Zombie Party OOC

[Lady Rawr]

Zombie Party OOC

Zombie Party IC

Hello and welcome – to my zombie RP. This is based more on the survivors than the infected themselves, focusing on elements of action, trade, politics, betrayal, death ect.

This is set around 8 years after the initial outbreak, day ‘Z’ if you will. When the zombie apocalypse struck it took the world at least four years to be completely over-run, but still around 20-30% of people survived and are now trying to simply survive in an infected world as best they can. Unrest is at an all time high as the survivors attempt to recover more and more of the good things in life and all it will take is one or two individuals to shift the entire balance of power for better or for worse. Initially after the main 'survival wave' people like labourers and builders ect (useful but generally lower paid jobs) become extremely important - leading to a kind of working man leadership - but the politicians, bankers, stockbrokers ect (higher paying but effectively useless jobs) were pushed to the bottom of the pile. Now that there is a kind of stability, they are warring for power using every dirty trick in the book - whilst all surviving in a wasteland of zombies.

I want to give a large amount of freedom – so feel free to set up a personal goal for yourself, for example if you wanted to you could be a disgruntled banker who managed to survive and now that you’ve been given the job of shovelling up the zombie remains after the guards kill them – you feel that its time to get back on top of the pile and become a leader of some kind. To do that you could try and prove that the current rulers are doing a much worse job that you are, or that they are corrupt and hording supplies – or simply try and kill them in one way or another – then feel free to start plotting.

I’d also like to say that generally speaking I’m looking for less ‘big tough dude with guns’ type of characters, as I’m wanting a different kind of zombie RP – though that doesn’t mean you can’t be that. Just keep in mind this will focus more so on the people than the zombies elements of survival.

In terms of weapons and things – I think it’d be best if guns and ammo are rarer, with much of the supply and ammo being used up during the outbreak period and after the many years of survival they are running low. Only higher-ups and guard types would have easy access to weapons and ammo – though obviously nearly every person would be carrying some kind of melee weapon or at least something to protect themselves if the worst happens.

Standard rules of course apply.

But anyway – for now I shall leave it at that. I’m also probably going to be looking for a co-GM to help things along. Also I generally would be happy posting once every 1-3 days, but depending on how things go and how you guys want to do it – more or less regularly works too.

Currently the man in charge of the largest city, Frank Carver is looking to unify the survivors into one group which works together to overcome their troubles through cooperation and trade. This system whilst having its benefits is extremely fragile and some are beginning to say that there would be better ways to deal with the issues that come up.

A list of the important and key settlements

Aside from these places there are countless others which dot the wasteland here and there. Feel free to create what you want within reason. These are the major settlements which have managed to get production moving once more and provide necessities such as food, clean drinking water, fuel and most valuable of all ammunition. Also some luxury goods are beginning to have some value as they circulate with the traders and people start to want them once more.

Haven
Primary trade items: Skilled work groups, high quality housing & Fuel (From Outpost Fueler)
History: After the initial outbreak Haven was little more than an abandoned town with the occasional shambling corpse walking the empty streets. A group who had managed to survive made it their safe-house because of its natural position surrounded by a now empty riverbed, which they discovered generally stopped zombies from getting in to the town itself. From there the group scavenged around – not only managing to score a large amount of food from a sealed up supermarket but also eventually breaking into a sealed up hospital and stumbling upon another group who had taken refuge there. Over time as more and more survivors were discovered in the surrounding area the small safe-house expanded to the point where the survivors began to build upon the current infrastructure to provide the needed facilities and living space for the increasing number of people flocking there.

As time passed this trend continued under the leadership of a single man who took control out of necessity - Frank Carver. Haven soon had a population of over one thousand – despite the constant moaning and droning caused by the undead who continued to move towards the town before falling into the riverbed which had been deepened and had a wall built on the town side. It wasn’t long before the number of zombies was beginning to be an issue – and after much deliberation it was decided that a task force needed to be assigned to clear them out twice every year at least. The first sweep was dangerous and deadly with many men and women being killed during the process – but after several days it was finally complete and the residents were overjoyed by the silence and peace that fell on the town. The process has been repeated many times now and has even become an opportunity for competition amongst some members of the task force – with secret bets being placed on who kills the most.

Over the years the population of Haven is now staggering – with it becoming almost overpopulated. This presented many problems initially, but as the world stabilised and other groups of survivors made contact a system was established. A system of trade and co-operation which was lead by those who had survived and taken charge – those most qualified to lead humanity by doing, by fixing the problems at hand. Obviously the system wasn’t perfect – but it was something. The large amount of survivors meant that there was always skilled and unskilled labour as each person tried to make some kind of a living in this new system.

Through this a balance has been created - in which the towns each produce what they can to barter for the goods they cannot. Haven is now famed for its safety and high standard of living - and trades in mostly shelter and skilled labour and fuel, sending out skilled work forces and fuel shipments in exchange for supplies.


Outpost Fueler
Primary trade items: Fuel (Sent only to Haven in exchange for any/all needed supplies)
History: To the far north a small and isolated outpost was set up at an oil processing and refining facility to once more produce fuel to the survivors, nicknamed only Outpost Fueler. The expedition was the idea of Frank Carver, and it succeed as the group was able to establish an outpost which soon turned into a small community as more people looking for work drifted in and were able to settle. With a heavily armoured defence team and solid walls the outpost became the number one source of fuel for every single community. As an outpost of Haven Frank Carver was able to spread and distribute the fuel as fairly as possible - using it as the primary trading element for Haven, turning it into the centre of the new human society.

