces were unflinching in their discipline and watch of the room.

Having received his story of the updates for the third day he left the 4th floor of the hospital.

WIP

[Ihury]

Edit(s): spelling and grammar

Name
Theodor Arvid Åsmund Gustafsson
Known professionally as Theo Gustafsson

Age
79
(Born 26 April 1939, in Uppsala, Sweden)

Sex
Male

Occupation

• Piano teacher (2003 - present)
• Principal guest conductor, New York Philharmonic Orchestra (1999 - 2003)
• Principal conductor, Uppsala Symphonic Orchestra (1973 - 1998)
• Concert pianist (1968 - 1973)
• Piano teacher (1963 - 1968)

Appearance

Height: 177cm (5ft 8in) | Weight: 68kg (150lbs) | Hair colour: White | Eye colour: Blue

Slightly hunched, but dignified and sophisticated nonetheless, Theo Gustafsson comes across as a well-groomed person, given the smart (yet simple) manner in which he dresses, suggesting a prestigious history; indeed, just as he was highly demanding of his orchestras when it came to personal presentation, Theo, too, is always dressed well, combing his sparse white hair neatly and neatly tucking in his well-pressed short-sleeved office shirts into his smart trousers, covering everything up with a pastel-green windbreaker. In colder weather, Theo simply throws on a long, furry trench coat given to him by his uncle in Sweden, when he was living in Uppsala during his stint as Uppsala Symphonic Orchestra's principal conductor.

Having been conscious of his health his whole life, Theo is still relatively strong for a man of his age, possessing an impressive amount of mobility and independence compared to other octogenarians (although he does require a walking stick to stabilise himself). Though he is unable to engage in strenuous exercise too often, Theo stretches and does push-ups every morning upon waking, as well as right before going to bed in the night; this, combined with regular walks around his apartment, help contribute to his lean, relatively fit figure.

Theo carries a fountain pen with him all the time; it is made of mahogany, and is engraved with his and his late wife's names. He clips this fountain pen in his shirt pocket, and is never seen without it.

Personal Belongings

• Mahogany iridium-tipped fountain pen - a gift from his wife, Maria, on his 60th birthday. Initially engraved with his name (THEO A A GUSTAFSSON), Theo had his wife's name (MARIA J E ÅKERLUND) engraved on the pen after her death in 2009.
• Walking cane - just a run-of-the-mill aluminium walking stick purchased from a pharmacy. It has, nevertheless, served Theo very well for the six years that he has been using it.
• Brown Goldlion wallet with US$95.75, €42.00, and JP¥10,000 - Theo keeps some foreign currency on him, just in case.
• Small flask of Cointreau (8oz) - for emergencies.
• Five-leafed clover - flattened and preserved, and then wedged somewhere in his wallet.
• F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night - Theo's favourite novel. He has read it at least five times over.
• J. S. Bach: Cello Suites, performed by Maria Åkerlund - in memory of his wife, Theo carries around a vinyl recording of what she considered to be her best performance. Her recording cannot be found on iTunes or Spotify; seeing an old-fashioned gramophone on which he can play the recording makes his heart go wild.
• Brown Bvlgari leather briefcase
• Victorinox Swiss Army Knife
• iPhone 6+

While not a "personal belonging", Theo owns a labrador named Andrew.

Personality
As a conductor, Theo Gustafsson was notorious for his highly demanding and perfectionist style of leadership and conducting; he was, in fact, known affectionately (and slightly fearfully) in the New York Philharmonic as "Swedish Stalin". Outside of work, however, Theo is a friendly, amicable person, with whom anybody can easily sit down and have a coffee (normal and Irish alike). Knowledgeable on a wide range of topics, Theo loves having deep conversations, especially about things he is passionate about, such as music, poetry, and birds (he is an avid, self-described ornithologist).

Described by many as a true gentleman, Theo has a manner of sophistication and refinement that, while clearly indicative of his upper-class background, is hardly overbearing. He is keenly aware of his tone, and depending on the context, will consciously adjust accordingly so as not to accidentally offend or make uncomfortable anybody he speaks with.

A highly emotional and expressive man, Theo expresses his feelings freely and unreservedly, but also worries if he has accidentally offended people by accident by his frankness. He is caring and altruistic, perhaps overly so (by his own reckoning), and sometimes even feels guilty throwing away broken, unfixable objects that he has had for a long time.

Theo was a friend of the late conductors Klaus Tennstedt and Leonard Bernstein; his favourite piece of music is Jean Sibelius' Finlandia, which he performed only once, in St Petersburg, in 1992. An atheist, Theo nevertheless believes that he will be reincarnated after he dies, and holds on to the belief that he will once again be with his beloved wife.

Biography
Theodor Arvid Åsmund Gustafsson was born in Uppsala, Sweden; his parents divorced when he was five, and custody of Theodor went to his mother (his elder brother, Martin, went with his father; they never met again), who moved to Stockholm with little Theo, settling in a rather affluent suburban area.

From young, Theo displayed an interest in music, as well as absolute pitch; in 1959, he left Sweden and went to London, where he studied piano and conducting at Trinity College, obtaining an LTCL in 1960. In December 1961, he met cellist and fellow Swede Maria Juni Elsa Åkerlund (1940 - 2009), whom he married on his birthday the following year, 26 April 1962. She was to be his partner for the next 47 years, until her death in 2009; infertile, the couple never had children.

From 1963 to 1968, Theo taught piano lessons to children, but found that his impatient and emotional temperament wasn't suitable; as such, he attempted to record albums to earn a living. One of his recordings, of Beethoven's Pathétique, was a huge success, and Theo Gustafsson soon rose to prominence as a concert pianist of impeccable technique and flowing emotion. He performed several hundred concerts over the next few years, until he sustained an injury to his left index finger in 1973 and was, thus, forced to end his career as a pianist.

Later that year, Theo received an invitation from Uppsala Symphonic Orchestra, offering him the position of Principal Conductor; he accepted the position, and Theo and Maria moved back to Sweden. Theo would move back in with his mother until her death in 1986, whereupon he continued living with Maria alone.

In 1998, Theo retired from the Uppsala Symphonic Orchestra, and took a year off to travel with his wife. He spent seven months travelling around Japan with her, before finally returning to Uppsala in November 1998, whereupon he received an invitation from the New York Philharmonic Orchestra to serve as Principal Guest Conductor. Theo accepted, and he and his wife moved, once again, to New York. In 2001, both of them obtained US citizenship.

