[center]Basically, a group of teenagers from Chicago Central are on a field trip to New York. It went well - they picnicked at Central Park, saw the museums, blah-de-blah. Long story short, after arriving at their hotels and getting into their rooms, they fall asleep. Wake up, and shit's happening. Apparently there was a massive wreck in the streets, and a bunch of blood and gore is dotting the roads. Military officers are cutting off travelling, although they are failing pretty bad, and it doesn't look like reinforcements are coming...oh, and the dead are alive. You have to first battle your way through this hotel filled with frightened people, officers, zombies...yeah. Once you leave the hotel...then where will you go? The streets are filled with the walking corpses, the military men has basically left the streets in their fancy Humvees, and there's chaos, bodies, and general destruction everywhere.

That's the basic premise. [url=http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608039005622111536&pid=1.7he]The Four Seasons Hotel[/url] has been rented out due to the sudden influx of teenagers that flooded it's magnificent rooms on their field trip. Everything was just fine...yeah, until...well...you know. Read the above~

The RP will start in the morning, after all of the students have fallen asleep. All of this crazy stuff has happened over-night, and it's sort of odd that it all didn't wake you up.[/center]

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1. Respect others.

2. Yeh...just because I'm chill doesn't mean I allow rape/sex. Go to PM for that shtuff.

3. Be cool. Oh, and delete the stuff in parenthesis.

4. Common sense. Sorry, but no Hermaphrodites. That's just...odd. No powerplaying. No mary-sures or gary-sues.

5. Peace. My Co-GM is Litepow. [/hider]

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[b]Name:[/b] Devon Jersey

[b]Nickname(s):[/b] Dev, DJ

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] Seventeen. (17)

[b]Nationality:[/b] American

[b]Appearance:[/b] Devon stands at the medium height of 6'1, with fair skin and a lean, slim, and muscular build from sports. His face is rather angular and chiseled - early adulthood, and his eyes are a deep, electric blue, but it seems to turn a deeper greenish color whenever it hits a certain ray of sunlight, although all of this is unnoticeable from under his glasses. Devon's hair is something that he doesn't even try to style, but seems to fall around his face perfectly. A light blonde, almost white, feathery soft mass of locks that straightens downwards. It lightly covers his forehead and eyes, as well. Devon has both of his ears pierced after failing against peer pressure, and he has a rather unnoticeable scar that trails along his left collarbone. Usually, Devon's 'style' consists of wearing a long-sleeve white and black t-shirt, slim, dark red jeans, and comfortable tennis shoes, along with black shades that he keeps on no matter the cost.

[b]Personality:[/b] Calm, casual, and intelligent are three words that best describes Devon. He is a very laidback guy that doesn't get angry easily, although he is quick to become annoyed, and will slice someone down in pure spat fire if bothered tremendously. He is a nice enough guy - maybe a bit too aloof and uncaring, but if you're not, in his eyes, frustrating, than he'll be kind to you as long as you return the favor. Under stressful situations, Devon is usually the guy who takes charge, unless someone else does, which, in that case, he sits back and observes the proceedings with an analytical air. He's not specifically quiet - he is, of course, emotionally withdrawn and comfortable with being alone, but Devon also enjoys cracking sarcastic jokes to release unwanted or unneeded tension. A cool teen that may seem a bit cold, but is just in control of his emotions, and a bit of a rebel. Often very vulgar, even when he's not annoyed or angry.

[b]Biography:[/b] Devon's life isn't anything specifically special. Originally born to a police officer duo, in the urban district of Chicago. Unlike most children in his district, Devon didn't go to Chicago Central like most students. Instead, he was home-schooled by his mother and father, who wanted to spend more time with their withdrawn son, and to get him to open up and have fun, although he transferred to Chicago Central at the age of 15. His life was...fun, if you could put it that way. He occasionally went to the shooting range with his father, getting a grasp of basic sidearm weaponry, although he wasn't a weapons fanatic like a lot of children of law enforcement. Devon participated in the occasional sport, had girlfriends, heartbreaks...thing were going well. He had a future job as a law enforcement officer, like his father, and he could easily fall back on being a DJ if that didn't work out. If only this shit didn't start.

[b]Other:[/b] He plays/played baseball for his school's sports team, and he likes to write stupid raps to release any pent-up stress or tension inside of his body. Occasionally talks in 'ghetto rap slang' whenever he feels bored, which often makes people facepalm, since it sounds so out of character when you look at his otherwise calm, cool, and collected appearance.[/hider]