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Can you spot the broken rule?




Name: Jack Morgan

Age: 29

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 160

Equipment:
Carpenter’s hammer
Pocket wire saw
Several spools of fine wire
Poncho
Binoculars
Climbing claws
4 1-quart canteens
A collection of household chemicals, properly treated fertilizers, etc.

Weapons:
.44 magnum revolver
.44 magnum lever-action carbine
.22 ruger pistol with extra clips
60 .44 magnum bullets
400 .22 bullets
Approximately 6 knives, some worn openly, others concealed

Previous Occupation:
Assistant manager for a self-storage lot and private chemistry tutor. Before that, combat engineer in the United States Army.

Appearance:
Jack doesn’t trust other people not to mess with his stuff, so he keeps his rucksack close by at all times. He wears his .44 in a drop down holster, right next to his hammer. His .22 is on his other hip, worn in a crossdraw holster. He dresses in boots, cargo pants, and an assortment of scruffy shirts, and usually wears a hat and sunglasses, even on cloudy days, since his eyes are very photosensitive. The last two fingers of his left hand are missing, and his hands have burn scars from when a small mix of HME detonated while he was working with it.

Bio:
Jack is the sort to play fast and loose with commonly accepted standards of moral conduct. An extremely aggressive man, he likes to pick fights when he’s bored. Because of this, he’s never stayed with one group for very long. Sooner or later he moves on, by his choice or by theirs.
He was in handcuffs when the outbreak occurred, conferring with his lawyer about his statutory rape accusations. They fortified in the courthouse along with some more survivors and tried to hold out, but food was scarce. He didn’t help much either by banging first his lawyer, and then an Israeli girl who was there to take care of a speeding ticket. He claimed he was merely “showing this sniper a REAL long rifle”, but the damage was done and the group fell apart due to internal bickering. He sneaked away that night. Ever since, he’s been roaming, falling in with one group or another. His attitude of “Eat, drink, dance, and fuck like rabbits for tomorrow we may die” doesn’t sit well with most.
He fell in with his current group when he met a scavenging expedition in the local town, and was able to impress them with his knowledge of improvised explosives. The reason he’s sticking with them on the way to Canada? “Dude, isn’t the legal age up there like fourteen or something? Maybe Canucks are less uptight and judgmental than some of you people. Also, Canadian beer.”

Sorry everyone! I have a bit of downtime now so I'll get started :)

Dang both of you guys have stuff about the military in your backgrounds. I had planned to have the sidnificant other in the military. Should I just scrap the bio then?

I don't think so. After 10 years, there are a LOT of war veterans here in the US. Also, veterans are much more likely to survive than others.

It's fine by me, in reality people with family in the military stould a better chance of surviving do to getting warned by there family that was in the military. So it would make sense for more people then usual to have family who were in the military. But I would preffer that, we try to keep it down to trhee people who have prior Military training.

Also Von, I hate to stifle your creative juices, But for your weapon's I'd appriciate it, If you'd stick too, Two Pistol's minimum, and one rifle minimum. Also, I don't mind you listing how much ammo you have but always remember you won't have all 400 rounds of .22 on you at all times. Other then that your good!

Karen was never in the Military
Her oldest brother was a Coast Guard Captain and her other Brother who's still alive "maybe" is a Gunnery Sgt. In the Marines

After the out break she did travel with a reserve army group as a doctor, but before that she was simply an assistant Corner

Lol, you mean maximum, right? Sure, I can take out the derringer. And I live on a ranch in Texas, I buy my .22 ammo by the case of 1,000, or used to before the current ammo shortages. I know how much it weighs. I can carry it comfortably enough.

Once I was playing a zombie RP and still living at home so I decided to list only 1/2 of my household's arsenal... I was kicked from the RP because 'Nobody has that much shit, absolutely nobody and don't argue or we'll try to get you banned.'

HA XD I hear that! Country girl Born and raised right here! I personally purchased a Mosen Nagant. Exact same model as used in the war. Just made in 2011 . . . LoL and yes I maybe sorta meant maximum >__>

The winter war? A genuine polish model? That's what I'm going to get!

I know Karen wasn't, I said you both had military in your backgrounds. Her brother being in the military is still part of her background. If that makes sense?

And heyyyyy! I live in Texas too! I was going to make my character based in Texas xD

But cool, now I don't have to scrap a background :)

The Mosin was his rifle.

Texas? Very nice, I approve.

