I Am Alive [post-apocalyptic survival parkour] OOC

[jimi]

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I Am Alive



June 2015, one year after America has suffered a cataclysmic series of earthquakes known as The Event.
The landscape has been transformed into a jungle of
collapsed buildings and abandoned vehicles among other various sorts of dangerous obstacles.
The government's feeble attempts to aid the citizens is useless. With supplies quickly running low, people begin to take matters into their own hands, resorting to any means necessary to acquire the things they need for survival. Hundreds of small rebel groups form together, wreaking havoc throughout the chaotic aftermath, killing and looting other, less fortunate survivors.

Life has become an everyday struggle for survival, against selfish human intentions and natural forces.
To make matters worse, a wind storm has swept across the region, leaving behind a vast and heavy cloud of toxic dust, mostly within the major cities. Many survivors succumb to the polluted air and die. The lucky ones either manage to escape upward, into abandoned skyscrapers reaching above the cloud, or somehow acquire gas masks and continue to live dangerously within the shadowy depths of the toxic haze.


(Above) A toxic haze sweeps over the region, turning normal daylight on the streets below into a dull gray gloom.

Taking place in Lower Manhatten, this is the story of a handful of those survivors.
Each of them come from a different background.
Each have their own account of what they went through during The Event.
Each have their own goals to be reached,
whether it be just mere survival,
seeking out loved ones lost in the chaos,
or something more...

Character Sheet
Name
Age
Gender
Appearance
Equipment
Weapon(s)
Short Bio

Rules
No God-modding. You will take damage from time to time and will have to heal yourselves.
Ammo does run out, and when it does, you will have to find alternative means of protection. No exceptions.

The toxic haze is toxic for a reason. Therefore, some form of gas mask will be required to maneuver within the haze, otherwise...a slow, painful death shall ensue. No exceptions.

No OOC bursts in the IC thread. If you have an issue, solve it here or with me through PM.
No one-liners or spamming. Please try to maintain a 2 paragraph minimum in your posts.
If you are going to leave the Rp, then please kill off your character. Do not leave them hanging.
Please use proper spelling and grammar.
Have fun and be creative.

Characters

Name: Daniel Springs

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Equipment: (I will be editing those whenever i waste one)
-3 Med kits
-5 Painkillers
-13 Bandages
-Fort 12 Pistol with 11 bullets
-Sleeping roll
-Key from his hideout basement.

P.S. He has a hideout where other stuff are kept,

Weapons:
-Slightly grinded kitchen knife
-Fort-12

Short Bio: Daniel lived peacefully, and happy, he had handful of money and a loving family. But As 'The Event' happened, he had been lurking the ruins, following a small gang of marauders and cut-throats secretly without them knowing, and one night he killed all of them in their sleep, took their ammunition and set his hideout in a small house basement in a ghost part of the city. His brief strategy is to stalk bandit groups and kill them at night. He is a lonesome marauder, living without saying a single word, without eye-contacting people, but in exceptions, he helps, and when he does make sure he will help, he finishes his work.

As the toxic gas came down, he had made a single goal, achieve the gasmask no matter what to return to his hideout in the dephs of ruins.

Name: Drake Fandell

Age: 22

Gender: male

Appearance:

Spoiler

Equipment:
-fanny pack of an assortment of bullets (which he uses as currency
-couple bottles of asprin (originally used these as currency too, not much of them are left)
-12 arrows and quiver
-rock climbing gloves with grip

Weapon(s):
a recurve bow

Spoiler

combat knife

Spoiler

Short Bio: Before the Event I sold drugs to the nobles of New York. The green bloods, the bankers, the have it alls. It was my job to make sure they had a good time. I only provided the most pure, top of the market, product. If anyone became addicted, risked the business, I cut them off. You weren't worth the risk if you became a threat. I did business with those that could handle themselves, not junkies.

These people, believe it or not, are still around. They managed to survive in a world where the dollar meant nothing. How did they do it? How did these people get by when they could no longer pay their way through? They had status. Something that has been around since the dawn of civilization. It seems it's here to stay until the bitter end.

There are those who are leaders, and then there are those who are followers. Me? I'm a leader and I follow myself. When the world changes you don't try to hold on to the past. You go with what you got and you change to. The most basic rule of life still goes on even in this near barren world. Adapt, or die. So I did.

When people began to panic, when the tremors started, I took my profits I had attained over the last year and I spent them quick. I overpaid for everything, there wasn't time to waste. With every minute clicking down on the clock my money was loosing it's value. I bought guns. That's what my customers were going to need. That and people that could use them. With a gun you can get whatever you want and they knew that.

