Premise

The world as we know it as ended. Typically,
we don't have a clue why. It was five months ago now.
Fuck, that went by quick. It began with news reports.
Another big virus has broke loose, people dying all over
Africa and Asia. Just another day, we thought.
By the end of the week the news reports were showing
us live broadcasts of all the big cities - London,
New York, Paris. Only then did people start
crying like babies in front of their tv screens.
Because the streets were all empty. And the next day it
was at our front doors. 99% of those infected would
die, and the rest of us, we'd be hiding in our basements clutching our guns and hoping
for a miracle.

Some say we would have been completely fucked
if it weren't for the supes. If you fancy calling them
that. A lot of people went crazy religious after
the end, and call them the 'blessed' and worship
them like Jesus' grandbabies.

They came in all shapes and forms. Some came with
wings, some with horns. Some could make fire
just by thinking about it, or sweep an entire
horde to the side like a ragdoll. Either way,
they were the ones that saved us. Got us out of
our basements, banded us together and helped
us build our walls around our communities.

But they're few and far between. And they die
just as easy as the rest of us. And with the never
ending hordes never seeming to die, they're worth
their weight in gold.

Background
The roleplay takes place in the town of Barclay, a fictional town somewhere in Eastern U.S.A. The world has suffered a devastating infection which swept the planet in days. Most died from the virus itself whilst it was still airborne and the rest were slaughtered by the undead. Less than 1% of the world's population has survived the infection, and of those a further 1% have been mutated by the virus. This tiny minority are referred to by many names: Supes, the Blessed Ones, Mutants and so on. These people have been helping the last straggle of humanity to survive with their extraordinary superpowers or mutations.
However, the world is still far from safe. Super-powered maniacs roam the wastelands of the Old America, nomadic cannibals have spread across the land in their hunt for whatever flesh they can get their hands on, towns make war over resources and cults have arisen which are more often than not led by crazed mutants.

The Undead
The undead are not your typical run of the mill zombies. They are stronger than your average person, a combination of muscle growth (at the cost of their other bodily parts decaying) and the copious amounts of adrenaline and rage constantly flowing through their bodies. It only takes the snapping of a twig, and the undead become beserk and crazed for flesh.
Despite several months having passed, the undead have not decayed any further than they had in the following weeks after the initial infection. In essence, the undead are immortal, unless they are shot through the head.
Their intelligence levels are also higher than your normal zombie, and can be likened to the intelligence of a dog. Usually given enough time, basic defences can be brought down by the teamwork of a group of zombies.

Barclay
Barclay has a small population of between 150-200 people. The town itself is large enough to hold several thousand occupants, however after the initial infection the population were relocated to the centre of the town and metallic fences were erected around the town centre. The town is ruled by the Mayor Mildred Hunterson, a powerful telekinetic-telepath.

The currency used initially in the town came in the form of Barclay Dollars: a pool of regular dollars which had been signed by Mayor Hunterson herself and distributed. Within the past month, an intranet has been set up consisting of only a handful of computers. From these, each citizens income can be added to or deducted. For instance, if a watch tower guard is paid $100 per fortnight, this is added to his account. If he spends $20 at the grocery store, the grocery store assistant removes $20 from his account. All income and businesses must pay Barclay Tax.
All citizens are assigned a role by the Mayor, although specific requests can be made. Many citizens are on a waiting list to change to a different role.







Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Appearance: (No anime/cartoon pls)
Bio/Recent History/Flashbacky paragraph thingy:
Ability: (One ability or two related abilities)
Physical mutations:
Standard weapon:

Name: "Red"
Age: Widely unknown though supposedly somewhere between 20 and 35




Ability: Noctomancy (control over darkness, most notably to manifest blades and other bladed instruments of destruction)
Physical mutations: None that anyone has seen, given their obscured appearance. However, Red has displayed appalling strength on numerous occasions while endeavoring to protect.
Standard weapon: A fairly ornately designed reverse crossbow as well as what some claim to be "blades" or various sorts which emerge from under the cloak.

(Subject to change as information arises.)
((I'm off to work and can make changes and elaborate when I get back.))

Name: Press Dalton
Age: 28



Physical mutations: None
Standard weapon: Mossberg 500 Shotgun.