Horse, Mule an Dog would be the best way to travel because we could set course by dead reckoning and avoid roads an towns using the open plains as our protection against the dead
Heck we'd see them long before they'd see us.
Cars and trucks are so limited and the constant search for fuel a weakness that exposes us to danger

I am interested and already have a character in mind, but a fair warning is that there will be days I absolutely cannot get on as I will be away from my internet connection. most often that will be on fridays and some saturdays especially in the mornings. I can post with my phone on those days if needed but it will be shorter posts. Just wanted to make sure that something like that is going to be okay as I know those are usually high activity days. Also I am fairly experienced at the whole rp thing. Haven't been back to this site in over a year due to having no internet connection at all XD. Couldn't remember my old password.

Edit: My god the default profile pic XD

App away! It's no problem as long as you can post once a week ^__^

Name: Alexia Blackwell
Age: 27
Height:5’9”
Weight: 137 lbs
Equipment:
Canteen- half full-3 20 oz bottles of water
Epinephrine hypos x3
Asthma Inhaler
Good quality braided rope.
Map of the area swiped from a local gas station.
A few cans of surprise food with labels worn away.
4 packages of rice looted from a local food donation center.
Bottle of water purification tablets and a bottle of vitamins.
Crowbar
Zippo Lighter
Box of waterproof matches
2 packs of cigarettes
2x changes of clothes. 8x pairs of socks.

Weapons:
Beretta 92FS 9mm. 4x 9 round magazines loaded. Box of 28/50 additional rounds.
AR-15 601. 1x 30 round magazine loaded. 1x 14 rounds. 1 empty. No addtl rounds.
Nightstick.
Can of Mace: in pack.
3x Tear gas grenades: in pack.
3 inch fold out pocket knife
S&W .40 pistol 1x 15 round magazine, strapped to left calf. 6 extra rounds in pack.

Previous Occupation: Police Dispatch. Originally a smallish town sheriff deputy in Arkansas, two years into her career she found herself busted down to dispatch. She never talks about what happened, so it must have been rather controversial or traumatizing

Appearance: Picture is a decent reference. However once upon a time at the height of her physical condition her weight hovered just below 155 lbs. Now her muscles definition has seemed to melt away along with any excess fat.

Bio: A redheaded woman stood, hand on the hood of a patrol car, arm shaking with fatigue as she tried to hold herself up. Her pallor quickly shifted through various shades of green until with grotesque wretching she slipped to the ground, her last meal landing between her knees. She had thought the man in their drunk tank was just that, until he took a mouthful of deputy Parker back into the cell with him.

A hand landed on her shoulder, squeezing gently, “You okay?” Alex nodded in the affirmative, “Yeah, just a bad memory, you know, seems almost tame compared to what I have seen since, but…” The man nodded at her knowingly, “I read you, but you have to pull it together. I can’t have you falling apart when the shit hits the fan you know? Like last time.”

Charlie had been really grinding her fucking nerves lately, she knew it was her fault his brother died, she felt bad enough about it, so maybe it was understandable when she stood and spun on her heel, the words shouting into the quiet of the night, “I’m fine!” She screamed at the darkness, no one, no one living at least, anywhere near enough to hear her. The redhead wiped fresh tears from her eyes, fighting the urge to retch again and began putting one foot in front of the other, heading nowhere in particular, her steps weaving side to side from weariness from time to time.

Almost unknowingly, unless her subconscious guided her, she had been following after another group. Only assorted trash and the occasional spent shell casings as clues to their passing. Just past midnight she had caught sight of them ahead, the glint of a scope or binoculars zeroing in on her or perhaps just a flashlight errantly waving into the night. She ducked into a nearby building for the night. She didn’t get much sleep that night. Her mind seemed frenzied, trying to decide if she would try to join them or not. Trying to decide if it was worth finding new allies and friends just to lose them, trying to decide if she should even keep going; It was only a few hours to daybreak when she decided, she would try to hook up with them if she saw them again in the morning.

(Once with them she stays just for lack of a better objective and fear of being alone again now that she has found a group worth staying with.)

(Also feel free to say no to any equipment you don't like.)

1. Normally I would count a full length crowbar as a weapon, unless it's a 6 incher, 2, does your character have asthma if so We must talk immediately

Gotta pry your way into buildings somehow. Multifunctionality is a beautiful thing.

Crowbar is a small one as otherwise weight would be an issue, The hatchet can go actually as I saw Vonghese has a wire saw and it was not meant as a weapon.

Inhaler and epinephrine both are actually backstory things. She had a son with her ex husband. Son was visiting father at the time. She never found him one way or another, but assumes him dead. She carries it around still and can never quite bring herself to throw the stuff away.

Blargh, double post sorry.

Anything can be a weapon, including wire saws, hammers, ponchos, plastic bags, 6 inch crowbars, a rock off the ground... depends on how motivated you are.