But now everything is starting to change. There have been talks about the independence of Outpost Fueler, it's residents starting to feel like they deserve the full benefits of the fuel they produce. As tensions rise all things need is a catalysing element to begin the process of change. If the balance of power shifts what will happen to the people of Haven without their primary resource.

Sloevale:
Primary trade items: Alcohol (Sloevale spirits)
History: In Sloevale unrest is building as a small group has taken control of the town and are using a distillery to produce large quantities of alcohol. Using this commodity they've taken control of the town and have set up several caravans which now trade the spirit amongst the survivors throughout the entire wasteland. With the power of trade behind them this group have now become more like a gang than anything else - terrorising citizens and visitors alike believing that they can do whatever they want as their Sloevale gang grows larger and larger, even now beginning to take control of a few neighbouring settlements.

Anglian:
Primary trade items: Food (fresh & preserved)
History: A place where the residents were able to set up many farm-like areas to grow large quantities of food due to the large solar energy facility and plentiful supplies left behind. They managed to develop a vertical farming method, where using hydroponic lights inside an old apartment complex they are able to defend them with much more ease than the open spread farms which also surround Anglia. There were also many warehouses filled with canned goods in the town and a cannery facility – there have been talks about getting this up and running once more – however they currently lack the skilled labour to repair the machines and need several skilled machine operators to begin the training process.

Boomtown
Primary trade item: Weapons & Ammunition
History: Boomtown is the only place to secure a working weapons manufacturing plant and get it up and running once more. This settlement is much more recent than most others and in comparison is still in it's infancy - with a group of less than 100 occupying the plant, running it and defending it. They also have strong ties to Haven, favouring it strongly in ammunition deals and once more providing them directly to Frank Carver who has seen that it goes first to the men and women defending the city before anyone else - another policy of his which is now coming under fire from those who believe they should be able to protect themselves without relying on the town guard's protection.

Here is some information about the zombie horde themselves.

In the simplest terms these zombies are more or less like you would imagine them to be – many of their traits falling into what can now be considered retro-zombie (in line with the more original ideas, as opposed to neo-zombies.) I will list the details here:

Solanum Virus.
Solanum works by travelling through the bloodstream from the initial point of entry to the brain. Through means not fully understood yet the virus uses the cells of the frontal lobe for replication, destroying them in the process. During this period all bodily functions cease. By stopping the heart the subject is rendered ‘dead’ but the brain however remains alive but dormant, while the virus mutates its cells into a completely new organ. The most crucial trait of this new organ is its independence from oxygen. By removing the need for this resource the undead brain can utilize, but is in no way dependant on, the complex support mechanism of the human body. Some bodily functions remain constant, others operate in a modified capacity, and the remainder shut down completely. This new organism is a Zombie, a member of the living dead.

Also it may be worth mentioning that the Solanum Virus appears to be specifically attuned to humans, as animals infected do not reanimate as they die before it is able to replicate throughout the body, though all animals do seem to all share a natural reaction to the virus – terror.

One already infected – the virus can continue to spread even if the human dies (though more slowly due to loss of blood flow through the body) and can still become re-animated. Though this depends on the viruses’ progress – more research is needed.

Reanimation timeframe:
This is the average timeframe of a bitten/infected individual, though it can differ person to person.
Hour 1: Pain & discoloration of infected area. Immediate clotting of wound.
Hour 5: Fever, chills, slight dementia, vomiting & acute joint pain.
Hour 8: Numbing of extremities and infected area, increased fever, increased dementia & loss of muscular coordination.
Hour 11: Paralysis in the lower body, overall numbness & slowed heart rate.
Hour 16: Coma
Hour 20: Heart stoppage & Zero brain activity
Hour:23 Reanimation.

The zombies themselves have been said to possess superhuman powers, though the actual true abilities and potential are as so:
Never forget that the body of an undead is for all practical purposes, human. What changes is how this reanimated body is used by the now infected brain. It is unable to create any new abilities – but it can use the current tools in unconventional combinations or push their durability beyond normal human limits.

Sight is an interesting one – as the eyesight range remains that of a human. However the major difference is that they can easily spot the difference between humans and one of their own – even when humans attempt to disguise their movements by mimicking those of a zombie. It has also been suggested that zombies may have a night vision – which could explain their skills at nocturnal hunting. This theory has however been debunked by the fact all zombies are expert night feeders, even those without eyes.

Sound. There is no question that zombies have excellent hearing, being able to detect sound and determine its direction. They are attracted to all sounds – not just those made by a living human, they also notice sounds we do not. This may be explained by the fact that zombies use all of their senses equally, where humans are sight oriented from birth.

Smell, like with sound appears more acute than in humans. In both combat and laboratory situations they have been able to distinguish the smell of living pray above all others. Given ideal wind conditions they have been known to smell fresh corpses from over a mile away.

Taste is mostly unknown – other than the fact zombies have the ability to tell the difference between human flesh from that of animals, always choosing human over the latter. Also it is not known whether it is due to taste, but undead will reject a body that is older than twelve to eighteen hours as food.

