Zombie Apocalypse RP
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Stompy, ready for duty.
So, for my character: You don't know my real name, so call me Stompy. I'm a real jittery, real scared, uh, 15 year old. All I have are some sharp-shooting skills, and a quick mind. Otherwise, I'm a scrawny little guy, so, if the going gets tough, Stompy's out.
Tell, me if I'm in or not.
So, for my character: You don't know my real name, so call me Stompy. I'm a real jittery, real scared, uh, 15 year old. All I have are some sharp-shooting skills, and a quick mind. Otherwise, I'm a scrawny little guy, so, if the going gets tough, Stompy's out.
Tell, me if I'm in or not.
I was one of the last survivors from the WH40K rp so Joe better let me in 
Character Desc: Andy is a 37 year old Ninjitsu instructor at the martial arts center near the mall, but was forced to take refuge inside the mall for protection. He is from japan, and only knows some english, but he is learning fast. He is an expert hand to hand fighter, and is an ok shot to boot.
Character Desc: Andy is a 37 year old Ninjitsu instructor at the martial arts center near the mall, but was forced to take refuge inside the mall for protection. He is from japan, and only knows some english, but he is learning fast. He is an expert hand to hand fighter, and is an ok shot to boot.
Alright, here's my character.
Name: Daniel "Dan" Winters
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Bio:
Dan was your typical geek through high school. With good grades and few friends, he spent most of his time studying and playing video games. Quite skilled with electronics, he made a living repairing computers and small machinery for his neighbors. Once the outbreak started, his parents and friends quickly fell to the zombie onslaught. Vowing revenge, he holed himself up in the local mall, stealing some food and a pistol, complete with ammo. As he began clearing his immediate surroundings of the undead menace, he realized that all his hours playing Time Crisis had paid off, and he was left with a natural affinity for small arms. Dan is still waiting in the mall, biding his time until he can put an end to the zombie outbreak once and for all.
Edit: Added a bit to my bio.
Name: Daniel "Dan" Winters
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Bio:
Dan was your typical geek through high school. With good grades and few friends, he spent most of his time studying and playing video games. Quite skilled with electronics, he made a living repairing computers and small machinery for his neighbors. Once the outbreak started, his parents and friends quickly fell to the zombie onslaught. Vowing revenge, he holed himself up in the local mall, stealing some food and a pistol, complete with ammo. As he began clearing his immediate surroundings of the undead menace, he realized that all his hours playing Time Crisis had paid off, and he was left with a natural affinity for small arms. Dan is still waiting in the mall, biding his time until he can put an end to the zombie outbreak once and for all.
Edit: Added a bit to my bio.
I'll give a character description, just in case I get in, heh
Name: Bradley Jones
Bio: A male model, he is narcissistic to a fault (as if theres any other kind of narcissism). The only reason he's survived this long is because of his strict exercise regime and will to preserve his pristine looks, he's left many a would be survivor to their gruesome fates in his mad eyed sprints of self preservation. He is strong and well built however refuses to get close to any zombie or monster in case it would damage his perfect body or worse, he might get bitten and become one of the ugly monstrosities (his greatest fear).
Name: Bradley Jones
Bio: A male model, he is narcissistic to a fault (as if theres any other kind of narcissism
). The only reason he's survived this long is because of his strict exercise regime and will to preserve his pristine looks, he's left many a would be survivor to their gruesome fates in his mad eyed sprints of self preservation. He is strong and well built however refuses to get close to any zombie or monster in case it would damage his perfect body or worse, he might get bitten and become one of the ugly monstrosities (his greatest fear).
Im in heres my character description.
Nameane Brown
Features: Scar on right eye from when I was slashed by Ron Jacobson. Pale Skin. Muscular Build. Glasses And a Bracelet with the words "What would Master Chief do".
Bio: A kind of geeky guy, but lifted weights to gain respect. I have planned for this day to come which is the reason I have survived so long. I am a sarcastic but funny person and always help except in dire straights. I have hid myself in the old storage room which allows me easy access to the Ventilation ducts. I found a rifle which I stole as one zombie was chewing on a survivor. I have some weapons training because my father took me hunting alot before this whole mess. And now I crawl through the air ducts finding food and water. I always keep a keen on the the "zombies" and make sure if one comes into contact with me I splat its brains on the mall floor. One less thing to worry about.
Name
ane BrownFeatures: Scar on right eye from when I was slashed by Ron Jacobson. Pale Skin. Muscular Build. Glasses And a Bracelet with the words "What would Master Chief do".
