Archive of characters in our game "Survival Apocalypse"

[Aurielle]

Name: Rosa
Age: prefers not to say
Gender: Female
Player: ACE5
Status: Never formally introduced into the game.

Former Jobs: Secretary, Receptionist, Diplomatic assisstant

Personality: Self confident, generally polite, kind and cheerful.

Bio: Rosa was born and raised in Singapore, her parents travelled for business and diplomacy quite extensively, and by age 12 she could speak all the main languages of the region, a skill which opened many doors for her later. After national service she completed a degree, and worked for a few years as a secretary , she was recruited as a diplomatic assistant to the phillipines. Her exceptional work found her travelling even more than her parents, more recently she worked in several of the singaporean consulates in the region at various times.

At the time of the event Rosa was holidaying in Hawaii, hoping to meet an american man and settle down, she was somewhat successful and has been dating a divorced senior officer in the air force.

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Skills: outstanding administrative clerk abilities, attentive and perceptive, past employees appreciated her eye for detail and sense of urgency, organisation, reliability and general competance.

She also has exceptional stamina as she spends minimum one hour a day exercising vigourously, practical martial arts abilities having learned both muay thai and kali eskrima as a youth. She has also practiced in the use of firearms during her turn at mandatory national service after high school.

Items: Rosa prefers to flaunt what she's got, but more recently she has just been getting around in trackies, tank tops and trainers, the risk of falling in high heels and tight skirts while running from space debris and tsunamis is not worth the hot look. She has a slingpack with a bottle of water and some food.

[Aurielle]

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Name: Daniel Jones
Player: Dman13146
Status: Active

Age:21

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Background: Daniel Jones Works, well worked for the US government as a fBi, CIA, and once even in the secret service. He is a master with turning supply's that you see everyday into explosives, firearms, even toxic gases. He is a master with guns, but he prefers just his berrta which never leaves his side. He keeps a storage house with hundreds of guns, claymore, knifes, and a few phones, pretty much everything you'd see in a safe house.

Profession: tactical arms, explosives, and making everyday things into deadly objects.

[Aurielle]

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Name: Percival ('Perce/Percy') Deering
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Player: Gorjodn
Status: Pending

Looks:
In stature, he is fairly slim and unsuspecting, not too tall, not too short. Generally heworks a "desk job" and the most physical exertion he comes across in his day to day life if refilling the photocopier. Due to his shortsightedness, Percy relies upon a pair of rectangular dark-rimmed glasses to see distant objects without difficulty. The eyes behind these are a watery grey and his face is a little on the pale side with thin but somewhat angular features. Some say Percy may look a little on the sickly side. His hair is a dark brown, which is ordinarily cut and combed into a neat side-parting which seems to hark back to older times.

As for clothing, Percy is similarly sobering, an argyle sweater is often the height of his whimsy when it comes to his attire. It goes without saying that Percy is the kind of man more comfortable in a suit and tie than anything "jeansy". Ordinarily, one would see him in a navy blue suit with neatly polished shoes, however what with the steady progression ofthe apocalypse - usual standards of dress have slipped somewhat.

Background:
Deering spent his childhood growing up in the sunny Devonshire countryside (when I say that I mean "marginally sunnier than the rest of England"). Raised under the somewhat overly-watchful eyes of his parents, Percy was frequently reminded of all the dangers of the world and awful pictures of what may happen to him some day were repeatedly painted in his mind by the parents who belligerently sheltered him. Over time, Percy developed a fondness for reading, along with a fear of intimacy and a, generally, nervous and, lately, irritable disposition.

For the most part, Percy was privately educated and almost entirely devoid of a social life for the dozen or so years that he was alive, however one day he finally the courage to wrench himself free from the gaze of his parents. He moved to the US (though his English accent still remains fairly distinct) and began to look for work. Generally, Percy is a fairly kind and amiable character, although the stresses expirienced in life can cause him to assume a snappish and, almost, "hysterical" nature at times (Unsurprisingly, he has expirienced several panic attacks in his life and has long held onto fairly severe Nyctophobia since his childhood). These issues of temperament go hand in hand with a long-lived addiction to cigarettes, initially they were supposed to relieve stress, however due to a fairly significant reliance on nicotine it just goes on makes things more difficult for him.