Touch is the greatest and most terrifying advantage that the zombies have over humanity, their nerve receptors throughout the body remaining dead after reanimation. They literally have no physical sensations. The undead as such feel no pain and wounds will not be noticed and therefore deter any attacks. Even if a zombie’s body is severely damaged it will continue to attack until nothing remains (of either the zombie or the target itself).

Possible sixth sense? Maybe – with historical research coupled with laboratory research and field observation has shown that the walking dead have been known to attack even when all of their sensory organs have been damaged or completely decomposed. It is not known how this happens – one theory is that the virus can stimulate another sensory ability that has been forgotten by evolution – however this is speculation.

Healing abilities are one thing that we can safely say that the undead do not posses. Cells that are damaged stay damaged. Any wounds, no matter their size and nature will remain for the duration of that bodies reanimation. We take our abilities for regeneration for granted – take into account the fact that each time we physically exert ourselves we tear our muscles. With time these muscles rebuild to a stronger state than before. A zombie’s muscle mass will remain damaged, reducing its effectiveness every time its used. Given plenty of time and physical exertion the walking dead will be eventually reduced to a crawl, which brings us to my next point.

Decomposition. The average zombies ‘life span’ before completely rotting away is estimated at five to ten years. This is down to the simple fact that the microbes that cause decay in normal human dead tissue reject flesh infected by the virus, effectively embalming the zombie. If it were not for this then combating the living dead would be as easy as avoiding them for several weeks or even days until they rotted away to bones. Research has yet to discover the exact cause of this condition. Though it has been determined that at least some microbe species ignore the repelling effects of Solanum – otherwise the undead would remain perfectly preserved forever. Also other factors seem to have some effect when it comes to the rate of decomposition, such as moisture and temperature. Undead that prowl bayous and swamps are unlikely to survive those in the cold. For example a frozen zombie in theory could exist for hundreds of years before defrosting and roaming around as if nothing had changed. (Now the very first initial wave of zombies are starting to reach this point, however different areas were infected at different times, meaning that sadly the zombie horde is still very numerous and it will be many more years before the treat lessens.)

Digestion. Recent evidence has once and for all discounted the theory that human flesh is fuel for the undead. A zombie’s digestive track is completely dormant and as such any ‘food’ that they ingest remains in its original undigested state. This partially chewed and slowly rotting matter will continue to accumulate the more the zombie devours until it is either forced out of the anus, or literally burst through the stomach or intestinal lining.

Respiration. Though the lungs of an undead continue to function in that they draw air into the body and expel it, which accounts for the signature moan, they remain obsolete in the fact that they do not extract oxygen and remove carbon dioxide – as Solanum obviates the need for both of these functions. This also explains how the living dead can walk underwater or survive in environments lethal to humans.

Circulation is practically none-existent with the circulatory system being little more than a network of useless tubes filled with coagulated blood. This also applies to the lymphatic system and all other bodily fluids. This is luckily a godsend to humanity – preventing the easy transition of the virus – as if the above were not true then hand to hand combat would be nearly impossible with the splattering of infectious fluids.

The only other factors to mention are that they have unrelenting stamina and determination, though no more strength than that the original human possessed. The average living human presents a dexterity level 90 percent greater than the strongest ghoul. They are unable to swim or even run – an attempt to climb a ladder would be failed by more than 3 in four zombies. Zombies will attempt to scale any surface no matter how unfeasible or even impossible. Their intelligence is practically none existent, failing the most simple of intelligence tests that even a laboratory lab rat could complete. The dead have absolutely no memory or emotion – contrary to what some may believe.

Other than hunger they express no other physical needs or wants expressed in mortal life and as such do not need to sleep.

Communication. Zombies have no language skills, although their vocal cords are capable of speech, their brain is not. The only vocal ability appears to be the signature deep-throated moan that they emit when they spot pray. The tone will remain low and steady until physical contact is made. It will then shift in tone and volume as the zombie commences its attack. This sound unfortunately serves as a rallying cry for other zombies – which causes them to swarm and attack seemingly together despite the lack of any social organisation.

Motivation is an interesting thought for the undead – as they do not physically need to eat, why does their instinct drive them to murder and consume? The truth alludes us, all we have observed is that areas swept by zombies is devoid of all life – though human flesh is preferable to that of any other.

Killing the undead where simple, is far from easy. The brain must be obliterated plain and simple – nothing else will suffice.

The main story would obviously be general survival – but as I said I wanted a focus on action, trade, politics, betrayal, ect between the survivors in the cities and things– and will be setting up a ‘main’ story element for the players to begin with – with the story being mostly player driven depending on how everything plays out.

Name:
Age: (Preferably all grown up)
Sex:
Appearance: (Written description with picture optional)
Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: (Anything you carry and feel should be mentioned. As I’ve said I’m leaning less towards people with lots of guns and gung-pow style stuff. I’m not forbidding it – but let’s go for a nice balance and things here.)
Personality: (The type of person you are and how you handle most situations)
Skills/Weaknesses: (Any particular trade or skill your chara excels at or any major weaknesses that should be mentioned.)
History: (What you were doing pre-day Z, how you survived and what got you to where you are now ect.)
Extra: (Anything that does not fit above)

Name: Frank Carver
Age: 44
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Frank Carver is a man who has aged dramatically in the last few years, his previously dark brown hair now flecked with many streaks and specks of gray. His face is beginning to show the signs of his age as well, with several wrinkles forming as crows feet around his eyes, and his smile lines becoming more pronounced. He usually now has deep rings under his eyes from the late nights working on the many issues that plague Haven and the strain on him can be seen.

Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: Frank has stopped carrying any firearms since the stability of Haven was established – though still keeps a pistol in his room for if it is needed. As he has not left Haven since, he also carries no particular survival gear either – as everything he needs is now provided as of when he needs it. His possessions comprise mostly of a small book which he uses to keep track of appointments and other various things that he needs to do, as well as an old picture of his ex-wife and son (who he has not seen since the beginning of the outbreak).

Personality: Frank tries to keep calm at all times, thinking through each of his actions carefully and considering the effects they will have. He now puts Haven above his own desires – seeing it as the one main hope for humanity to recover itself. He is firm but not unkind, laying down clear guidelines for the citizens of Haven which he follows himself. He considers hypocrisy to have been the big problem of the leaders of the past – and believes that he shouldn’t treat himself any better than those he is protecting. This being said Frank also believes that the democratic nature of the governments got in the way of actually solving the problems at hand – and as such is not really open to the idea of ‘elections’ or standing down from his position as leader of Haven, as he believes he can do a better job than anyone else could.

Skills/Weaknesses: Pre-outbreak Frank was a landscaper and builder by trade, and as such used these skills heavily when establishing Haven and throughout the course of the settlement’s life. He has also developed a skill for leadership – taking action when needed and trying to consider each view before making a decision.
His main weakness would be that Frank did not actually ever want to lead, and took control out of necessity and to ensure the survival of himself and those who were with him.

History: When the outbreak occurred Frank was working out in his van, and was able to easily escape away from the large populated zone due to witnessing an ambulance crashing and several ghouls leaping from the back and beginning to devour people, which was one of the initial incidents. After finding the empty home of his ex-wife and son Frank realised grimly that they were most likely dead, or on the run themselves, so instead decided to get as far away as possible. After running for a considerable period of time Frank met a pair of survivors who had both been policemen before fleeing themselves. Together the small group quickly decided that perpetual running wasn’t the way to live at all – and set out to find a location to make their safe house.

This is what lead them to found Haven together, and as time passed the trio ended up in charge of what was happening there – before finally the responsibility became Frank’s as he knew the other two, though good men who could stand on their own, wouldn’t of suited the day to day life of running Haven. From then on Frank devoted almost every waking moment to solving the problems and improving the lives of the survivors there and making the settlement as safe as possible. He is responsible for the settlements of both ‘Fueler’ & ‘Boomtown’ – funding the entire expeditions and providing them with support as needed to ensure their success.

Name: Diane Barrette
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Appearance: Diane has dark brown hair, which she has cut to shoulder length in order to prevent it being easily grabbed in the case of a ghoul attack, which she also ties back on occasion. Her face is round and slightly shows her kind nature, as despite all that has happened she still tries to smile as much as possible. Before the outbreak Diane could have been considered slightly overweight, but since then she has lost a great deal of weight and could now easily be considered underweight – like many of the other survivors.

Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: As a permanent resident of Haven, and effectively the second to Frank Carver she has no need for weapons or general survival supplies, carrying only a bracelet that was given to her by her mother and a gold plated pen – which was her fathers. She also regularly carries a briefcase with many of the important documents and schedules for Haven. Everything else she needs is provided.

Personality: Diane is a kind-hearted person who generally tries to help wherever and however she can. Since coming to Haven she has since recovered much of her happy and outgoing personality. She still suffers from the occasional depressive moments, especially when failure or death is involved.

Skills/Weaknesses: Diane is skilled at being able to manage and juggle many of the more admin based sides of running Haven, having worked with Frank for the past few years. She is the only other person who knows each of the elements that keeps everything running smoothly on a day to day basis.
Her primary weakness would be her almost crippling fear of the undead. She would do anything to avoid them completely, and as such has not left Haven since the day she entered, and has no plans to in the future.

History: Diane and her parents fled their home when news of the outbreak reached the media, managing to escape in the ensuing panic and chaos. After several months they soon ran out of all provisions and were forced to leave the remote mountainous area that they had been hiding in – their family car being both their only source of shelter and transport. They happened across another group, and together took residence in a small community. After only a week a massive horde was spotted heading towards the community, and in the ensuing chaos both her mother and father were swarmed and torn to pieces before her very eyes. Fleeing with the others she entered an almost strange trance in which she doesn’t really remember how they ended up in Haven – but they did. Once she had recovered Diane started offering help to any others who needed it, and was eventually taken in by Frank who provided her with everything she needed in exchange for becoming his second, and keeping up with the large amounts of work that she needed to do.

Extra: With Frank hospitalised and his chance of survival not being known, she has been thrust into the leadership position at an extremely sensitive time – with the upcoming traders and approaching horde.

Name: Gaius Serra
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Gaius is thin, his skin and body showing clearly the fact that he has been malnourished and travelling rough for a considerable amount of time. His hair is shoulder length, again lank and slightly greasy from lack of proper care or maintenance. A thin and somewhat patchy beard covers his lower face, adding to his rugged and somewhat unclean look. His clothing again shows that he had been through much, many stains of dirt, blood and whatever else covering the once white shirt, which he tucks into a ragged pair of dark jeans. The dark rings around his eyes and his shaky demeanour also indicate that he is suffering from some kind of drug related withdrawal. Hidden under his clothing there are many cuts, bruises and deep scars – indicating above other things that he has at one point in the past been subject to a great deal of torture.

Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: Gaius carries absolutely no possessions – aside from the glock pistol that he was given, with a single clip of ammo.

Personality: Gaius would have once considered himself an intellectual and a gentleman, but those days are now long behind him. He is now withdrawn, stubborn and argumentative, seeking to cause as many problems as he can. He refuses to talk about his past at all and if given the chance will lash out against those who are asking.

Skills/Weaknesses: Gaius keeps his skillset, whatever it may be, a closely guarded secret. His only apparent weakness is that he is suffering through some fairly severe withdrawal symptoms.

History: Gaius’s history is completely unknown – with him refusing to talk about it and the other survivors only recalling that he was with them when their small community was attacked, but not knowing anything about him before this.

Extra: Gaius is the man who has shot and seriously wounded Frank Carver – the current leader of Haven.

Co-GM: None

[Hekazu]

Let's see how this'll work out!

Name: John Wright
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Appearance:

The image, believe it or not, is the most recent of him. Years have passed, and the outbreak did not do any good to his looks either. He was 21 when the picture was taken, and had recently landed a job at the local butcher's as an assistant. Since then, his hair has grown longer and the smile that before the outbreak was a regular visitor on his face has not been around four years. He has managed to keep the moustache and beard away though.
On his free time, John moves around in a brown sweater with a grey t-shirt and very worn jeans, in addition to shoes that look like they'll fall apart on the next step. While working, he dons the outfit seen in the picture, though usually covered in small amounts of blood.
Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: His main weapon of choice is a heavy meat tenderizer. It has more than enough force to smash through even the most thick-skulled zombies, but it might benefit from a longer handle, as the short range of the weapon makes dealing with multiple enemies a very dangerous business, and since when were zombies alone? The other thing that could be taken as a weapon is the meat hook with a chain he carries on the left side of his waist. It is incredibly challenging to use it as a weapon on its own, but when coupled with the tenderizer the hook can be used to make the zombies fall to the ground for the coup de grace. He used to have a handgun, but after having used all its ammo he has left it at home, waiting for days when he'd have money to fill it again. As for survival, he carries around an army model drinking canteen, salvaged from who remembers where.
Personality: The people who knew John before the outbreak were shocked to see how much the man changed. From the smiling jokester (is that even a word?) the events formed this stone faced, and apparently stone hearted machine of a human. He usually responds to you if you speak to him, but the answers rarely hold anything of importance, and trying small talk with him makes you feel awkward, as his answers are short, and he never asks anything back. Anything that even remotely resembles human feelings can be seen when he encounters the living dead. The facial expression of fright, albeit briefly, flashes across his face before he grabs the hook and tenderizer and prepares for what has to be done. All in all, he has become very anti-social during the eight years. If he (somehow) promises something, or arranges something, he is always on time. Under the shell, honesty and punctuality still hold their ground...
Skills/Weaknesses: Not truly a skill, but John has learnt to deal with gore and thinks about zombies as animals, making killing them less tasking on the psychological side. The changes on his personality strengthen this effect.
The weakness of John surprisingly hides in his strengths. A human without feelings is a mere husk of a human, and if the killing of zombies is easier to him, the psychological pressure of suppressing feelings for years is taking its toll on his mental state. It is not yet all that visible, but if a strong feeling is to overcome his ability to hold it back, most likely many blocked emotions will flood at once, rendering him mostly unable to act, especially if we are speaking about so called negative feelings.
History: John had been living his peaceful life near the current settlement of Anglian. Working whenever his help was needed, spending time in the surroundings, having a few romantic relationships that eventually didn't work out for him, John was content with his life. He was by no means rich, neither experienced anything spectacular, but he didn't need to. Then the outbreak messed it all up. At first, nothing seemed out of place. Then suddenly nobody could be seen outside the butcher's, and the owner told John that they'd be closing early. While they were packing the meat they had on display into the cold storage, he was told that a virus referred to as "Solanum" was on the move, and that it was lethal to humans. Not a thing about zombification was mentioned.

There is a great deal of time John's memory does not cover after that, but he clearly remembers how he was with the people who were building up the settlement. His job was to keep the infected at bay with other people. And to this day, whenever there are no animals to make into food, John is sent back to the guardsman's post, making sure nobody carrying the virus is to come inside the walls.

[Lady Rawr]

Splendid John I am sure will fit in nicely with the survivor folks.

Yeah I hope everything goes well - I have high hopes anyway so ^_^

[Base Four]

I find this utterly intriguing, how did I not notice the interest check? Anyway, here, intending on joining-that is, if you have any spots left-you do don't you? :]


The setting seems to be pretty well thought up, and I definitely love the information you wrote up about the zombies-you certainly did some research. Trying to write up CS right now.

[Lady Rawr]

We do indeed have spots left feel free to CS up!

Aha why thank you, I spent quite a bit of time tying to put something together that will last and hopefully provide a very interesting story for us to follow.