Name:Thomas Barley
Age:32
Appearance: Shortly cut midnight black hair that shows his former marine recon roots, and Hard Blue eyes the eyes of a killer.
Bio/Recent History/Flashbacky paragraph thingy:Thomas was born into a military family that valued military tradition over anything else, when you were old enough you were practically forced into a recruiters office, Thomas' sister joined the Navy and served on a destroyer, his brother became a ranger and died in the early days of the infection, Thomas became a marine where he quickly proved to his drill instructors he had what it takes to be a great marine, at the end of basic he was recommended for force recon.

Force Recon training was difficult but for someone like Thomas he excelled in it, the recon instructor called him. "The greatest fucking marine he had ever seen, surely god smiled upon the Corp with this recruit." Thomas tried hard to live up to that even when the infection hit, and the military fell, Thomas was left alone in the world left to wander, eventually he found a group of people who were trying to make it out into the woods of Maine. They didn't make it far before they were ambushed and Thomas demonstrated his incredible ability's, he provided fire support for the crew, and his shots were deadly accurate he killed the leader of the bandits by bouncing a shot off of a car door and through the leaders eye, from there he tested his ability, he was able to throw quarters into a vending machine, his reflexes were top notch, and his balance and agility were also top notched, but his abilities made it hard for him to sleep.

Armed with these new abilities Thomas left the group to go look for his siblings, his search was not in vain while he found out his brother was dead, and his sister was at sea somewhere and could possibly be dead, while out travelling he found the town of Barclay, eventually he was allowed to come in and there he settled, and took up the mantle of a scout.
Ability: Hyperkensis: The ability gives him superb aim,reflexes,and balance he is a top notch athlete and shooter able to pull off difficult shots with ease, also makes him a pretty good pitcher at baseball. The downside is it often keeps him awake his mind is in a constant state of hyperactivity so he basically has ADHD
Physical mutations: N/a
Standard weapon: M40A5 Sniper rifle with bipod and 20x sight, MEU .45 SOC pistol

Name: Flint White

Age: 23



Bio:
Flint was alone when the end of the world happened. He was in his run down apartment when he heard the news in Asia, and was still in their when the undead where in the streets. He kept hidden, quite, surviving off the food he had.
Flint awoke one day from the mattress on the floor to notice the hairs on his back seemed... off. He looked in the mirror and noticed they seemed longer. Throughout the next month the hairs became more like spines and eventually grew into feathers. He thought himself a freak, several times attempting to cut and saw off the deformity but eventually there was too much and he begrudgingly accepted them. He soon had to leave his apartment and begin to scavenge. People saw him and where usually shocked, some thought he was a freak, others deemed him an angel sent from God. It was tough either way. One day he decided to try and fly, he started small but soon it was just like riding a bike. Flint found his way to Barclay, they could see the potential in his power and he was soon scouting. Using his air superiority to help navigate and map out areas.

Ability: (One ability or two related abilities)
Can Fly via wings.

Physical mutations:
Large white bird wings.

Standard weapon:
Large Machete

Character Sheet:

Name: Kylie Evans
Age: 20
Appearance:
Bio/Recent History/Flashbacky paragraph thingy:

Her parents were some of those 'Dooms Day Preparers” that television shows focus on. They had an abundance of food, water, a shelter in the basement as well as weapons and medical supplies. So they were absolutlely delighten when they heard news of the rapidly spreading disease, going as far to tell the neighbors “I told you so.” Kylie could see how their greed transformed them. No matter who came to their house; friends, relatives, her parents would turn them away.

Kylie was locked up in the house all day, completely governed by her parents. They no longer acted like parents, but instead were dictators. Kylie understood why they were so strict and stingy about supplies, but there wasn't even any kindness to be spared. The only thing in the house to bring Kylie joy was her little sister, Megan. Kylie knew it if wasn't for Megan she either would have left home to strike it out on her own, or she would have gone insane.

Soon, news of the illness spreading through the air reached Kylie's home. Her parents went absolutely mental. All windows and doors were locked and boarded up, and every family member was not to talk or stand near each other. Her parents were ready for anything, but this. Soon her parents both fell ill, and Kylie knew her time as well as her sisters would soon be up. The two grabbed any supplies they could carry and fled the house.

Kylie knew she was being tasked with protecting the most important thing in her life. She gave everything she could to her little sister. But soon her young body began to fall from the strain of survival. Kylie began carrying Megan everywhere, giving her all medical supplies she had and all extra food and water. She was told by a passer by that Barclay might have supplies to care for the sick. Kylie moved as quickly as she could, but was too slow.

Watching her sister die out in the middle of nowhere hit Kylie with such a force that she let out a horrible scream and cry of mourning. And out of her mouth shot pillars of fire.

