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Pretty much everybody in the world is missing or dead, buildings are in a severe state of disrepair, and your character has no idea why they are still around.
Post the atrributes and physical qualities of your character. I would recommend using youself, changing your name and a some other things about yourself if you so wish.

Follow this tmplete
Name:
Age:
Physical Characteristics/Abilites:
History:

For now just get your character info down, then we'll work on the story.

Name: David Mondello
Age: 15
Physical: 5' 1", Close cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, Three horizontal scars on left bicpep, scar on back of right hand
Abilities: Skilled climber, skilled in submission holds, knows freestyle and Greco Roman wrestling.

I will have a go then,

Name: Drake Diaz
Age: 19
Physical: 5'9", black semi bowl cut, brown eyes, burn mark in the middle of fore head, and scar above eyebrow.
Abilities: Deadly with baseball bats.

Name: Fred (Frederick) Kidd
Age: 20
Physical Characteristics: 6'5", slim but fit. Short brown hair that sticks up naturally, green eyes. Wears glasses that have been repaired several times.
History: Before all of this happened, Fred was a swim instructor and Youth Leader, and an avid outdoorsman with half an English degree and experience in Group theories and conflict management.
Abilites: As might be expected: Solid knowledge of first aid and rescue techniques, experience camping, hiking, backpacking, climbing, kayaking, and canoeing.

(Hmm, feels very Marty Stu ish to list it all off like that, but it's true)

ill join

Name: Steve 'ghosty' Paulson
Age: 18
Physical Characteristics: 6 foot, bulky build, thick matted brown dreadlocks, blind in one eye, eye colours grey. broken nose,
Abilities/profession: no job occupation, used to do alot of mountin biking, diving and swimming. has an unnerving knowledge of the many uses of a hammer...

Ghosty doesnt talk much about his past, except he has had run ins with the law on no less than three seperate occasions. he woke up after the apocalypse with a broken nose and blind in one eye.

I'll join!!

i say we dont start together? like we start in different palces and after a while meet up? and can we have enemies? like you know, zombies or IAMLEGEND monsters, OR something else. its just it would spice it up a bit....

i say we dont start together? like we start in different palces and after a while meet up? and can we have enemies? like you know, zombies or IAMLEGEND monsters, OR something else. its just it would spice it up a bit....

ghosty wrote:i say we dont start together? like we start in different palces and after a while meet up? and can we have enemies? like you know, zombies or IAMLEGEND monsters, OR something else. its just it would spice it up a bit....

That's the idea I had in mind. Start off in your home state, but not necessarily home town. Start your story about a week from the
as of yet unknown apocalypse, so we can get a feel for the character.
As for enemies, I was plannin on incorporating them, but they would be other survivors who turned into Raider/Slavers like in fallout 3.

Don't start yourself off with weapons, make it so you have to explore and ccan only carry as much equipment as you could comfortably in real life,
obviously though you'd be able to carry more as time goes on.

This should be a good enough group for now, so if anybody else want's to join, pm with your profile, and then I'll decide if your character would work in the story
, if so you are allowed.

wait wait wait! a weeka fter of before the apocalypse?

lord of the ghosts wrote:I'll join!!

my char.:
John Thunderhorse
always, even in sleep, wears a green hoodie and jeans
Age:12
woke with blood on his hands...in a bathroom...locked from the outside...with food for a year....

ghosty wrote:wait wait wait! a weeka fter of before the apocalypse?

Before. Now remember, you're playing an exaggerrated version of yourself, i.e,
if you're like me constantly aggravated, you'd be borderline homocidal.

ok shall we start?

Steve slowly woke up in bed, bleary eyed and exhausted. broken bottles were drained around him. he slowly dragged himself out of his bed, and stumbled over to his bathroom. life sucked

{[] is in my mind {} is OOC}
[yum.]
OH MY GORK
A MANGA!!!
*starts to read*

THREAD JACK!
as this thread has gone knowhere, and nothings really happened, shall we continue it ourselves?it had a lot of potential in my opinion. anyone else is welcome to join

Steve tasted blood first. the hot metallic taste at the back of his raw throat. next, came back a dull throbbing feeling at the back of his head that intensified with each passing second. he started to regain consciousness. slowly his hearing returned. his ears were ringing, but he could make out the sound of the wind screaming around him. he tried to move, but found he was unable too. panic bloomed in the pit of his stomach as he desperately attempted to muster even a faint wiggle of his fingers. more senses came back to him. he smelt asphalt. slowly his eyes flickered and opened. except something was wrong. he couldnt see out of one. a fresh wave of pure panic washed over him. with a sudden jerking movement he proppelled himself forwards, blindly colliding with something as he staggered around. he saw spots in front of his eyes, and he blacked out briefly. Steve reached out and blindly grabbed something to steady himself on. he looked at it with his one good eye. he fell back with shock. he had been leaning on a person. the man had been rather unlucky, he had been impaled by what apeared to be bits of barbed,wire. they punctured through his body all over, standing the man like a grotesque puppet. Steve desperately tried to remember what happened to him, and why he was next to a mutilated corpse. nothing was coming back to him. he fumbled the back of his head...it was sore to the touch. he concentrated on trying to remember anything, but succeeded with nothing (he has amnesia). after this he staggered forwards, out oh the rubble that surrounded him, and into what seemed to be a bathroom. it was shattered and desolate. cracks ran up the wall, but a mirror still hung on the wall. he looked at the reflection of himself with despair. his nose was broken, and flattened. his left eyelid was unopenable, and was seeping blood and pus. this wasnt a good sign. he looked at himself with growing concern. cuts and bruises, and he felt maybe 2 broken ribs. Steve was covered in grime and blood, and vomit was splattered on some of his dread locks. What the hell had happened??


OK guys, everyones welcome to play the game is simple, just roleplay it out. a few key rules though.
1. dont be OP
2. its best if we start in a similar area, you know cos otherwise itd be uneventful
3.please try to make your comments desipherable (the one above leaves much to be desired )
4. this is just temporary till golden eyes back with us
5. please dont be afraid to join in itll be fun

ghosty wrote:THREAD JACK!
as this thread has gone knowhere, and nothings really happened, shall we continue it ourselves?it had a lot of potential in my opinion. anyone else is welcome to join

Steve tasted blood first. the hot metallic taste at the back of his raw throat. next, came back a dull throbbing feeling at the back of his head that intensified with each passing second. he started to regain consciousness. slowly his hearing returned. his ears were ringing, but he could make out the sound of the wind screaming around him. he tried to move, but found he was unable too. panic bloomed in the pit of his stomach as he desperately attempted to muster even a faint wiggle of his fingers. more senses came back to him. he smelt asphalt. slowly his eyes flickered and opened. except something was wrong. he couldnt see out of one. a fresh wave of pure panic washed over him. with a sudden jerking movement he proppelled himself forwards, blindly colliding with something as he staggered around. he saw spots in front of his eyes, and he blacked out briefly. Steve reached out and blindly grabbed something to steady himself on. he looked at it with his one good eye. he fell back with shock. he had been leaning on a person. the man had been rather unlucky, he had been impaled by what apeared to be bits of barbed,wire. they punctured through his body all over, standing the man like a grotesque puppet. Steve desperately tried to remember what happened to him, and why he was next to a mutilated corpse. nothing was coming back to him. he fumbled the back of his head...it was sore to the touch. he concentrated on trying to remember anything, but succeeded with nothing (he has amnesia). after this he staggered forwards, out oh the rubble that surrounded him, and into what seemed to be a bathroom. it was shattered and desolate. cracks ran up the wall, but a mirror still hung on the wall. he looked at the reflection of himself with despair. his nose was broken, and flattened. his left eyelid was unopenable, and was seeping blood and pus. this wasnt a good sign. he looked at himself with growing concern. cuts and bruises, and he felt maybe 2 broken ribs. Steve was covered in grime and blood, and vomit was splattered on some of his dread locks. What the hell had happened??


OK guys, everyones welcome to play the game is simple, just roleplay it out. a few key rules though.
1. dont be OP
2. its best if we start in a similar area, you know cos otherwise itd be uneventful
3.please try to make your comments desipherable (the one above leaves much to be desired )
4. this is just temporary till golden eyes back with us
5. please dont be afraid to join in itll be fun

Sorry, haven't had a chance to post for a few days.

Dave woke up, his back nd neck hurting like a cast iron bitch. His vision was blurry, and he looked around for a pair of glasses.
His fingers closed on the familiar lenses,and he brought them to his face. It was a bad idea. The forests he had loved so much of his hometown had all burnt
down, naught but ash and tinder. Looking about wildly, Dave realised he was lying on the roof of his house. Still sore and confused, he crawled to
where the porch was below the roof, a few feet's drop. Grabbing the gutter tightly, he lowered himself. When he felt his fingers slip, he dropped.
"Sonuvabitch!" he screamed, coming down on his right ankle, sending intense pain through it.
For a few minutes he rolled around in pain, trying to gather himself. When at last Dave could, he found the sliding glass door broken open,with a
trail of dried mud leading in.
Intrigued, he limped inside. The smell assaulted him. At the kitchen table, lay his parents, dead.
His father's corpse held a piece of paper. Horrified, Davd plucked it, and read it.

"Dear David,
Your mother and I love you more then you can know. But rather then make you see us suffer, we choose to
end it on our terms. We'll see you in Heaven."

It was signed with both their signatures. Dropping the letter, Dave looked at the table. On it was a newspaper.
He took it in his hands, adn read the headlines.

"IRAN WITHDRAWS FROM U.N, OCCUPATION OF ISREAL CONTINUES."
The article continued, and it gave refference to a bizarre biological weapon currently being nvestigated.
Dave dropped the paper too. It listed soulcrushing statistics. Millions dead throughout the Middle East, Southwest Asia, nad Eastern Europe.

Several hours later, Dave set out on his bike, backpack containing water bottles, power bars, food, lighter and fluid, and afew books.
Also on his back was a duffel bag with clothes, blankets, and a sleeping bag.
He had found a small hand crank radio in the basment, alongside two knives. The radio blasted static, but had occasionally broken into jumbled words.
When the sun set Dave settleddown for the night, making a small fire. it gave no warmth to him, and he found no sleep that night.

His mind raced, making up theories as to what had happened.
Nuclear war? Possible.
Biological terrorism? Highly Probable.
The return of Christ? Doubtful.

When te sun rose, Dave began riding again. He couldn't help but remember reading The Stand.
How ironic.

2 days had passed since he had woken up. in that time he had left his ruined house and cautiously wandered around the now empty city. but Steve could not help but feel something was watching him. three days after setting out from his house he reached the crator. the entire city fell away into a huge crator miles wide and a mile deep. he fell to his knees in horror. then he heard something. a quiet scratching from the nearby car....he cautiously moved towards it...

[I'm bored]
John has read 45 6" in.(or 7.5 cm) long mangas, nonstop.
"What else is in here?"
"A KEYBOARD!!!!!"
*starts to play techno*

Name: Dan
Age:19
Physical Characteristics/Abilites:tall dark brown short hair, scars all over fore head, has handeld a few fire arms and posibly most important an lick his elbow (i realy can!!!)
History:play video games constantly and warhammer 40k.

dan awoke feelin a trible pain in his left hand looking own at it he saw what looked like his hobby knife
and blacked out for a few minuites. when he reawoke he pulled the hobby knife out of his hand and
looked at his reflection in the shattered mirror bruises all over. he then looked past the mirror at the window
every thing was gone. half an hour he left the house with a rucksack with water chocolate his psp and a long knife
as he walked down the stret he herd a muffeled voice that sounded like "a keyboard" coming from a uined house he foun a guy in a green hoodie playing tehno.

*continues playing techno*

"well arent you going to say thanks for me rescuing you??"
*kicks keyboard
"ohh manga"

Hi. Take as much as you want.

" well are we going to find some one elseto help us ion our magical adventure???"

flicks through manga
"wow this is like 4 months old"

throws manga at john

Name: Harry (a.k.a Hazza, Hendo ect)
Age: 16 (and a 3/4 )
Physical Characteristics/Abilities: 5'9". Fit, good runner. Plenty of stamina. Recreational climber (make of that what you will). Blond. Blue eyes. Strong simmer, can surf as well. Strong enough, but not well versed in any combat arts. Knows the National Rainforest out in his backyard well enough to evade others. Fiercly loyal to family and friends. Not a natural leader (in my opinion) but willing to take orders and help. Father has given me a few lesson in driving our old Army Truck. (And I mean old) I don't have the typical Surfie 'Gung-Ho' attidue but as Golden Scout said, we're supposed to exagerrate a little.
History: A bit of foreign travel, collection of Arabic knives and even a shield. Loves Australia, was born and bred there. Hometown situated north of Brisbane. Used to traveling on my own.

OOC: Before I get into this, I'd just like to know where we are. Is everyone in America? I'm just asking cos me waking up in little old Aus means I won't be able to help anyone over in the states. (I could have been on holidays when the Apoc happened or something.)

OOC: I thought it was supposed to be a week before the apocolypse? Meh, I'm in.

Harry woke from a pleasent dream. He'd been dreaming that he was in a taxi, waving goodebye to his Uncle who he'd visited, and was heading to the airport. That's right. He was supposed to catch the 117 to Melbourne, then get another one up to Brisbane. After that he'd have to hitch-hike or grab a bus up the rest of the way.

Wait...he sat up in the backseat of the car. that wasn't a dream. He WAS supposed to have caught the 117. So what was he still doing in the taxi? And where was the driver?

Why weren't they moving? Feth, how long had he been asleep? He better not have missed the plane. He got outside, looking up. It was darkening...and he'd fallen asleep in the morning...This was not good. He didn't have the cash to pay for a whole other flight. And now that he thought about it, the moon hadn't nearly been full last night either. What was going on?

A thought came to him. Why was it so quiet? He looked around, the taxi had been parked in the middle of the street. A main road. So why wasn't anyone else in sight?

GES: It would be good if we could get a narrator, because it often turns lopsided when the characters sort out there own fights, and you dont want anyone becoming superman

I will post my char stuff later.

Lord-Loss wrote:GES: It would be good if we could get a narrator, because it often turns lopsided when the characters sort out there own fights, and you dont want anyone becoming superman

I will post my char stuff later.

What does RLKEMENTE mean?

Serious?

I dont get it...

Get it now? The 'O Rly?' owl? As in 'Oh Really?'