[SuperOtaku]

Name: Marcus Castle

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Appearance:

Marcus Stands at 6 feet tall. He has four major tattoos. The first and most noticeable is the large tattoo covering his entire right arm. The image of the drake wrapping it's way around the cross was what linked him to the Chinese mafia and allowed him free reign in there territories. The second was the crest tattooed onto his left shoulder. The image was a hammer and sickle in the center of a shield with the words, "Always Harsh" wrapping around it. This image linked him to the Russian Mafia allowing him free reign in there territories. The third being Lilith, tattooed on his left forearm, Lilith was his wife before the dead rose, and is a constant reminder for him that she might still be out there somewhere. The fourth and final major tattoo was that of a snake wrapped around a colt 1911. This image gave him free reign in The American Mafia's territories.

Clothes: Marcus usually wears combat boots and pants as well as a form fitting T-Shirt. That is the majority of his clothing. He also has a dark green and black hood that he drapes over himself when hunting to concele himself from animals and any, unmentionable others which may pose a threat.

Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: Marcus carries a multitude of equipment for hunting in the dangerous wilds of the world which are listed below

Compound Bow- His compound bow is made up of a carbon fiber titanium mix to increase it's durability and effective range, and is topped off with a chrome black carbon Fiber wolf paint

24 Steel Tipped Arrows- Arrows are made from oak, and steel, to form the basis for a very durable and reliable arrow which can be reused many times over

6 Flint Tipped Arrows- Marcus has perfected his own form of fire arrows for when hunting. They are covered in flint, a mixture of flammable chemicals and phosphorous, so when the arrow is pulled from the quiver it ignites the arrow head ablaze for close to thirty seconds keeping the fire going even after being fired.

Arrow quiver- Holds up to 30 arrows at a time, the inside of the quiver is lined with a special material to allow his flint arrows to ignite, similar to that of a match book.

Cross- Marcus carries a cross necklace that his wife gave to him at all times.

Combat knife- This non-serrated blade was specifically designed for hunting down people and dispatching them quickly and silently. The blade was designed for quick entry into the body and quick and easy exit, allowing the blade to be stabbed through a target multiple times in a short time period. It is made from carbon fiber and titanium just like his bow, and comes equipped with a similar paint job etched into it.
(Keep in mind the only thing he keeps on him when in the city is his knife and cross. And the knife he keeps tucked down into his boot. I'm Just giving detailed descriptions of what he uses and how they've been modified.)

Personality: Marcus used to be a very aggressive man who would start more fights then he could count. But after the events that ended modern society, he became more withdrawn, and peaceful. He tends to shy away from a fight more then not unless his buttons are pushed to far. He has become silent and patient often biding his time and watching what others do, more then not disgusted by the state of things in the outpost.

Skills/Weaknesses:

Strengths

Combat Prowess- Marcus is trained in the use of multiple guns and hand to hand combat styles, but He truly excels in the use of a Bow.

Fitness- Marcus has maintained his physical prowess threw vigorous training regiments and exercises.

Weaknesses

Drug Addictions- Marcus is currently addicted to alcohol and painkillers often taking them as soon as he wakes up and before he goes to sleep to help numb the pain of his sorrows and almost fade through the day.

Deteriorating Mental Health- After the fall of the human race, Marcus fell into drug addiction, which caused his mental health to deteriorate, causing him to every once and a while halucinate and even hear feel and see things that aren't really there.

History: (Having a brainfart and can't think of a good way to write it out so I'll edit later

[Lady Rawr]

Splendid I look forward to the history n things.

So far we have two characters in and two people expressing interest. Hopefully we can get two more characters then start, or depending on how long that takes we can start with less and hope a few more join.

[Mr Odin]

Name: Dom-Soo Kwon; A.K.A Dominic "The Businessman of Sloevale"

Age: 39

Sex: Male

Appearance: “Dom… Dom… Dominic, Christ! Wake the hell up!” Carter swept aside the ragged sheet metal that served as the door to the room in the shanty brothel that Dom-Soo Kwon, known to most in Sloevale as Dominic, had been seen walking into the night before. The big man pushed his way into the scented hole of a bedroom and was greeted by Dominic who was standing, fastening the last button on the elegant cuff of his shirt while the women he had spent the night with lay wrapped in moth eaten blankets.

“Carter my boy…” Dominic whispered, his heavy Cockney English accent turning the gang enforcers name into something closer to cutter than Carter. “…lower your voice. Now why has the guv'ner let a radio rental chap like you off your leash and sent you to disrupt me on this viddy afternoon?” Dominic examined himself in the room’s only mirror as Carter began explaining his energetic entrance. The polished mirror had long ago lost its luster, the heavy gilded frame was showing the bluish green of tarnish, filth collected in the corners of the glass, and a ragged crack snaked across the lower quarter but even with all its imperfections it still did the job.

Dominic had maintained a handsome appearance long before the world spun around and down the toilet of zombie infestation and all things considered, he felt he still did a pretty good job. His face was structured well, attractive to most, and clearly evidenced his Korean / English breeding. An aquiline nose, smooth defined chin, sharp cheekbones, and deep brown eyes all complimented the perpetual smirk that curved his lips. Dark hair spilled back from his head, fastened and festooned in a menagerie of dreads, braids, and bits that created an interestingly unique profile. His body was thin and lean, naturally ectomorphic; a condition that compounded his lean features and slim but tight muscle mass, especially after the comforts of the world had faded away.