Profession:
Since his move to America Percy has managed to secure himself a career in the publishing business, due to his fondness for reading, submissive nature and near-obsessive work ethic; Percy has done rather fabulously for himself and had intended to enjoy a few well deserved weeks off of work in Hawaii but, well. What can you do?

[Aurielle]

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Name: Max Bushwell
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Player: DK123
Status: Active

Weapons: Hunting rifle,large kitchen knife
Tools: Binoculars, mini first aid kit
Family: Had a wife in Las Vegas, doesn't know she's dead.
Role: Scavenger/Defence

History: Max was born and raised in Alabama. He was raised in an upper-middle class house hold and had a fairly typical upbringing. Around the age of 19 he met his wife Annabel, they planned got married and moved to a small town outside Honolulu. Annabel went to Las Vegas with a group of her friends as a long holiday several weeks before the disaster while Max stayed behind to work.

Job: Max works(or worked) as a cyber defence consultant but in his spare time he enjoyed clay pigeon shooting, making him handy with a rifle.

Why's he at the airfield?: Upon hearing of the coming disaster he was on his way to get to Las Vegas so he could be with his wife, however he was turned away at the airport. Fortunately one of his colleges directed him to Hikam airfield, he travelled there only to find all planes had been grounded. He decided to stay and eventually with violence erupting onto the streets and society begining to crumble, the air field became his home. When more and more people began to arrive he managed to become an influential figure in the survivor's hidden hierarchy.

[Aurielle]

Name: PFC. Sora, Aoi

Age: 23
Player: Hikari Sama
Status: Active

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Background: Aoi was born to Japanese parents living in Honolulu. As an only child, she recieved a generous education. She graduated a year early and got her chiropractic liscense from the university in Honolulu. Aoi is a rifleman in the National Guard Reserve.

Profession: Chiropractor/Massage Therapist

[Aurielle]

Name: Jennifer Leigh Bree
Age: 17; birthday June 23, 1995
Physique: 5'6" (1.68 meters); 117 pounds (53.07 kilograms)
Player: Aurielle
Status: NPC

Occupation: High school senior, Kalani High School
Parents: Deborah Buchannon (General Manager, Macy's) and Alex Bree (Advertising Executive)

Jennifer is a member of the Kalani National Honor Society, the Kalani Drama Troupe and the Kalani Yoga Club. She is active in acting, dancing, gymnastics, horseback riding, parasailing, SCUBA diving and traveling. Her boyfriend, Kevin Kiwanni, has been missing since the tsunami hit, likewise have her parents. She was spared as she has spent the night with her best girlfriend, Alisha Lamoni.

[Aurielle]

Name: Jaida "Jack" Jett

Age: 27
Player: Apalanche
Status: Accepted, no posts yet

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Background: Jack lived a hard life. Coming from a broken, low income family in southern Louisiana, there wasn't much to look forward to. After her single mother ran away, she and her siblings relocated to their disabled grandmother's small house. Her grandma would affectionately refer to her as "Jack -- man of the house" simply because of the amount of work she had to do; raising the kids, cleaning the house, cooking the meals, etc. Even after the grandmother passed and the foster system broke up the group, Jack just stuck.
Being a troubled teen orphan, new to the outskirts of New Orleans, Jack quickly found one easy way to make money and assure she could take care of herself without having to deal with the abuse and neglect that was much too present in her foster homes. At 18 she had her own small apt and a regular show in the dirtier parts of the city.

After men, women and more men, she found herself preforming in Las Vegas and entertaining only the most gracious, finest gentlemen--(their wedding bands tucked safe and their gifts extravagant, shiny and generous.)