Ability: Fire Breath as well as Heat Generation (These kinda go hand in hand) This power becomes greatly enhanced when she is angry or scared.
Physical mutations: Technically physical, Kylie gives off an almost insane amount of heat. If you were to take her temperature it would be well above the temperature of a living being. In the end the thermometer would likely melt.
Standard weapon: Sledge Hammer and Hatchet

Name: David Gurge
Age: 28

Name: Gendry Hudderston

Age: 42

Appearance:


Biography: Gendry grew up on a small, isolated farm in southern New Mecixo. As a kid, he attended school until 6th grade, when he left to help his parents work on the farm. For his 10th birthday, his father bought him a Ruger Old Army revolver. He would shoot it every day in his free time, and over time he got to be a very good shot. When he was about 17 years old, his father was killed in a bar brawl. His mother was heartbroken, and weakened, when finally, she succumbed to sickness. Gendry decided that he had had enough of the farm life, and he went off to live in the big city of Albuquerque. He sold his farm and his horse, and with the money bought a run-down second-hand car.

After arriving at the city he began searching for a job, but because of his very limited education, he was having a hard time. The only job he managed to be accepted to is a firearm instructor. He worked there for more than two decades, leading a poor lonely life. But being alone for so long drives even the strongest to depression, and soon enough, Gendry turned to the liquor in the bottle. He would get drunk at the bar almost every night, trying to forget the pain.
About the time when rumors of a deadly virus spreading throughout the world, Gendry started to notice some very odd things happening to him. His dead father started appearing to him. When he would tell people about this, they would call him crazy, but he could tell it was not insanity. At first he was very frightened of his dead father speaking to him, but in time he started answering his father's calls. His father would tell him about life after death, and what is was like to be dead. What his father couldn't explain, was why he was back on earth, although only Gendry could see him. His father guessed that he was here to guide Gendry through the hard times ahead of him.

A few months later, zombies started arriving in town. Gendry took up his sniper rifle and two pistols from the gun range he worked at, and started fighting the zombies off along with the rest of the people. Gendry noticed that his accuracy improved hugely, and at times it seemed as if he could slow down time, allowing him to tear through waves of zombies with ease. His father now was always next to him, giving him tips and warning him of incoming threats, although his father couldn't seem to get too far away from Gendry.

But even with these new abilities the zombies were too many, and after a few weeks, the whole town was full of them. Gendry remembered that he had an aunt somewhere in Philidelphia, so along with a few other survivors he fled east in hopes of meeting up with her. The journey was a long one, even with an RV, and in the end all of his fellow survivors perished. Sometime shortly after his last companion died, his RV broke down. He was in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of civilization in sight. So, with no other choice, he continued east, although this time on foot. After 2 days he was on the brink of death, when suddenly he saw something in the distance - a town. His last hope of survival. With the last of his energy and his father's ghost urging him on, he walked to the town.

Two months later

Gendry had already given any hope of finding his aunt, and he had a pretty good life here in Barclay. He didn't really like the mayor, but she was doing a good job protecting the town. She was especially happy when she found out of his special abilities. Although he didn't think she knew about his father yet.

Ability:
- Enhanced accuracy - His shots always hit their target.
- The ability to slow down time for himself, although he can do this only for a few seconds - It drains his energy.
- He can communicate with his father's ghost, who is invisible to anyone but him.
Physical mutations: N/A
Standard weapon: Two Desert Eagles, and a McMillan TAC 308 Sniper Rifle.

Accidental double post, sorry!

Ooft! So many people. Fantastisch! Oh wow, there's so many Scouts! I'll have to kill half of you off. ;)

I'll get putting up the IC. How do you guys feel about kicking off the RP with characters becoming acquainted/more acquainted?
Maybe the Mayor could throw a fancy evening party for the Supes of the town. The scene could coincide hilariously with those characters which will be arriving at the town at the beginning of the roleplay, having basically escaped Hell.

Then later we can get into the crazy cultists trying to invade or what-not.

Ugh, I would kill for a pic like that, DragonBud. :/

Ah well, individuality.

@Hawlin I know right! She is so pretty *^*

@tchtkrmkc I love your character, and I'm already formulating ideas for the ic

dang it double post

People and double posts these days, eh?

I fancy I may fix a drink and get to work on my real CS in the meantime.

Name: Aaron Buskirk
Age: 26





Wow, lots more people! Hi!

Thomas Barley and my character have very similar abilities... It would be interesting to see them fight together.

Everyone's accepted, by the way.

I'll start working on a post