However, just because the comforts of the world had faded did not mean that those with the will could not still find comforts and enjoy them. Dominic had the will and the resources… to say he overdressed for the apocalypse would be an understatement. The boots he wore were square toed and supple leather, as polished and clean as the end of civilization would allow. The Businessman of Sloevale also managed to possess multiple pairs of finely pin-striped trousers that though imbedded with the dust and wear of the end times, were always immaculately tailored. He wore an amazingly white shirt under a marbled blue and gray vest, the chain of a silver pocket watch dangling from the slim pocket line.

As Carter finished his frantic explanation Dominic lifted his coat from the bedside table. A fine cut of cloth and leather with long tails, heavy silvered buttons, and thick black cuffs. He shrugged the coat over his thin shoulders and smiled as the weight rested down on him. His hands reached to the opening of his coat near his sternum and he straightened it on his shoulders with a sharp tug. The color of the coat was the same marbled blue gray as the vest but overlain with the distress of the past eight years, showing in the fading seams and corners which were covered with a dusty white threadbare look.

Happy with his appearance for now Dominic reached into his coat pocket and lifted a half empty pack of cigarettes free and tossed them onto the bed next to the sleeping woman. Without a mention to acceptance of Carter or any other motion to his surroundings he swept past Carter and out of the brothel.


Weapons/Survival tools/Gear: “… and you will leave today.” The tone of voice the boss of the Sloevale gang used brooked no argument from Dominic; he would be traveling to Haven as soon as possible. Dominic uncrossed his legs, his right ankle falling from his left knee; he stood with a slight nod.

“Shiny guv, I’ll get off down to Haven and get that twisted lil’ Mick sort-id if he ain’t already been nicked up by the Sweeny or gone for a Burton.” As Dominic walked out the boss of the Sloevale gang shook his head and looked over to his main enforcer, Carter. Carter looked at the boss and tried to reassure him by saying in a confident manner… “I didn’t understand a single thing he said but he’ll get the job done.”

Dominic walked from the boss’s smoky den and out into daylight to see a trade convoy already lined up and prepped to head out for Haven. He hadn’t had time to run back to his place so he had needed to send a runner off to gather his things. As Dominic was looking over the convoy a young boy, the errand boy he had sent, ran up to him huffing and puffing. “I got it all sir, just like you asked.” The young child beamed a smile at Dominic.

“Did ya now lad, well let’s have a proper gander.” Dominic opened the bag the boy had brought everything in. He first removed a faded leather holster that he promptly affixed to his belt, settling the worn leather onto the side of his right thigh. Next he removed a Model 65 Taurus revolver and slid it into the holster. The boys eyes went wide when he saw the gun, not many people carried guns anymore. What the boy didn’t know is what most people didn’t know, there were only two rounds of .38 special left in the cylinder and Dominic had had a devil of a time finding more and even if he had found more, Dominic couldn’t shoot a fish in a barrel if he tried. The gun served a more subtle purpose, when you had a firearm people assumed you had more ammo, and if you had a gun and lots of ammo you had a serious and powerful bargaining chip. Next the businessman of Sloevale removed a few small knives, switchblades and lock-open models… nothing fancy, and tucked them away into pockets. Dominic rummaged though some food packed in the bottom, a flask, some cigarettes, and all the odds and ends he had asked the boy to gather.

Lastly he looked up to the boy and held out his hand. The ragged looking street urchin handed over an elaborately carved walking stick. The cane itself was made of lacquered black hard wood. The toe was capped in silver filigree and the head was an a small but heavy looking hammer, though a nearly foolish point of style in this day and age, the cane was also functional. With a twist of the hammers head the cane could be drawn away and the remaining center core turned into a rapier like weapon. Though Dominic could not shoot to save his life his upper class English upbringing had taught him how to fence all through his formative years, even attaining three collegiate championships. With the greatest of ease he could slide this blade through a creatures eye socket be they human or zombie.

Dominic looked to the boy and smiled as he took the cane into his right hand. “It appears you may be of some use scamp.” Dominic lifted a note from his pocket, a note of credit from one of the local speakeasies. “Get this along to your old man, your mum, or brothers, let ‘em gets some mother’s ruin on me, tell ‘em it’s a reward for raising a solid young lad...” The boy took the paper and was about to be off when Dominic called out and the child turned. “…and if you ever find yourself in a right old two and eight, tell the bruisers your one of Dominic’s lads and they’ll sort ya’ out right.” With that Dominic gathered his things, tossed the bag onto the lead caravan and hopped in for the ride to Haven.

Personality: Dominic is a man that could sell firewood to someone watching his house burn or even sell ice to an Eskimo. Ever since his youth he has been able to talk, reason, worm, contrive, and weasel his way into or out of any situation. He is charismatic and can often times see right into the heart of people, dissecting their wants, desires, struggles, trials, and tribulations before those people are even aware of what he is doing. His skill with people leads to Dominic carrying himself with an air of supreme confidence and even arrogance at times, which is often twisted by Dominic so that people believe his arrogance is just the kindness of a concerned and benevolent benefactor. He is dreadfully intelligent and well educated and knows the solutions to problems people don’t even know they have. He always comes off approachable and welcoming and if you’re not careful this ultimate devil’s advocate will talk you into willingly and happily giving up your first born child.