When people were raiding drugstores so they could keep their family alive, it was the ones with the means to survive that made it out. It was a dog eat dog world, always has been just now it was public. People fought and people died. It's as simple as that and I don't plan on being on the later end of that.

hideout: When picking a place to keep his supplies Drake's thoughts were that he would hardly ever ant to come back to it. Staying in one place when you could be followed just wasn't a good idea. That's why he picked the shittiest apartment he could find.

It had fallen apart during The Event, half of it was gone and the other half was nearly submerged in the dust. On the fifth floor he built a filter for water. It was a series of pipes with layer of different soils and charcoal. It was an old technique but it worked. Then on the third floor there was a hole in the floor the size of a mini van. This is where he built a home made crane that could lower his supplies deep into the toxic dust in the basement. When he had retrieved what he needed he disassembled the crane and scattered it throughout the building.

He only visits the place about once a week.

Name:
Axelle Callaway

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Equipment:

~Gas mask

~backpack (containing all mentioned items and everyday things like clothing)

~1st aid kits (2 unused, 1 almost empty)

~sleeping bag

~Flashlight (crank powered with radio built in)

~ 6 bottles of water

~12 packs of MREs

Weapons:

~

(loaded with 8 bullets, 10 extra in a case- originally had 20)

~

with 9 arrows with

Short Bio:

Axelle was in college when the event happened. It was simply luck that allowed her to live. She had a roommate obsessed with the ‘zombie apocalypse’ idea, and had luckily been with her in their room when the earthquakes began. She had a whole survival kit made up, and after the first quake was over, they found an open field and waited it out as earthquake after earthquake rolled in, even causing the ground to move like water underneath them. A crack opened in the earth during one of these, and her friend fell inside. Axelle had managed to grab the backpack, actually in an attempt to keep her friend from falling, but her friend couldn’t hold onto the strap and fell inside. Axelle rummaged through the bag and found food, water, 1st aid kits, a gas mask, and the flashlight. There were no weapons inside, probably because they weren’t allowed on campus.

Axelle waited until the earthquakes stopped, and made her way home to her parents’ house. Among the rubble, she dug out some of her father’s guns and bullets, not to mention her own compound bow. She was lucky enough to find her sleeping bag as well, though not so lucky in finding her parents mangled bodies under the ruins. After that, Axelle began scavenging. She broke into an archery store and stole arrows and broadheads for her bow. Others weren’t far behind, having the same idea as she did, and she had to get out of there before getting much else. Axelle has survived by stealing what little food and water there is while conserving what she can. Because of her scavenging, she’s used up bullets in a couple of her father’s guns she stole and tossed them away, leaving her with just one now. Her goal is just to survive, in hopes that one day in her lifetime she can live and not just survive.

Name: Jaqueline "Jackie" Rose

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Jackie has always had a slight build, since The Event and lack of sustenance, she only looks meeker. Standing only 5'1", Jackie has a mousy look about her, and isn't intimidating at all. However, because of the new environment, Jackie has built a bit of muscle. Her arms, legs and core a well toned, but still sickly looking.

Equipment:
Small Backpack-
- Bottle of copper-coated pellets (Approximately 1k)
- Second set of clothes
- 3 unmarked canned goods
- Folded Map of the city
- First Aid Kit (tweezers, nylon fishing line, needles stored in an empty medicine bottle, ACE Bandage, scissors, duct tape)
- Box of 13 matches
Air Rifle with shoulder strap

Weapon(s):
A machete sheathed at the belt.

Short Bio: The Event was bad, but Jackie had her family. They prospered together. A few months ago Jackie lost her family, now she prefers to be alone.

@Fovena I see you figured it out, haha. Awesome. Oh, and I fixed your Short Bio...sorry about that. My bad! (-__-)

I suppose I should post my character now:

Name
Miguel Collins

Age
25

Gender
Male

Appearance
(See Above)

Equipment
2 extra 7.62mm ammo clips (30 rounds each)
binoculars
small medical kit
box of strike anywhere matches
a pair of kevlar gloves
gas mask with hose & filter

Weapon(s)
Kalashnikov AK-74 with scope (seen here)
machete

Short Bio
Tucked away at his job in a cubicle on the 10th floor of an office building, Miguel was quick to react when The Event took place. Him and a handful of his colleagues managed to escape and scramble into the chaos of the streets below, in search of safety. However, when the toxic clouds rolled in, most of them perished. Miguel was lucky enough to reach high ground, taking refuge in an apartment building. While there, he came across a gas mask still in decent condition. Donning the mask, he descended into the murky haze and began searching for supplies. His most prized possession: a Kalashnikov AK assault rifle, which he looted from a nearby gun store that had not been quite raided to the fullest yet.
Then, he set off, with two things in mind: find his girlfriend...and survival.