Weary from his frequent travels and feeling old age catch up to him, Theo retired for good in 2003 and moved with Maria to the small city of Wilmington, NC, where he, funnily enough, began teaching piano lessons to children once again (having found that he had, over age, mellowed significantly).

In 2009, Maria was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which rapidly spread to her stomach and her liver. Both Theo and Maria opted to discontinue treatment, and Maria died peacefully on 10 December 2009, at the age of 69. Theo took a flight first to Japan, where he scattered half of her ashes over the Naruto Strait (which he visited with her 11 years ago), and then flew to his hometown Uppsala, where he buried the other half of her ashes in the graveyard his mother was buried in.

That year, Theo spent his Christmas alone for the first time, and unable to control his feelings of loss, bought a labrador puppy from a nearby pet shop to help him cope with the loneliness; he named the puppy Andrew, after his favourite English poet, Andrew Marvell.

Slowly, he began to come to terms with life as it was, choosing to enjoy every moment of the quiet days that remained for him, rather than to pine for the days past. He began to find greater and greater joy in teaching piano to the neighbourhood children, whom he charged relatively little money (given his credentials); for the most part, Theo was happy to live simply, in obscurity (just as he liked; he hated celebrity), ready to quietly become one with nature when death called.

Of course, a zombie apocalypse was probably the last thing on his mind.

Strengths
Sadly for Theo, there are hardly any skills of his that are useful in a zombie apocalypse; however, the fact that he is well-known and well-loved in the local community stands well in his favour.

• Ornithological knowledge - One of Theo's more surprising skills is his extensive knowledge of birds. A lifelong bird lover, he has memorised hundreds of species of birds, and while he would prefer to simply observe them in the wild, Theo is, very reluctantly, able to point out birds that can be eaten.
• Linguistics - Theo is fluent in English and Swedish, and moderately proficient in Japanese, having spent seven months travelling across Japan with his wife. He can also speak a rudimentary amount of German.
• Charisma and renown - Being a former high-profile musician and active participant in community activities, Theo is relatively well known around the parts of town he lives in, and has a reputation for being a kind man who is willing to help others without expecting any rewards or favours in return. Assuming the best of humans in times of crisis, he probably won't have trouble finding someone willing to help him (assuming any of them are still alive).

Weaknesses

• Old age - Though he is relatively fit for a man of almost 80 years, Theo is still, at the end of the day, an old man. He needs to use a cane every time he leaves his house, has a restricted diet because of his gout (i.e. he cannot eat more than a certain amount of protein in a single day), and is farsighted, requiring glasses to see.
• Emotion - A deeply emotional man, Theo often spends a lot of time brooding, daydreaming, or thinking about the past; by extension, his decision-making process is also guided primarily by his emotions and his principles, which, while not an inherently negative trait, isn't exactly the best way to be in a zombie apocalypse.
• Overly altruistic and idealistic - Theo always tries to see the best in humans. This gives him a positive outlook on life that has helped see him through times of hardship, but he is also, undoubtedly, a little naïve sometimes. It will take a lot to get Theo to even wound another man.

Worst Fears

• Loneliness - Theo has more or less come to terms with the brevity of life, and while he is in no hurry to die, he doesn't fear death. In his own words, "when you do not fear death, you fear nothing." What he DOES fear, however, is loneliness; the emptiness associated with being devoid of anybody to rely on, of having nothing to look forward to. Briefly he experienced this sensation, just after his wife passed on quietly, with him by her side.
  
  It was a sensation not of pain or anguish or bitterness, but of disappointment. And that, in a way, was worse than any tortured, writhing breathlessness that mere sadness could hurl at anyone.

Miscellaneous
If possible, I'd like for my two characters to start together. If that's not possible, it's also fine.

RP Examples

Shiro's apartment
Los Angeles, CA
United States of America

For all the small-time fame the Furious Four achieved around their usual haunt, the news of Shiro Kamii's death hardly made news; a few newspapers made side notes in their inner columns, noting that "Youth Killed in Fatal Car Accident" had happened somewhere in the city to some person whose face didn't even appear in the papers.

Suspiciously, neither did his real name.

" 'James Lee'?" Yuri, who had slept over in Shiro's apartment, angrily questioned as he scrutinised the column detailing the death of his friend in the newspaper that he had bought during his quick trip to McDonalds. By then, the room, still in an absolute shambles (he hadn't been in the mood to clean up Shiro's apartment, understandably), was beginning to develop a stale smell of unwashed laundry. "Burning assholes can't even..."

Coughing, Yuri clambered to his feet and leapt over to the windows, which he promptly threw open, sun from the outside trickling violently in. The analog clock hanging on the wall, at least six minutes slow, read 6:44AM.

A pounding on the bedroom door was heard.

"Who the hell are you?" yelled Yuri, the bags under his eyes as scratchy as his voice.

"I'm Darren Tyson from Figure Focus", came a weedy, trilling voice from the other end of the room. "I was told somebody had come into the house of James Lee. Can I come in?"

"Piss off now", was Yuri's reply.

"I understand", came the reporter's voice again, after a brief pause, "that it's a tough time for you. However... if you'll spare me just one hour of your time, I can pay you-"

"Kakogo huya ty yescho tut stolish, suka?! Idi na hui, schas pa yebalu poluchish."

Darren Tyson did not reply.

As he slowly raised his eyes to the bedroom door (which he had barricaded, so as to hide the contents of Shiro's most private room), Yuri fumbled around the hole that he had found under Shiro's bed, reaching once again for the note that he had found underneath the costume. He had had five missed calls from Anthony and Eduardo's numbers, but, feeling absolutely bewildered and drained by the sudden flurry of events in the last night, could not bring himself to pick up the phone. After a certain point in time, both of them had stopped calling him, but for some reason, neither of them had come down to Shiro's apartment itself.

Who the hell are you?

Feeling a sudden lurching in his stomach again, barely minutes after he had swallowed the last of the McDonald's burgers he had bought earlier that morning just before sunrise, Yuri stumbled clumsily to his feet, rubbing his aching left knee, dragging himself to the bathroom along the bumpy, lizard-proofed walls, where he suddenly collapsed by the side of the toilet, his hands clutching the toilet seat so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Ah, pizdets, u menya...!"

An explosion of orange vomit splattered against the light blue porcelain of Shiro's bathroom's toilet.

Tell me what you know about the affair between Ioseb Mikheilis Endronikashvili and Ekaterina Yurievna Lavrova.

Another series of rhythmic knocks against the door, this time more measured and composed than those of the reporter.

When Yuri could vomit no more, he weakly clambered up, flushing the toilet once and then, seeing that there was still vomit in the water, pressed the button again. It took almost a minute before the cistern could fill up completely, prolonged even further by Yuri's incessant pressing.

"Fuckin' apartments."

How would I know? Please let me go, I've got to go for dinner with my wife in an hour...

Again, the same rhythmic knocks on the door, this time accompanied by a voice.

"You! In there! Are you related to Shiro Kamii in any way?"

Yuri stopped dead in his tracks.

This man behind the door knew Shiro's real name.

For a brief moment, Yuri hovered in the bathroom between opening the door for the man to come in and waiting for him to leave on his own. Part of him quietly wished that he could just melt, there and then, and trickle down the hole that Shiro had carved beneath his bed to conceal his deepest secrets, far from the restless echoes of the outside world, where one was compelled, should he wish to survive, to spit bravely in the face of adversity. Nobody had considered the ones who were born without saliva glands.

Such was the world dominated by the ones who cruised along in life without the slightest difficulty. Not the ones who had to work hard for what they wanted; that was the easy part. The ones who cruised along in life were the ones who would never be faced with the magnificent burden of having to confront themselves, their own emotions. The ones who could solve the depression of others not by helping, but by telling them to be happy; the ones who could, in total seriousness and absolute, buddha-like tranquility, tell Joseph Stalin to go open a grocery shop.

But then the knocks on the door grew louder and louder, as did the voice, inquiring whether or not there was anybody in the room, and the other part of Yuri Iosifovich Muratov brought him to the door, cleared the barricade, raised his hand to the doorknob, and unlocked it.

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Name
Jiro Miyazaki
(宮崎二朗, Miyazaki Jirō)

Age
18
(Born 21 January 2000, in Wilmington, NC, United States)

Sex
Male

Occupation

• Student (2006 - 2018)
• Server + barista at the Yudin Café (2016 - 2018)

Appearance

Height: 173cm (5ft 6in) | Weight: 61kg (134lbs) | Hair colour: Black | Eye colour: Brown (amber in strong light)

Jiro is a fairly good-looking teenage boy of Japanese descent; funnily enough, he simply looks ambiguously East Asian, even to other East Asians, who sometimes mistake him for a Vietnamese.

Most of the time, Jiro dresses simply and comfortably, opting for comfort over style and fashion; his outfit usually consists of a T-shirt (sometimes with graphics) and slim jeans with a pair of classic white Adidas Superstars with black stripes. During winter months, he adds a grey windbreaker (from a discount store), a bright red beanie (also from a discount store), and a pair of white gloves (also from a discount store) to his usual outfit. The red beanie, in particular, is part of his trademark winter look, just as his full head of scruffy black hair is his trademark summer look.

Being rather athletic, Jiro has a slender, well-toned figure, visible only when he wears tank tops or when he goes topless at the beach. When working out, he either wears running shorts or a pair of black discount-store tracksuit pants with a single white stripe going down the side of each leg; this pair of tracksuit pants has lasted far longer than Jiro expected, although he did change the elastic waistband some time ago (he liked the feel of the pants too much to throw it away).

Personal Belongings

• Navajo turquoise arrowhead pendant - A trinket purchased from a Navajo Indian in 2014, when Jiro went on a middle-school trip to the Grand Canyon. He wears it around his neck almost all the time.
• Genki Japanese textbook, Vol. 2 - Jiro is trying to become fluent in his mother tongue.
• Sankokushi (三国志) (Abridged) - An abridged Japanese translation of the original Chinese classic, targeted at readers with upper-primary school levels of fluency in Japanese. See the above point.
• Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita - Jiro has a habit of reading one book every two weeks. This happens to be the book he is on at the moment.
• Haribo Goldbären x1 packet - For emergencies.
• Discount store transparent plastic pencil box - Filled primarily with ordinary pens and pencils, along with a penknife, a stapler, two boxes of colourful staples, and a sharpener.
• Blue Adidas running shoes - What it says on the can; a pair of shoes for running.
• Orange shoe bag - For keeping those running shoes. The brand has long since faded, which suggests it was probably, like many of the things Jiro owns, a discount store product.
• BAND AID adhesive plasters - In case of small, annoying wounds.
• Yellow Fjällräven-Kånken backpack - A Christmas present from his mother in 2015. The bag has lasted longer than Jiro expected.

Personality
Quiet and unassuming, Jiro is the sort of person who fits in nicely just about anywhere. He is easygoing and talks little, speaking only when necessary; small talk about what so-and-so did during their shamelessly flagrant holiday in Thailand barely ever interests him, if at all.

Jiro has a soft spot for the elderly, having grown up with his grandparents, and aspires to be a geriatric physiotherapist. He finds great joy in talking to old people, believing them to be (generally) pleasant to speak with, brimming with valuable knowledge and fascinating anecdotes of times past.

(In contrast, he isn't particularly fond of young children, whom he finds rather annoying.)

Those who get to know Jiro on a deeper level will often comment on his determination; underneath his calm, bashful exterior, Jiro has an intense will, and will fight wholeheartedly for whatever he sets his mind on. Though he is not very academically inclined, Jiro is still, nonetheless, a deeply thoughtful individual with a keen cognisance of his own emotional state and a big heart for those whom he feels to be underprivileged- the latter perhaps excessively so, at times.

Raised in a nominally Zen Buddhist family, Jiro attended a Lutheran church for a while in 2016 but, finding it rather boring, left after three months. He considers himself "just another organism in this Earth", echoing the words of Serj Tankian: "I have the same religion as that tree over there".

Jiro is homosexual. He mentions this casually with his closest friends, but remains deeply closeted every other time, being rather paranoid of reprisals of any sort.

Biography
Born on 21 January 2000 to second-generation Japanese Americans living in Wilmington, NC, Jiro is an only child; his mother had a miscarriage three years before.

Perhaps owing to what had happened to his elder brother who never was (whom his parents refer to as Ichiro "first son", as compared to Jiro "second son"), Jiro's parents were very protective of their only child. He recalls how, throughout his childhood, his parents (and especially his father) were always scolding him for the slightest wrongdoings, regardless of whether they were intentional or accidental; it is to this that Jiro attributes his feelings of anxiety and paranoia in the present day.

In 2007, just shortly before he was to begin elementary school, Jiro's father was posted to New Jersey for a five year stint by the company he worked for; unwilling to relocate from the city they had lived in for several decades, but also unable to take care of her son on her own, Jiro's mother had his grandparents (i.e. her parents, first-generation Japanese immigrants who emigrated to the US in 1977) move in with them. With his surprisingly liberal, laissez-faire grandparents around, Jiro found himself experiencing a lot more freedom than when his father had been around. He began to play with the other kids at the park, and on the insistence of his grandfather, took to learning his mother tongue (an endeavour he would only start taking seriously when he was 14 or so.

As his grandparents grew older and older, Jiro began to help his mother take care of them, learning to cook simple meals and how to sew. The appreciation he received from his now infirm grandparents touched Jiro in a way he never felt before; from his final days as a preteen child, from the day his grandfather died at the age of 77 on 14 June 2012, Jiro knew he would grow up to help make the world a better place for those who were too old to care for themselves.

He would, later on, learn that his father was having an affair with his boss in New Jersey, starting from 2009; to save her son the heartache of having to grapple with his parents' long-distance divorce, Jiro's mother told him that his father's stint in NJ had been extended for several more years.

Other than the incident with his father, Jiro's childhood was more or less normal and stable. Between 2009 and 2014, he took piano lessons from a kindly old man whom he addressed as Mr Theo; according to his mother, "Mr Theo" used to be a very famous and well-acclaimed conductor, but to Jiro, he was just good old Mr Theo, the piano teacher who wore almost exactly the same thing every time he came over, and who often exclaimed "Smörgåsbröd!" when he was shocked.

He worked as a waiter at a small café named "ЮДИН КАФЕ" owned by a fat Russian man everyone called Ilya Ilyich, a café that, interestingly, was also frequented by Mr Theo. He continued to play with the other kids at the park (who had pretty much grown up with him), though their play had become more sophisticated and looked more like gymnastic showoff sessions; one boy in particular, a half-black half-Chinese dude who did wushu and taekwondo, caught Jiro's eye; for a long time, he could not peel his eyes off the dude (and, specifically, his shredded quadriceps), but could never quite muster the courage to talk to him or ask him for his name.

Upon graduating from high school right smack in the middle of his cohort in terms of SAT scores, Jiro opted to work longer hours at the Yudin Café (meals courtesy of Mr Ilya Ilyich) during the time that he was looking for a college course to which he could apply. Preferably something related to physiotherapy, Jiro thought; he very much wanted to work at a hospital to take care of the poor, injured old people who didn't have grandchildren to look after them.

Things changed, of course, on 29 August 2018. That was the date when Jiro's dear grandmother died at the age of 80. It was also the day that the dead came back to life, but, cruelly, not in the way that Jiro would have hoped.

Strengths

• Athletics: Jiro is highly athletic, and possesses high levels of physical fitness and strength; he goes running and does HIIT on a regular basis. He is also very agile; he is able to perform a butterfly kick and an aerial cartwheel.
  
• Cooking: Having learned how to cook while taking care of his grandparents, Jiro is able to whip up simple, homely meals on demand. He also knows how to make coffee, courtesy of Mr Ilya Ilyich's tutelage.
  
• Willpower: As noted by those who know him, Jiro has an exceptional willpower hidden beneath his shy exterior; with just a little nudging and a cause to strive for, he can be expected to put his entire mind and soul into whatever he has chosen to devote himself to.

Weaknesses

• Emotional: Although he doesn't show it, Jiro is heavily affected by the things he sees around him. He often feels as if he must take on the entire world's burdens on his shoulders, an emotionally-draining state of mind that often leads him to great distress.
  
• Anxiety and lack of confidence: Perhaps owing to his overly strict upbringing in the first six or seven years of his life, Jiro is often highly anxious about his decisions, and is not very confident in himself and in his convictions; he often has to seek the assurance and/or affirmation of other people before making major decisions, which often holds him back more than necessary.
  
• Quick to jump to conclusions: Jiro is not particularly good at strategising, and though he tries to keep a rational mind at all times, stressful situations can sometimes get to him and cause him to leap over the chasm before measuring how wide it is.
  
• Arachnophobia: Jiro has a debilitating fear of spiders; even the smallest of spiders terrify him, often to a humorous extent.

Worst Fears

• To lose sight of who he is: Jiro has a dream.
  
  He wants to chase this dream, and he does not want the light to ever be smothered. The day his aspiration is silenced will be the final day of his life.
• Turning into one of... them: Unsurprisingly, given how much he values his individuality, Jiro’s deepest, most eerie fear is of losing his mind to whatever it was that was infecting the ones from whom they were trying to escape. To be absorbed into the Devil, rather than to be tortured by or alongside him; that was the worst possible fate imaginable.

Miscellaneous
-NIL-

RP Examples
Already provided in the first app

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Please don't pull the trigger Kentucky, I'll look into this promise!

[Beiarusia]

I'll throw something together soon.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Nelson Andrews.

Name
Theodor Arvid Åsmund Gustafsson
Known professionally as Theo Gustafsson

Name
Jiro Miyazaki
(宮崎二朗, Miyazaki Jirō)

All are Accepted.

Name: Adam Peyton.

I know the app isn't finished yet, but I just wanted to clarify if the night vision goggles were civilian or military. I would much prefer they be civilian as I don't want anybody other than soldiers to have military gear in the RP.

Please don't pull the trigger Kentucky, I'll look into this promise!

Yeah, you better do it.

: )

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name:Private Alexandra McMillian

Also Accepted.

[Fantrum]

Tag! Now should I bring back Madi or try something new? Hmmmm.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Name: Caitlin Hart
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Occupation Program Manager/Coordinator at the local (Wilmington) government. Was working on several projects regarding road maintenance and planning within the area.
Appearance: A Caucasian woman, with (dark) blond hair and brown eyes with a lithe build. Tall, at 182cm. Weighs 55kg.
Personal Belongings:

• SIG Sauer P320 9mm Para.
• Two full 17 round 9x19mm Parabellum cartridges, one half-empty cartridge with 7 rounds left. A holster for it.
• A sharp meat knife.
• Some fresh clothes: A clean shirt, underwear, a few pairs of socks, and a pair of clean jeans.
• A towel.
• Two plastic water bottles - one of them a reusable one, the other a 1 liter plastic bottle.
• Chewing gum bottle, half-empty.
• Samsung Galaxy Note 9 Smartphone, turned off. 83% battery remaining. Earbuds and charger for it.
• Small powerbank, fully charged.
• Notepad and ballpoint pen.
• Backpack to store all of her things in!
• Wallet with ID, debit card, credit card, driver's license, and 53 dollars cash.

Personality: Caitlin Hart is what plenty of human resource management-oriented people would describe as a natural leader, possessing various personality traits that resonate with their ideal type. She does well in social interactions and is a generally friendly person, more extroverted than she is an introvert. She is a generally open-minded person, open to other people's thoughts and ideas, even if she may often enough not agree with them. During her work for the City of Wilmington, for example, she remained open for input from locals living within the vicinity of the projects she was working on. Committed, Caitlin is someone who will stick with the things she intends to do and is not one for giving up quick. At the same time, she's a responsible person, owing up to her own faults should such be necessary for one reason or another. She's good at talking and likes to do it lots, but knows when to shut her mouth as well.
Biography: Born on the 7th of July, 1991 in the city of Greensboro, North Carolina, Caitlin Hart grew up in a middle-class family together with an older brother. At the age of eleven, her parents divorced, and she spent her weekends at her father's while the weekdays she stayed at her mother's new residence - although both still remained living in Greensboro. This, paired with how the divorce went with relatively little volatile fighting meant that it was just slightly less rough on both Caitlin and her brother than it is often on the children in such occasions. Her brother soon moved out, however, together with his then-girlfriend to escape the situation, regardless, starting to work in a local downtown garage.

Caitlin did well at school, and so it was that after graduation from high school she managed to get herself into university at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, landing herself with a Master's Degree in Urban Studies and Planning after six years of studying at the age of 24. Her time spent at the University of North Carolina was relatively unremarkable, the young woman doing just well enough to get along with the study program fine, and doing all the things university students do. After getting her degree, she spent several months looking for job vacancies that both appealed and suited her within the state, wishing to stay at least somewhat in the vicinity of her direct family. Eventually, she found a position as a project/program manager specialized in urban planning in the city of Wilmington that didn't require years of prior job experience in the field. She was hired, and moved to Wilmington.

With a well-paying job, a nice enough home, and pleasant coworkers, life was going just fine for Caitlin for several years, save for a few failed relationships, and for the past few months she has been working on revitalizing some of the road networks within the area, both to improve the life of locals that have to use them and to ease the traffic burden on several of the more frequently used roads around Wilmington.

Alas, several months in and some unfortunate complications surfaced - namely, the start of the global outbreak of what has to be the deadliest plague in the history of mankind. At first, Caitlin could not believe what the news was telling her, but it became evident rather quickly that they were, in fact, speaking the truth. As the military arrived and the outbreak spread, she quickly stocked up on water, food, and various other supplies, hoping for the best. That would not happen, unfortunately, and now what remains of the military presence in Wilmington has been overran, a radio message sent out to all remaining civilians for them to rally at a designated evac location to pull them out before the whole city is lost - and so it is she is now on her way towards this point, hoping to escape the horrid fate that awaits those that cannot get out of Wilmington in time.
Strengths:

• Planning & organizing is both what Caitlin is good at, and what she has made a career out of as a result. While not the most useful skill when faced with the direct threat of an encroaching zombie, it is most certainly of use outside of it, be it rationing whatever food is left, or planning out the next course of action.
• By extension, she possesses a great amount of leadership qualities, experienced with the aforementioned as well as in the delegation of tasks and good at clearly communicating instructions in a clear way, be it verbally or written.
• Caitlin is physically healthy and a cleanly person, if on the lighter side and physically weak.

Weaknesses:

• Physically weak - heavy lifting or withstanding strong blows is not among Caitlin's forte.
• Survival skills are something she generally does not possess. She has never received any sort of training in anything of the sort and neither has she ever even considered something like this happening. Always hated camping trips.
• Knowledge of the natural world is something she does not possess. Terribly inconvenient, all things considered, as this makes her reliant on others for a living, more and more so as items such as canned food will start to slowly disappear.
• Fear of the (un)dead - always someone insistent on cleanliness, although not obsessed with it like some, Caitlin does not do well in dealing with the dead at all, and while it is only natural to be afraid of the undead roaming the streets, she is just slightly more so than others.

Worst Fears:

• Death at the hands of one of the already dead - the fuel of nightmares.
• Spaces that are just too tight or small.
• On a grander scale, the complete collapse of society - this has, of course, already transpired in many ways, but Caitlin clings on to the hope of eventually coming to rebuild a proper, functioning society, rather than accepting the inevitable, complete breakdown of anything even remotely resembling civilized society.

Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add): please don't shoot me
RP Examples: you threatened to shoot me if I didn't join

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Caitlin Hart

Accepted.

[Helowi]

Name: Ronald Perry
Age: 47
Sex: Male
Occupation Accountant
Appearance:

Personal Belongings: Baseball Cap, Fire Axe, Photo of Daughter, Julia, Walther P99, 2 Magazines, inhaler.
Personality: Ronald has always been a very charismatic person. He usually tries to be as positive as he can, even in the darkest of situation. He usually is easy to work with and usually is more of a follower and less than a leader.
Biography (two good paragraphs at least): Perry was born as an only child in Wilmington. His father worked as a car salesman and his mother was a Preschool teacher. He grew up as an asthmatic kid, usually doing very little physical activity, as well as being socially awkward. Despite this, his dad began teaching him at a young age how to shoot a pistol, which would eventually encourage him to get a gun in the future.

During high school, Ronald began to become more socially active. Often being described as a class clown, but also as a very intelligent student. He graduated high school at the top of his class and eventually went to college to get a degree in accounting with a bachelors. He was hired by an accounting firm. Around this time, he got married to his wife, Olivia, and later in the year had his daughter, Julia.

Right before the incident happened, he got in a car accident and eventually was forced to get a prosthetic leg. He eventually was let off of work for a couple of months because of the accident. He was sent back to work right around day two of the infection. On day 3, the building he worked at had eventually picked up infected people, causing a disaster in the building. However, Ronald managed to escape after using a Fire Axe. He drove back to his house, waiting for his Wife and Duaghter to arrive, although he hasn’t seen them since day 3 of the infection. He now has gotten the radio signal, and realizes it’s time to get out of town.
Strengths: Great Aim has a phenomenal aim with a pistol.
Intelligent very intelligent in street smarts and book smarts
Calm under pressure usually can work well under even the most stressful of situations.
Weaknesses:Prosthetic leg just got a prosthetic leg and still has to get used to it.
Asthma has really terrible breathing after running.
Weak not really in top physical shape
*Worst Fears: That his wife and daughter have succumbed to the zombie virus.
Miscellaneous (anything else you’d like to add):
RP Examples: Precedent of the United States
2048 Presidential RP

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Ronald Perry

It's accepted, but I was wondering what you mean by 22 1/2 bullets?

[Helowi]

Name: Ronald Perry

It's accepted, but I was wondering what you mean by 22 1/2 bullets?

Sorry, I meant rounds. It was somewhat late when I wrote this.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

It's accepted, but I was wondering what you mean by 22 1/2 bullets?

Sorry, I meant rounds. It was somewhat late when I wrote this.

Oh no that's fine, I was moreso referring to the 1/2 bit. Does he have half of a bullet? I'm not a big gun guy, so forgive me if I'm missing something.

Alternatively, if you meant he had 22 and a half magazines, that's way too much, and I'd prefer it to be lowered a LOT. Like, to 1 or 2 magazines at most.

[Helowi]

Sorry, I meant rounds. It was somewhat late when I wrote this.

Oh no that's fine, I was moreso referring to the 1/2 bit. Does he have half of a bullet? I'm not a big gun guy, so forgive me if I'm missing something.

Alternatively, if you meant he had 22 and a half magazines, that's way too much, and I'd prefer it to be lowered a LOT. Like, to 1 or 2 magazines at most.

Yeah, not that big of a gun guy either. I edited it so it’s two magazines. Thank you for noticing.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Oh no that's fine, I was moreso referring to the 1/2 bit. Does he have half of a bullet? I'm not a big gun guy, so forgive me if I'm missing something.

Alternatively, if you meant he had 22 and a half magazines, that's way too much, and I'd prefer it to be lowered a LOT. Like, to 1 or 2 magazines at most.

Yeah, not that big of a gun guy either. I edited it so it’s two magazines. Thank you for noticing.

Cool man, thanks.

[Independent States of Tula]

Name: Benjamin Church

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Occupation Paramedic

Appearance: Ben Church 5’11’’ and 160 Ibs (Currently wearing military style woodland camouflage jacket and pants, with military style boots).

Personal Belongings:
1x Ruger Mini 14 with Folding Stock, and one 20rd magazine of .223 Remington FMJ rounds loaded.
1x 20rd magazine of .223 Remington FMJ rounds in pouch on belt.
3x Empty 20rd Magazines for .223 Caliber rounds, in pouches on belt.
1x S&W M&P 2.0 in .45 ACP, and one 10rd magazine of .45 ACP loaded. Holstered on hip.
2x Empty 10rd .45ACP magazines held in pouches on belt.
1x Buck Knife, held in medical backpack.
1x Survival Knife, on belt.
1x Water Canteen, on belt.
1x Pocket Constitution/Declaration of Independence
21x Single Serving MRE’s, enough for one person for one week, inside backpack.
1x Survival Medic Bag, contains:

Trauma and Bleeding Supplies

1 SOF-T Tactical Tourniquet (NEW 12/08/14) Excellent tourniquet for bleeding (default is SOF-T, Option to change to CAT Tourniquet brand above)

1 SWAT Tourniquet (as a back-up tourniquet and a primary tourniquet for children, elderly and anyone with thin arms)- new 08/5/16

1 CELOX-A APPLICATOR (for major external bleeding)- a syringe injector of granules deep inside narrow wounds

1 Celox Professional RAPID RIBBON 1" x 5'

1 Celox Professional RAPID Z-Fold 5’

1 Celox Professional GAUZE Z-Fold 10’

4 H and H Compressed Gauze 4” x 12 feet

1 HYFIN Chest Seal 2 Pack Vented (Entry and Exit wound seals)

1 Decompression Needle 14ga Sterile

20 ThyroSafe (tm) FDA approved Anti-Radiation Pills

1 Medi-First Bleeding and Burn Spray 3oz. (antiseptic, analgesic, protective coat)

1 Styptic Pencil (proven to help stop minor bleeding)

1 Cayenne Pepper Packet Large Size (may help with: applied in a wound for mild- moderate external bleeding)

8 Oral BERMAN AIRWAYS from pediatric to large adult sizes- Used to prevent airway blockage from allergic reactions while benadryl or an epi-pen is administered

1 CPR PTP II Pro Valve deluxe protection mask

10 Ammonia inhalants (1 box of 10)

4 Israeli/Emergency Compression Dressing/Bandages 6-inch

1 Nasopharyngeal Rusch Robertazzi Airway 30ga or 28ga w/lubricating jelly



Personal Protection Supplies:

4 Nitrile Hypoallergenic Sterile Large gloves size 8 (2 pair)

40 Nitrile Hypoallergenic Non-sterile gloves

1 Hand Sanitizer

10 N-95 masks (for use by the "medic" when caring for sneezing or coughing patients)

10 Surgical Ear Loop masks (for use of the sick patient to contain viral or bacterial droplets)

5 Bio Hazard Red Bags



DRESSINGS AND ANTISEPTICS:

1 Raw Unprocessed Honey 3.5 oz.

40 Gauze 12ply 4” x 4" Sterile (known as “Four by Fours”)

2 Multi-Trauma STERILE dressings Extra Large size 10" x 30"

200· Non-sterile gauze 12 ply (extra thick) 4” x 4" - Large "Brick", gauze can be used to stop bleeding and for cleaning wounds

10 Combine/ABD Pads STERILE (abdominal dressing) 5" x 9"

20 Telfa/Non-Stick gauze STERILE 3” x 4” (excellent for burn dressings)

12 Rolled Kerlix gauze 6"

1 Coban, Sensi Wrap, or Self-Adherent Wrap (great to hold dressings onto extremities without tape)

4 Blood-Stopper STERILE Dressings (1 ABD pad and 2 kerlix rolls attaches)

1 XEROFORM Occlusive/Petrolatum Dressing sterile 5" x 9"

1 Sterile OR Towel

20 Alcohol pads (great for cleaning instruments or your hands before putting on gloves)

20 BZK Antiseptic wipes (studies show this wipe used after animal bites may decrease rabies transmission)

20 Betadine packets (add 1 or 2 wipes to "drinkable" water for an antiseptic solution)

6 Betadine Swab sticks

1 Hydrogen Peroxide 3% large bottle 4 oz. (recommended as a gum and oral hygiene mouth wash)



1 Silver First Aid Solution Topical Treatment

1 Triple-Antibiotic Ointment Tube .33oz



WOUND CLOSURE MATERIALS/SUPPLIES:

20 Cotton Tipped Applicators, Sterile (2 per package x 10)

1 Paper tape 1" x 10 yards

1 Cloth tapes 1" x 10 yards

1 Duct tape 2" x 5 yards

4 Chux waterproof pads (for use as a clean area to lay out medical supplies in an austere location)

2 60 cc wound irrigation syringe (excellent for strong irrigation and cleaning of wounds)

60-100 Assorted sizes of bandages

5 Ex Large Bandaids

3 Super Glue packets or 2 larger size packets

1 Skin Stapler STERILE disposable with 35 regular staples

1 Skin Stapler STERILE remover

2 Adson Forceps (for use during stapling)

1 Suture Kit in Sterile Package:

1 Adson's Forceps

1 Needle Driver/Holder

1 Suture Scissors

1 Curved Kelly Clamp

5 Sterile Field and Drapes, gauze

*** 2 sided Picture Instruction Sheet for Suturing***

plus 4 nitrile gloves, 2 betadine wipes and 1 antibiotic creams

24 Steri-strips ½” x 4” (x4 envelopes of 6 strips)

1 Benzoin Tincture

2 Nylon sterile sutures 2-0/3-0 (Non-Absorbing)

4 Silk sterile sutures 2-0/3-0 (Non-Absorbing)

2 Chromic sterile sutures 4-0 (Absorbing)


INSTRUMENTS AND EQUIPMENT:

1 Head Lamp w/Batteries included

4 Glow Sticks Green, 12 Hour

1 Blood-Pressure Cuff &

1 Stethoscope

1 Thermometer

4 Scalpels- STERILE

1 Doctor's Pen light

1 Magnifying glass (true glass)

20 Feet ParaCord 550 strength

All Instruments are 100% Stainless Steel:

1 Bandage scissors 7.25" - HEAVY duty ALL METAL (NO plastic)

1 Mayo Scissors

1 Tweezers, metal

1 Iris/nail scissors

2 Curved Kelly clamp



DENTAL EQUIPMENT:


1 Dentek Temparin Max, lost tooth Dental filling and loose tooth repair kit

10 Tongue Depressors


ORTHOPEDIC/SKIN/Hypo or Hyperthermia SUPPLIES:

1 Cervical Collar 3" - universal size

4 Ace Wrap 4" bandages w/clips

4 Triangular bandages + Safety pins

1 Splint 4" x 36"- padded conforming (commonly called "sam" splint material)

1 Splint Finger Size - padded conforming

2 disposable Ice packs

2 Reusable Hot/Cold Packs



1 Muscle Rub

1 Fels Naptha, Poison Ivy/Oak Soap

12 Sting Relief Wipes

1 Soap Bar (important for daily hygiene and sanitation)

2 Moleskin Dr Scholl's extra thick padded squares 3" x 5"

4 Emergency Solar/MYLAR blankets

1 Gold Bond® Medicated body powder

1 Lip balm

1 Sunscreen SPF 30 4oz

1 ·Burn Jel large bottle 4 oz.- Lidocaine HCl 2.0 % (excellent burn treatment with lidocaine)

1 Athlete's foot cream

1 A & D Cream

1 Hydrocortisone Cream

1 Petroleum Jelly



EYE ISSUE SUPPLIES:

1 Eyewash 4 oz.

1 Eyecup

4 Eye pads



WATER/REHYDRATION SUPPLIES:

2 Waterproof Matches Box

50 POTABLE AQUA(tm) Water purification/ Germicidal tablets

2 GATORADE G2 Rehydration Powders

4 Rehydration Salt Packets (World Health Organization formula)

1 Emergency Water Bag 8L



ADDITIONAL MEDICATIONS:

40 Acetaminophen (generic Tylenol)

60 Aspirin

36 Diphenhydramine (generic benadryl)

40 Ibuprofen (generic advil)

60 Antacid tablets

12 Anti-diarrheal

25 Laxative tablets

24 Non-Drowsy Nasal Decongestant (phenylephrine HCl 10mg)

Personality: Stoic, quiet, and detached.

Biography: A native of Wilmington, NC, Ben was born to a normal working class family alongside an older brother and a younger sister. His father worked on the docks while his mother was an elementary school teacher, neither were rich but together they made it by and supported a family. Growing up Ben found himself enamored with stories of his nation's past, and was an avid fan of history programs and books. However come high school, Ben found a talent beyond his hobby, having been certified to give CPR after a health and fitness class Ben was able to make use of the skill when a classmate collapsed out of her seat in the middle of science class. Ben performed CPR for nearly twelve minutes before the paramedics arrived, in the end the girl lived, and Ben found a certain satisfaction knowing that he'd been a key part of saving her life. After graduating high school Ben signed up for EMT training at a local community college, completing the six month training and then going on to study to become a paramedic for the next two years while working as an EMT.

Ben passed his Paramedic Exam easily after two years of study and on the job training, eventually getting a job with a local fire station at the age of 19. The next four years were rather tame, Ben saved more lives than he could count, and occasionally had to announce some individuals as DOA, with one particularly traumatizing experience of watching a trucker burn to death when he was trapped inside his cabin after an accident. During this time life was rather good for Ben, his family life was healthy, he got to watch his little sister go off to university in Texas, his older brother moved to Florida and joined the Coast Guard, and his parents were able to continue making it by in Wilmington, appreciative of the fact that Ben had stayed in the city so that he could visit regularly. During this time Ben did what any normal young man with a decent job did, he enjoyed life, had several girlfriends come and go, and enjoyed the freedom of living in his own apartment. And then..."They" came.

Ben got a first hand experience on just how serious an issue these things were. While everyone was getting sick with some sort of Flu, Ben was lucky to remain healthy as he cared for some of the more dire cases as well as some of the more normal stuff like traffic accidents and such. However, one night would change everything, after responding to a car accident with two fatalities Ben's partner, Alex, noticed one of the deceased moving in their body bag. Thinking the man was alive, Alex had opened the body bag...and was immediately set upon and bit in the neck by the "thing" that came out. After watching the police on scene dump dozens of rounds into the creature, before one in the eye dropped it, Ben knew bad things were coming. The next day the infected started showing up in numbers as more bites and more deaths from the Flu drastically increased the number of those things walking about and the cat was out of the bag...everyone knew the dead were coming now.

By then the Military showed up to install martial law...but even then Ben knew it wouldn't work, he saw too many hospitals be overrun, too many neighborhoods turned into no-go zones, and saw the vast majority of the city was infected. Still, he stayed in the city, he didn't have much choice in that matter considering his apartment was in one of the "safe zones" set up by the military. His parents' home was located outside of the safe zones, and despite his protests Ben was kept inside the green zone like a prisoner. That was until the military decided to pull back to the two bridges, and then abandon the city entirely. Thankfully Ben was prepared, he grabbed his guns, grabbed his SHTF bag filled with medical supplies and other essentials, and hiked into the city. When he got to his old childhood home, Ben found it abandoned, no sign of his parents...and that gave him hope, he hadn't found blood, bone, or bodies...that meant they could've gotten out before things went to hell.

With this piece of hope, as well as the knowledge that both his Sister and Brother are out there too, Ben carries on with the vague hope that civilization isn't dying all around him. The appearance of a radio transmission to rally at Eugene Ashley High School has given Ben a spot on the map to go to, where hopefully his parents will be, where hopefully civilization will be and the beginning of the end of this nightmare.

Strengths:
Medic: Is a trained medical professional, and while he’s no surgeon, Ben is capable of treating most non-surgery rated injuries. Bullet wounds, gashes, cuts, and more are well within his abilities to treat...bites (the amputation method is not yet known to Ben), cancer, or the bubonic plague re-emerging? Not so much.

Calm: Ben is capable of performing high risk procedures on patients in high stress environments so he should be expected to keep his cool most of the time no matter what’s thrown at him.

Marksmanship: Growing up with firearms has given Ben the skills to easily operate most firearms with adequate finesse after a little bit of tinkering to get used to how any particular firearm works.

Weaknesses:
Distant: Ben is not a “people person” and so should not be relied upon for careful negotiations or first contacts as to those who don’t take the time to get to know him personally will find him uncomfortably clinical and distant in both empathy and emotion.

Stubborn: When Ben thinks he’s right, he’s right, according to himself. Is not blessed with a great ability to easily see new ways of thinking, which can lead to rather loud arguments on more than one occasion.

Impulsive: Can be rash in decisions quite a bit, sometimes acting alone and outside the group’s interest. This combined with his stubbornness can make Ben a difficult comrade to work with as well as a dangerous one.

*Worst Fears:
Is afraid of burning alive, saw it once in a truck accident he responded to two years ago, and doesn’t wish to experience the same fate.

Is afraid of turning into one of “them”...will turn his gun on himself if bit.

Being an ardent patriot, he’s currently living another worst fear of watching his nation crumble to the ground helplessly.

Miscellaneous: N/A

RP Examples: Current RP I'm OPing. and Post from a Fallout RP

[Fantrum]

And we're back!

Name: Madeline Hess
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Occupation Reservist, Student
Appearance: Stands about 5' 1" tall, with a slender build, and of German/ Polish decent. She has strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a small nose and a scar that runs from her temple to the bottom of her jaw, just behind her chin on the left side that she got in a hunting accident long ago. She weighs about 99 lbs and sports scars across her body, but none as noticeable as the one on her face. She wears a bomber jacket over a tee shirt made in a UK motif with loose fitting jeans.
Personal Belongings:
x1 Cyote backpack
x2 days rations
x1 Springfield 1903 w/ hunting scope
x25 rounds of ammunition in five round stripper clips
x1 bayonet
x2 makeshift bandages
x1 flashlight with a cracked lens
x2 changes of clothes
x1 toothbrush
x1 mess kit
x1 small sleep roll
x3 empty stripper clips
x15 spent brass casings
x2 pocket knives (both four and a half inches long).
x1 set of multicam utilities

Personality: To people she doesn't know, she appears cold and calculating, preferring to face things alone most times but perfectly able to work with others if pressed into it.
Biography: Madeline was born to her loving parents Robert and Heidi Hess in Raleigh. Madeline lived a normal girl's life, moving from Raleigh when she was ten to Parkton following her mother and father's divorce. She spent half her time with her dad in Parkton and her other half in Wilmington with mom. While Staying with her dad she would commonly go on hunting trips, relishing the time she spent in the wilderness and growing close with her dad. In her late adolescence she developed an interest in the military and obtained permission to enlist in the army national guard at seventeen. She considered trying for army sniper school but was discouraged by her small stature and instead became a combat engineer. The majority of her career was spent stateside, though she was deployed to Iraq for an uneventful six months.

At the end of her four years active service she had risen to the rank of Sargent, but decided to EAS instead of reenlisting. She then took her GI bill and began schooling at UNC Chapel Hill. However she had only barely started classes when the school was closed due to the infection. In the early days of the infection Madi left the capitol and sought refuge in her father's house. Here she received news that she was being reactivated by the national guard as part of her contract. Here she faced a critical decision, she could attend the muster at Fort Bragg and be put back into service, potentially leaving her family to die, or abandon her duty to find her mother and safeguard her father.

In the end, she chose the latter, and instead set out for Wilmington with a backpack full of supplies, her father's old hunting rifle, and a car with half a tank. Fighting through ghouls, bandits, military checkpoints alike, she made it into Wilmington. However, upon reaching her mom's house, she found it empty and ransacked with no trace of her mother. After holding up in the house for several days, listening to the progressively worsening situation outside, Madi decided to take her chances at being shot for deserting and headed a call for an evacuation from over the radio.
Strengths: Steady shot: You shot at the top of company in boot camp, probably owing to a lifetime of hunting in your younger years.
Fit: You're fresh out of the military, and haven't yet let your PT habits slip. For your size and weight, you're in great shape!
Small frame: Your compact figure lets you get places others might find difficult to go, you also possess a light and agile step, people dont seem to notice you. Probably because you dont take up much room.
Weaknesses: Small frame: Unfortunately, the almighty didnt bless you with much more than a few inches. Your limbs are more prone to crippling damage, and despite being in perfect health you arent very strong compared to a taller person.
Fear of heights: Its not a fear of heights! Just a fear of falling...
Lone Wolf: You prefer to work alone. No really, stop laughing. Growing up you only ever had a small group of friends, and that was just the way you liked it. Others called you weird or a creep for being alone so often, but you were never happier than when you could collect your thoughts. Consequently you dont trust easily, and can be somewhat awkward around people.
*Worst Fears: Not heights, just falling.
Dark, cramped spaces
Miscellaneous: Nothing Further
RP Examples: Itsa me! Fantrum!

[Imperial Idaho]

Tag.