History: Dominic was born in one of the 66 houses on The Bishop’s Avenue in London England; a lane better known as “Billionaires Row.” His father was a Korean business man that had invested heavily in Chinese companies that processed rare Earth minerals. When the U.S. and Afghan war drew down and these Chinese companies laid claim to trillions of dollars of mineral rights in the war ravaged country Dominic’s father sold, bought, and managed his way into obscene amounts of money. His father’s company had an office in London and on one of his many trips Dominic’s father met a wealthy London Socialite from an equally wealthy family and the rest, as they say, is high society history. His father moved to London permanently, bought a lavish home, and sired Dominic within the first year of the marriage.

Dominic grew up in the lifestyle of sickening wealth. He was tended to and cared for by his parents and a small army of tutors, nannies, coaches, and teachers. Dominic grew up and attended schools like, The Phoenix House, The Hall, and The Arnold House before moving on to tertiary education at Cambridge University and Oxford. By the Age of twenty-eight Dominic held an MBA from Cambridge with concentrations in Culture, Arts, and Media and a Doctorate from Oxford in Management Research.

The young Dominic was always shying from his father’s industry of industrial mining and manufacturing and enjoyed the more cultural side of high society that his mother was a part of. He founded and chaired several organizations supporting fine art and culture and eventually bought and managed one of the finest wine and spirits distributors in the world. This was all before day Z though.

Day Z saw a thirty year old Dominic flying to one of the most anticipated events of the year in New York City. Of course the news ran rampant of odd outbreaks and riots in third world countries but whenever did it not. Some airports were taking extra screening process and Dominic had heard that Moscow international had shut down completely. Things like that would not stop him though, men like him flew privately and thru special terminals, so again, he paid it all little attention. By the time the gala was over and he was trying to return to London an activated US military security guard at the airport told him politely that if his private plane took off it would be followed by its own private fighter jet, which would send his very own private missile to blow him out of the sky. Shortly after this altercation a mob of infected entered the airport and the next six years were chaotic.

Dominic somehow escaped the airport, linked up with a group, made it out of the city… nearly dying more times than he can remember. The group headed south, most died, a new group came along and found Dominic nearly starving on a roadside, and Dominic joined them. This group headed west. This group died a year later and it went on like this with groups and settlements until Sloevale was founded. A supposed safe place, where of all things, liquor was being distilled and traded as a commodity. His old business, one of the oldest in the world, had survived the apocalypse.

For the next two years Dominic lived in Sloevale. At first he worked, manual labor, detestable work and as he worked he aid the foundations of his plans. As time went on, enforcers left, street bosses began to speak highly of a runner and trader named Dominic, people took unexplained walks into the wilds right when Dominic was ready to take their job. The Businessman of Sloevale began to make a name for himself, his swagger came back and so did a ruthless cunning and determination to never again join the ranks of the peons… never, at any expense.


Skills/Weaknesses: Dominic is an expert manipulator of people. Charismatic, confident, educated, resourceful, adaptable, patient, calculating, devious, well spoken (when not speaking his Cockney slang), and intuitive, Dominic can often find out what it is a person wants or holds dear with the least bit of trouble and effort. This coupled with his near sociopathic lack of empathy for the trials and tribulations of others and a supremely arrogant and narcissistic faith in himself forms his greatest skill; the skill of getting what he wants from who he wants without them ever knowing they were working towards Dominic’s ends.

Dominic is also an expert fencer and horseman. Having grown up in some of the U.K.’s finest schools he has fenced, played polo, and fox hunted his entire life. His skill at these endeavors saw him entered and winning many collegiate and European championships before the manure hit the rotary scattering device. After the fall of civilization these skills allowed Dominic to maintain a constant source of movement cross-country and left him a viable means of defense from zombies. A rapier through the eye socket stops many an undead cold in their tracks.

Unfortunately Dominic also lacks some crucial skills. If the poorest marksman in all of Sloevale and Dominic were forced to compete at target shooting Dominic would make that man or women look like a competition shooter. Dominic has little to no marksmanship skills and though he has shot handguns before is probably the poorest shot in recent memory. Despite all the time he spent bouncing from group to group and settlement to settlement Dominic possesses very few of the common survival skills that people have adapted to today. He has always conned, manipulated, and convinced people to do these things for him.

Dominic’s greatest strength is also a potential catastrophe. His ambition has lead him to cultivate networks of people, to weave webs of favors, blackmail, treachery, and shadow all through Sloevale with lines of this web beginning to reach out towards Haven and Boom Town. Though this cobweb of secrecy and information gains him power and influence it also requires a great deal of scheming, maintenance, favors, and plotting to maintain. If some of the plots he has in place were to be discovered, especially by the few people higher up in the Sloevale gang than he, his life would potentially become drastically shorter.

[Base Four]

^That's one...unconventional char sheet, Mr. Odin. I like how you did it, I might try doing the same with some of my future sheets as well. Really creative.

And I apologize for taking so long with the sheet, posting just to say I'm working on it and I'm still here. Sorry for the wait, I'll have it up soon.

[Mr Odin]

Why thank you Base Four. I do that with some of them when I really want to get a feel for the demeanor of a character. Plus since he was a Sloevale native I had to setup how and why he was in Haven with everyone else.