Name
Alexander M. Harper
Age
28
Gender
No Boobs
Appearance

Equipment
His Black and Red Messenger Bag Contains the Following:
Fifteen .308 Remington Rounds (3 clips)
Personal Medicinal Pack
Filter-powered gasmask
Four Filters in total.
"The Fox Woman" and "Halo: Ghosts Of Onyx" Novels
Two bottles of water using the water bottle pouches on the sides
Sandwich bags with 18 preserved slices of Pepperoni, six slices of bread, and a bag full of stupid long lasting Whoppers. (Chocolate Malt Candies. Google it yo.)
Weapon(s)
Winchester Model 70 Bolt Action Sniper rifle (In Picture) with detachable scope.
Military Grade Black Bladed Bowie-KABAR

Short Bio:
He barely remembers his old life, he had always had a bad memory for stuff his brain didn't deem important, but it had gotten worse as the three years in the apocalypse wore on him. He didn't live in the same city he was born in since he was caught in Manhattan when the event took place. Home was a country away and he has gotten used to the fact that he will never see home again. He knew he was in the national guard at one point and that his mother taught him how to survive in a situation like this. He often kept close to what was left of the Empire state building, but he had been all around NY and regretted the fact that he had killed well over fifty survivors. He had yet to find the national guard depot however and still hoped that if he found it he would be able access it and have enough food and ammo to live for a very long time without killing.

Name: Evan Thompson
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Equipment: Medical kit<Tweezers, needle, turnkit, and a bottle of Aderal.)

(holds two quarts of water.)

He carries it all in his

Weapon(s):

Short Bio: Evan isn't actually from Manhatten. He came here about about two years ago after hearing travelers tales. Before Evan entered the ruins he had a hunting rifle, and a semi-automatic pistol, and his outfit was a full outfit, but on his way in he lost his weapons to an aftershock that caused them to plummet into a fissure. He was making his way across a bridge of rubble, a literal bridge made of downed buildings. After two years of searching for needles in a haystack he was down to nothing. He used his skills to avoid hostile life altogether, and only ever had one lucky find in his time there, a pack in the sewers below an old Cabela's Sporting Goods store. The pack held two things, a replica, working flintlock pistol and a skinning knife. After that he had no luck finding anything too useful, he has found simple things, like his new melee weapon of choice, his hayhook. Everything he owns has been scavenged, aside from his outfit of course.

[Sadko]

Name: Daniel Springs

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Equipment: (I will be editing those whenever i waste one)
-3 Med kits
-5 Painkillers
-13 Bandages
-Fort 12 Pistol with 11 bullets
-Sleeping roll
-Key from his hideout basement.

P.S. He has a hideout where other stuff are kept,

Weapons:
-Slightly grinded kitchen knife
-Fort-12

Short Bio: Daniel lived peacefully, and happy, he had handful of money and a loving family. But As 'The Event' happened, he had been lurking the ruins, following a small gang of marauders and cut-throats secretly without them knowing, and one night he killed all of them in their sleep, took their ammunition and set his hideout in a small house basement in a ghost part of the city. His brief strategy is to stalk bandit groups and kill them at night. He is a lonesome marauder, living without saying a single word, without eye-contacting people, but in exceptions, he helps, and when he does make sure he will help, he finishes his work.

As the toxic gas came down, he had made a single goal, achieve the gasmask no matter what to return to his hideout in the dephs of ruins.

[jimi]

I just realized, I should make a few things clear before this progresses too much further:

1) @Sadko I'm not sure if, in your bio, you are implying that he was lurking the ruins during The Event or after. On that note, I should mention that there weren't any ruins until The Event took place. So, if we was lurking the ruins, it would have to take place after The Event.
2) Your mention of bullets reminded me of another rule (and this goes for everyone): bullets do run out...and when they do so, you will have to find alternative means of protection. No exceptions.
3) The toxic haze, mentioned in the introduction post, will remain throughout the entire roleplay, so characters will either be required to wear gas masks to enter/maneuver around in the toxic haze or they will have to find ways to remain up above it (i.e. skyscrapers, elevated roadways/railways, high bridges...you get the idea).

[Sadko]

I just realized, I should make a few things clear before this progresses too much further:

1) @Sadko I'm not sure if, in your bio, you are implying that he was lurking the ruins during The Event or after. On that note, I should mention that there weren't any ruins until The Event took place. So, if we was lurking the ruins, it would have to take place after The Event.
2) Your mention of bullets reminded me of another rule (and this goes for everyone): bullets do run out...and when they do so, you will have to find alternative means of protection. No exceptions.
3) The toxic haze, mentioned in the introduction post, will remain throughout the entire roleplay, so characters will either be required to wear gas masks to enter/maneuver around in the toxic haze or they will have to find ways to remain up above it (i.e. skyscrapers, elevated roadways/railways, high bridges...you get the idea).