Bio: A kind of geeky guy, but lifted weights to gain respect. I have planned for this day to come which is the reason I have survived so long. I am a sarcastic but funny person and always help except in dire straights. I have hid myself in the old storage room which allows me easy access to the Ventilation ducts. I found a rifle which I stole as one zombie was chewing on a survivor. I have some weapons training because my father took me hunting alot before this whole mess. And now I crawl through the air ducts finding food and water. I always keep a keen on the the "zombies" and make sure if one comes into contact with me I splat its brains on the mall floor. One less thing to worry about.
Alright, well when in Rome... Here's mine, save Galt the effort. I've tried to avoid the badass psycho look, more amiable loon is the target.
Refusing to give any name other than "Gremlin", there is no doubt the man has become slightly unhinged from his time in the city. He doesn't seem threateningly mad, however, often being very friendly and approachable, and regardless of what social abnormities he's developed, he seems perfectly aware of his surroundings, and does not display any obvious signs of serious mental illness. His left leg is missing below the knee, and he has since rigged up a bizarre contraption to replace the lower leg, consisting of a metallic peg-leg complete with an attachment usually occupied by an alcoholic beverage. He carries a wood-cutting axe on his person and claims to be able to hit a small woodland mammal from twenty metres away by throwing it, but has yet to prove this in any way.
Refusing to give any name other than "Gremlin", there is no doubt the man has become slightly unhinged from his time in the city. He doesn't seem threateningly mad, however, often being very friendly and approachable, and regardless of what social abnormities he's developed, he seems perfectly aware of his surroundings, and does not display any obvious signs of serious mental illness. His left leg is missing below the knee, and he has since rigged up a bizarre contraption to replace the lower leg, consisting of a metallic peg-leg complete with an attachment usually occupied by an alcoholic beverage. He carries a wood-cutting axe on his person and claims to be able to hit a small woodland mammal from twenty metres away by throwing it, but has yet to prove this in any way.
Yeah, my bad, didn't thoroughly read your post until after I came up with mine. Don't really see how I'm trenchcoating either, all my guy had is that he's good with pistols and knows computer stuff. If it really bothers you, though, I can always change it.Easykill said:
Actually, looking back at my post, I can see what you meant about the trenchcoating. Don't worry, my guy will be completely normal when we start up the RP.
Okay, picking up the trend of carrying names over from the 40k thread...
Tommy O'Reilly could barely remember what had happened before then. It seemed so long ago. He remembered working at that department store, trying to pay for college (and his dad's gambling debt). He couldn't wait to leave this town, and go to school 3 states away. He'd be able to leave this life behind him, and move on. Then the bombs hit...
He holed up in the department store. There was everything he needed in there. When the group discovered him, he had just finished wrestling off an undead security guard. He knocked the creature's head clean off it's shoulders with a sack filled with solid round objects. When he dumped it out, it turned out to be filled with bars of Irish Spring soap. Surprised by his unusual weapon choice, the group nicknamed him "Irish".
Tommy O'Reilly could barely remember what had happened before then. It seemed so long ago. He remembered working at that department store, trying to pay for college (and his dad's gambling debt). He couldn't wait to leave this town, and go to school 3 states away. He'd be able to leave this life behind him, and move on. Then the bombs hit...
He holed up in the department store. There was everything he needed in there. When the group discovered him, he had just finished wrestling off an undead security guard. He knocked the creature's head clean off it's shoulders with a sack filled with solid round objects. When he dumped it out, it turned out to be filled with bars of Irish Spring soap. Surprised by his unusual weapon choice, the group nicknamed him "Irish".
Beheaded by soap? That's original even for you Irish, I like it! Insulting, too.
Now, I don't want any dirty fighting from you!
Ah, least it was a clean kill!
Now, I don't want any dirty fighting from you!
Ah, least it was a clean kill!
lol why thanks Gremlin. I was waiting for the dirty fighting puns. I like to think of myself as kind of an ancient Witch Hunter....Cleanse and Purge!!!!...with soap
Aw crap, I didnt make the list. Oh well, watching you tear each other apart from the convienant building right by the mall will be fun. Good times, for me at least. =)
Rain is pulled under the crowd of zombies and torn to pieces. His scream heard from miles away.
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Just saw this.
Thanks guys.
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Just saw this.
Suddenly a burst shot up from underneith the crowd of the dead. Rain, not a scratch had touched his skin, took off from the crowd to meet up with the rest of the gang.John Galt said:
Thanks guys.