But you would be a fool to think all Jack knew was to look pretty and swing around a pole. She was a mother before she was even fertile and learned very basic, first-aid type skills from caring for children as well as the elderly. She could swim like a fish and had saved her smallest brother from drowning more than once. Surprisingly eclectic and deviously clever, Jack is a hard woman sculpted from the very will to survive.

Profession: [former] Exotic Dancer

[Aurielle]

Name: Ryan Lester
Player: Ubermensch
Status: Active

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[Aurielle]

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Name: Stephen Zachary White
Age: 26
Player: DivineAzazel
Status: Active

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Light brown complexion with fairly dark brown hair and blue eyes. Slightly larger shoulders and well formed muscle structure with a height of around 5'11" and weighing around 200 pounds.

His complexion was the result of being a mixed child, Black/Hispanic, but nevertheless still a rather light complexion. His physique came from his late dedication to keeping his body as healthy as possible, as he had not always worked out often. He found pride in keeping himself fit, though was not a heavy weight lifter, he preferred low weights/high reps and cardio. This allowed him to keep a relatively busy life-style without being forced to utilize a gym.

Background: Stephen grew up as an only child and grandchild, and as such was spoiled exactly like most would expect. He receive far more attention than any child needs. He was given most material possession's he desired, though not everything. His family was always trying to do what was best for him, and showed him the value of money, time, and family. When he met their expectations he was rewarded. Throughout his pre-collegiate education he was often bored. He was prematurely diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (A.D.D), though after a short time, less than a few months, his family quickly realized the problem was simply time-management. Stephen was intelligent (borderline 'genius') and rather quick-witted. He questioned every occurrance around him, to the point of mental torment to most people. As his undergraduate collegiate years progressed he continued his, to some, outlandish analyses of everyday life. He has never understood the choices many people make throughout their lives. If there is a better was of completing a task, then that is the way it should be completed. If two paths to the same endpoint exist, then the one that takes less time, without sacrificing quality of achievement and practice should be chosen. To him this was an absolute ideal. It should be noted that he has always despised people who took careless shortcuts equally to those whom were masochists. He completed his Undergraduate degree as a Clinical Laboratory Scientist. The course load was heavy and involved the understanding of human anatomy and physiology along with many external interactions. Concurrently he also maintained the courses for pre-med. Post-graduation he was quickly employed and attended Medical School [MD] one year later. Stephen enjoyed the massive array of potential for medicine, but disapproved of the over-prescription of medication and decided to attend a D.O. school (1 year), for the addition of Osteopathic medicine. Shortly after the end of this education is when catastrophe struck, during his first fellowship.

He received notification that an asteroid would hit the earth and cataclysmic events would envelope the world. His new life would now begin. He desperately called as many family member's as he could but the phone lines would soon be far too busy to contact anyone. Due to the scare of global tragedy, he had played numerous scenario's through his head, though even with the theoretical preparation, no one can prepare for the panic that would soon ensue.

Steven was lucky, not to have had children, and known the horror he would have put them through, if they had even managed to reach adolescence. The fewer distractions a person has the greater their chances for survival. He knew that doctors would most-likely be sought after to help heal any afflictions that would ravage the world. If he could manage not making any enemies his chances of survival would increase drastically. But then again, without a judicial system and law enforcement, the irrationality of people will only worsen. The once mild-mannered or well thought individuals are likely to devolve to adapt for their own survival. He managed to attain a few small items due to the narrow-mindedness of panicked people. Prior to the panic of the populace, he ran to a large munition/gun store. He only shot weapons a few times, as a Boy Scout in his childhood, but its protection would likely prove more than necessary. He brought with him two thousand dollars in cash. After a bit of bartering, he received two Gerber LHR Combat Knives and two Beretta 92's with a pair of suppressors and holster's for everything. He had very little knowledge of suppressors other than the obvious, the decrease in the sound of shots fired, and simply took what what suggested. Lastly he was given ten additional magazines for the Beretta's, which he concealed via straps under his clothing. Only due to the 'end-of-the-world' was he able to take these weapons with him. As with anyone in danger of having his life prematurely extinguished, the idea of having protection gives them comfort. He was simply fortunate enough to find someone who actually believed that the old currency would hold value after the meteor is expected to hit. The last few items he collected was a canteen, pack, food (both dried and fresh, non-meats), rope, and a manual winded flashlight.

Profession: Clinical Laboratory Scientist, Physician (M.D./D.O.)

[Aurielle]

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Name: Paul Crochkikski
Age: 28
Player: Kushna Mufeed
Status: Active

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A Canadian citizen of Polish descent, Paul had the look of a hardened fighter, and the slow speech of one who had been hit a few too many times in the head. He stood at 5'9" with a thick muscular build and weighed in at 200 lbs. He had short bright blonde hair which lay flat (he normally liked to spike it) and bright blue eyes. He dressed like your typical hip-hopper: baggy t-shirt and jeans (which he didn't let sag, mind you), flat-billed Blue Jays cap with the sticker still on it, and a silver chain with a dollar sign pendant. Oh, and don't forget about the Timberlands.

Background: Paul grew up in an impoverished household in the rougher parts of Toronto under an abusive alcoholic father who refused to get off welfare despite being able to work, and a mother confined to a wheelchair after becoming paraplegic when she slipped and fell down a flight of stairs (or so she said).

Due to his father's constant put-downs, Paul always felt like he had something to prove, and so he ended up getting into a lot of fist fights as a child, and over the years he became a proficient street fighter. Being the troubled child he was, by the time he had finished middle school, Paul was regularly drinking, smoking cigarettes and weed, had lost his virginity and joined a gang (his friendly neighborhood Crips).

Paul had barely made it half-way through the 10th grade when he got expelled from school and arrested for selling weed (he was already one fight away from expulsion anyways). Since it was his first major offense, he got off with community service.

Now that he was out of school, Paul had to find work. He ended up getting a job with his cousin as a contractor doing home renovations. After his cousin had shown him how things were done, Paul found he enjoyed working with his hands. However, Paul also found himself getting into harder drugs and he developed a number of addictions over the years: cocaine, heroin and meth.

On his 20th birthday, he was in a nightclub, high out of his mind on cocaine when he got into an altercation with someone eying his girlfriend and a fight broke out. Paul put the guy on life-support and even managed to knockout several of the bouncers trying to break up the fight before he was tased.

Paul got charged with multiple counts of assault, assault using deadly force and drug possession. He was thrown in jail to await trial. And this is when Paul got his lucky streak.

A wealthy and successful fight promoter had been in the nightclub same time and Paul and had seen the entire fight go down. And he was thoroughly impressed with his performance. The promoter posted Paul's bail and provided him with the best lawyer money could buy provided that Paul would go to rehab and clean up his act, begin formal training and fight in bouts. And so began Paul's career as a fighter. Although he never rose to UFC stardom, he became a champion in a number of other fighting leagues and tournaments.

Despite his relative success, Paul became frustrated with his inability to rise to superstar status and retired from fighting at the age of 26. He spent the next few years working again as a contractor.

When he heard about the imminent asteroid collision with earth, Paul decided to gather up his remaining wealth, head to Hawaii with his girlfriend, buy a bunch of cocaine and spend the rest of the end of world high as a kite in a tropical island paradise.

But the asteroid didn't end the world. It just fucked it up. Paul found himself looting shops along with everyone else at first. And then the crazed cannibalism started and that was way too fucked up, even for Paul. He and his girlfriend were soon on the run to try and find some sort of haven of civilization. They soon heard about Hickam Air Field and started making their way there. Unfortunately, Paul lost his girlfriend in an ambush by the cannibals. Paul didn't manage to escape without a few bites and a cracked rib himself. With the adrenaline rush from the encounter, he was able to ignore the pain of the cracked rib and run towards the entrance of Hickam Air Field as fast as he could, soon joining with the rest of the pursued.

Profession: Fighter, Contractor