It said, as the event happened he started lurking in the ruins. So by that i mean after it happened he started lurking, and yes i know the game and bullets do run out.
Am i accepted yet?

[jimi]

Yes, accepted. I meant no offense by that either. I just felt I had to get that cleared up so everyone else will understand the circumstances as well. (I was obviously reading that in the wrong context, by the way...my apologies.)

[Sadko]

Oh, then thanks man

[Storyboy]

Name: Drake Fandell

Age: 22

Gender: male

Appearance:

Spoiler

Equipment:
-fanny pack of an assortment of bullets (which he uses as currency
-couple bottles of asprin (originally used these as currency too, not much of them are left)
-12 arrows and quiver
-rock climbing gloves with grip

Weapon(s):
a recurve bow

Spoiler

combat knife

Spoiler

Short Bio: Before the Event I sold drugs to the nobles of New York. The green bloods, the bankers, the have it alls. It was my job to make sure they had a good time. I only provided the most pure, top of the market, product. If anyone became addicted, risked the business, I cut them off. You weren't worth the risk if you became a threat. I did business with those that could handle themselves, not junkies.

These people, believe it or not, are still around. They managed to survive in a world where the dollar meant nothing. How did they do it? How did these people get by when they could no longer pay their way through? They had status. Something that has been around since the dawn of civilization. It seems it's here to stay until the bitter end.

There are those who are leaders, and then there are those who are followers. Me? I'm a leader and I follow myself. When the world changes you don't try to hold on to the past. You go with what you got and you change to. The most basic rule of life still goes on even in this near barren world. Adapt, or die. So I did.

When people began to panic, when the tremors started, I took my profits I had attained over the last year and I spent them quick. I overpaid for everything, there wasn't time to waste. With every minute clicking down on the clock my money was loosing it's value. I bought guns. That's what my customers were going to need. That and people that could use them. With a gun you can get whatever you want and they knew that.

When people were raiding drugstores so they could keep their family alive, it was the ones with the means to survive that made it out. It was a dog eat dog world, always has been just now it was public. People fought and people died. It's as simple as that and I don't plan on being on the later end of that.

hideout: When picking a place to keep his supplies Drake's thoughts were that he would hardly ever ant to come back to it. Staying in one place when you could be followed just wasn't a good idea. That's why he picked the shittiest apartment he could find.

It had fallen apart during The Event, half of it was gone and the other half was nearly submerged in the dust. On the fifth floor he built a filter for water. It was a series of pipes with layer of different soils and charcoal. It was an old technique but it worked. Then on the third floor there was a hole in the floor the size of a mini van. This is where he built a home made crane that could lower his supplies deep into the toxic dust in the basement. When he had retrieved what he needed he disassembled the crane and scattered it throughout the building.

He only visits the place about once a week.

[jimi]

Nice. Accepted!

[MsKittyCatty]

Name:
Axelle Callaway

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Equipment:

~Gas mask

~backpack (containing all mentioned items and everyday things like clothing)

~1st aid kits (2 unused, 1 almost empty)

~sleeping bag

~Flashlight (crank powered with radio built in)

~ 6 bottles of water

~12 packs of MREs

Weapons:

~

(loaded with 8 bullets, 10 extra in a case- originally had 20)

~

with 9 arrows with

Short Bio:

Axelle was in college when the event happened. It was simply luck that allowed her to live. She had a roommate obsessed with the ‘zombie apocalypse’ idea, and had luckily been with her in their room when the earthquakes began. She had a whole survival kit made up, and after the first quake was over, they found an open field and waited it out as earthquake after earthquake rolled in, even causing the ground to move like water underneath them. A crack opened in the earth during one of these, and her friend fell inside. Axelle had managed to grab the backpack, actually in an attempt to keep her friend from falling, but her friend couldn’t hold onto the strap and fell inside. Axelle rummaged through the bag and found food, water, 1st aid kits, a gas mask, and the flashlight. There were no weapons inside, probably because they weren’t allowed on campus.

Axelle waited until the earthquakes stopped, and made her way home to her parents’ house. Among the rubble, she dug out some of her father’s guns and bullets, not to mention her own compound bow. She was lucky enough to find her sleeping bag as well, though not so lucky in finding her parents mangled bodies under the ruins. After that, Axelle began scavenging. She broke into an archery store and stole arrows and broadheads for her bow. Others weren’t far behind, having the same idea as she did, and she had to get out of there before getting much else. Axelle has survived by stealing what little food and water there is while conserving what she can. Because of her scavenging, she’s used up bullets in a couple of her father’s guns she stole and tossed them away, leaving her with just one now. Her goal is just to survive, in hopes that one day in her lifetime she can live and not just survive.

[jimi]

Awesome. Accepted! (: