History: Drei was only three when civilization collapsed, and as such has no memories of the world prior to its current state. His parents were killed when he was five by a band of newly formed marauders and Drei was given the choice to join them or die. He was raised as a raider, taught how to fight and plunder. As Drei grew older he began to want to leave the raiders, and when he turned fifteen he left in the night without letting anyone know. Since then Drei has wandered on his own, surviving using what he was taught as well as by living off the land.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: Drei's personality is slightly rough around the edges due to his past. Raised by thugs, he's generally a gruff, direct, and often rude man, though he has his moments of kindness as well. He is extremely distrustful of most people until he gets to know them, and does not hesitate to attack if provoked. He is a nihilist and often is quick to state his opinions, though sometimes positivity can shine through. Along with all of this, Drei has no problem exhibiting romance and intimacy with men or women, so long as he has grown comfortable with the person in question.
Description: With a rough and weathered appearance, as well as a tanned hide full of scars, one can ascertain fairly easily that Drei has been a survivor his entire life. He stands at 193 cm, weighing 97 kg. Musculature makes up the vast majority of this weight, and even under heavy clothing Drei's large frame is noticeable. His blonde hair, cut ragged by the blade of a knife, shines in the light when clean, though more often than not is full of dirt and grime. Drei's eyes contrast his darkened skin heavily, being an icy blue in color. His incisors were filed down when his adult teeth came in, mainly for intimidation though also for practicality in combat, giving his smile a fierce if not creepy look. His nails are usually filed into sharp claws. Overall his features are quite masculine, with a square jaw, strong cheek bones, and a chiseled nose.
Possessions: Savenged undergarments Hand crafted leather survivalist outfit consisting of fur lined trousers and duster lightly armored with hardened leather Full shank steel toe boots
Equipment: Scavenged recurve bow 15 arrows Slightly dulled hunting knife Hand made leather rucksack Light blanket
Notes: From his time with raiders, Drei learned how to use firearms and is an excellent shot. Drei is skilled at hunting and preparing his own food, though has needed to consume human flesh many times, and no longer has any qualms with cannibalism. When it comes down to a fight Drei is right at home with hand to hand combat, preferring his body over weapons most of the time. Due to being raised by marauders, Drei's education is severely lacking. He was barely taught the alphabet and is still unable to read. What he lacks in intellect however is made up for in raw power and visceral instinct.
During the fall of civilization, Raguel was doing his best to maintain order in the state. He was an elected member of the state's legislative branch, and was the likely prospect to be a candidate for governor. When chaos's hammer finally fell in the state capital, he fled.
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Personality: Raguel is certainly good at hiding it, but he has an immense fear of being alone. He has a "look out for number one" outlook on life, but in a broader sense than the individual. He'll do anything if it means keeping his community safe. Aside from that, he is calm, cool, and calculated, always taking a moment to ponder the best route to a desired outcome. Easily approachable, yet understandably liked by those he looks after, he can come across as a jerk to a stranger... Which, perhaps, isn't necessarily wrong.
Description:
A man who looks his age, Raguel is an impressive man. He has peak social skills, the luck of being a naturally charming individual, and a relaxed posture. Aside from that, he has a black belt in Kendo and a blue belt in Jujutsu, and had hunted a fair share for sport. He has mild arthritis in his left knee and fair vision, though it has certainly been affected by age.
Possessions: * A white suit * Sweatsuit * Hair Gel & Comb * Straight razor kept at home * A home in his community, and some of the luxuries that one would have imagined came with that in the old days. (Not a lot, though, and I don't feel it is practical to make an extensive list of household items.)
Equipment: * Beretta M9 with 18 bullets and 4 clips (One full and loaded in the gun, one with three, and two empty... For now.) * 19 inch Kopis machete & a sheath. * Satchel * Swiss Army Knife
I do understand that this may be a bit much to start out with, but I find it understandable given the fact that he is the benevolent dictator leader of a small and rapidly blossoming community.
Notes: He highly trusts only two individuals from his community at the time of the RP's start: His muscle, Kaid, and his best scavenger, Ivory. Kaid and Ivory will merely be frequently-present NPCs. If a CS for them is necessary, then I would be happy to make them.
Kaid: Kaid was born after the end days and never met his parents. He was never a bright boy, but it doesn't take much to realize that using the physical advantages that come with being built like a professional basketball player meant getting what you wanted darn near all the time. He had a good life on his own, until he tried to push around the wrong man. Despite his size, Raguel's superior martial arts skills ended up leading to his inevitable defeat and swearing of allegiance to the ex-politician.
Ivory: Ivory was also born after society had fallen, but she had the luck of having both of her parents around even to this day. They taught her how to live off the land, and how to scavenge better than just about anybody. Using her nimble build and athletic gifts, she often utilizes parkour when in old towns and cities to get from place to place. Ivory often packs a light load for the sake of mobility, and she can run for miles on end. She'll usually avoid direct conflict, utilizing either stealth or quiet weapons to stay out of hairy situations.
Amie held a 4.0 GPA through all four years of high school. Developing a deep interest in modern medicine, she transferred to med school immediately afterwards, paid in full by a scholarship. Over the summer she took a three-month EMT course and worked in a hospital at an intern, filing paperwork and adjusting to the atmosphere. Two weeks before she moved into new dormitory, rumors spread of some kind of disease that had started up. Before she knew it, hospital everywhere were flooded with patients. Whatever it was, it traveled fast and killed faster. Amie found herself working full-time at the hospital, now dealing with corpses instead of files. It was far more macabre than she was prepared for. More than anyone was prepared for.
It was inevitable, really. The doctors who weren't infected were unable to keep up with the sick people. Panic lead to fear, which soon lead to violence against the doctors and staff who weren't able to cure the disease. Supplies were depleted, staff were exhausted, and Amie, along with everyone else, was excused from duty in the interest of her personal safety and her inability to help. Amie returned to the local rescue squad, only to find it destroyed. Protesters, insane with fear, had firebombed it. One of them spotted her, still wearing her white jacket with her temporary ID badge tagged to the front, and threw a brick at her, missing her head by inches. Amie had gone from a promising medical student to an outcast, hated for her inability to fix everything magically and instantly.
Amie ditched the jacket and headed for home, the last safe place she knew of. She arrived to find the door locked and her parents gone. A letter taped to the front door, written in her mother's flowing cursive, filled her in: the hospital staff informed them that Amie was deceased, claimed by the disease she had worked to cure, and under threat of escalating violence, they had been evacuated with everyone else. If it wasn't true, they told her to come to the nearest safe haven. The house key was taped to the back of it, so she let herself in, grabbing a handful of supplies and stuffing them into her school backpack. To her further dismay, Amie found the haven, which was little more than an apartment building guarded by a wire fence and gate, in ruins. Several days of searching turned up only a handful of shell-shocked citizens, who let her know that anarchy had fallen on the States. Nowhere was safe anymore. Distraught and exhausted, Amie collapsed.
She spent years in the remains of the haven, helping people who were actually grateful for medical assistance. They formed a small community, her and about eighteen other people, and little by little the building was rebuilt. Debris was cleared out, windows were boarded up, and plumbing was restored (something that everyone was particularly grateful for). The survivors took turns on guard and scavenging duty, except for Amie. Her skill was invaluable, so she remained almost exclusively at the haven, though she occasionally joining a scavenging party to hunt for more medical supplies. Over time, the numbers dwindled as others decided to try to go back home, at least to see if it was still there. None of them ever returned. Did they make it back, or...? She tried not to think about it.
Gender: F
Age: 34
Personality: Optimistic Realist. Amie's well aware of how bleak things are, but she manages to maintain a good view of things. Being miserable and depressed won't get her anywhere, no matter how bad it gets, so she tries to keep her head up and smile if she can. Amie is bright and intelligent, and has a good bit of practical know-how besides her training in medicine. She learns easily and adjusts to circumstances if possible. Her faults come in strength and defense. Amie is not very strong, and she's pacifistic to a fault. She refuses to carry a lethal weapon and sides on using her brains to get out of things. Amie is also too quick to trust, and can make the mistake of assuming others are as cooperative as she is.
Description: Caucasian. Medium height and build (over a decade of travelling has given her a decent amount of muscle). Straight, dirty blonde hair that travels a little past her neckline. Bright blue eyes. Wears a faded army jacket, a black t-shirt, blue jeans, grey sneakers and a pair of gloves that she cut the fingers off of. She has a ball chain necklace with a single dog tag stamped "AMIE" and two small holes in each ear where they used to be pierced (she removed them years long ago).
Here's a rough digital sketch:
Possessions: - Faded camouflage army jacket - Black t-shirt - Blue jeans - Sneakers - Black fingerless gloves - Cheap pair of blue-tinted polarized sunglasses in a zippered soft case - Cheap metal wristwatch that doesn't work anymore and is frozen at 10:00 PM - Small pocket Bible with Psalms, Proverbs, and the New Testament
Equipment: - Mercury Crimson High Sierra XBT TSA backpack - Steel-rimmed reading glasses in a hard case - Small medical kit in a green cross-shoulder satchel with a red cross stamped on it - Food: Two granola bars, one bag of beef jerky, two bottles of water, one steel thermos containing coffee (for emergencies, according to her) - ASP 21' expandable baton (copsplus.com/prodnum13039.php) - ASP baton scabbard (copsplus.com/prodnum2087.php) - Leather Wingman Multi Tool: 420HC Combo Knife, Bottle Opener, Can Opener, Medium Screwdriver Package Opener, Phillips Screwdriver, Ruler (1 In/2.54 Cm), Small Screwdriver, Spring-action Needle Nose Pliers, Spring-action Regular Pliers, Spring-action Scissors, Spring-action Wire Cutters, Wire Stripper, Wood/metal File
Notes: 1. Amie is a saved Christian and reads her personal Bible on the daily. It's the only thing she has complete trust in. 2. Amie has some experience using an extendable baton in a fight. Not enough to earn a belt in a martial art, but some. 3. As part of her degree, Amie became a registered EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). She has significant medical expertise, especially with first aid and emergency treatment, though she has a weak stomach and can't handle gore. 4. Amie sleeps heavily and isn't easily woken up. Don't expect her to catch an intruder unless they're wearing metal boots.
Name: Joseph "Joe" Filion (AKA: "Fill" or "Big Joe")
When the End of Days began happening, Joe and his family spent most of their available time in church praying. His children were only 5 and 6 years old then. They did not understand and their parents tried desperately to make sense of it for their children. It was easier when Pam was alive, but once the children's mother passed, Joe had a very difficult time explaining what was happening. He forced himself to be strong for the children. He had to reflect back on his combat tours in the Middle East to help him cope with this changing new world.
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Personality:
Joe suffered from depression when Pam died, but within the first year following the event that created the current apocalyptic situation, he got over the loss. He experienced the same thing years earlier when his father died and then eventually when his mother, two sisters and their families passed away at all. It was devastating initially, but he did come to terms with it and has hardened as a result. But his heart had toughened up from friends who he'd seen killed in Afghanistan and Iran while he was on active duty.
For the most part Joe is an upbeat positive man. He prefers to give people the benefit of the doubt, but in this crazy world has come to the conclusion that it is dangerous to trust someone too early. Approach with caution is the buzzword when encountering strangers.
If Joe is well rested, he is a sane man. If he gets tired or has to go long extended periods of time without sleep, he becomes irrational. He will yell at people for no apparent reason. His children become nervous and skiddish when he gets like this. He used to beat Joe when he was little, but quickly learned to stop doing that. It served no purpose for his son and the lack of beatings helped to develop a strong relationship between father and son. His daughter idolizes him, looking up the older Filion man.
Description:
Joe looks younger than he really is. This is a quality he inherited from his mother. Once when she was 47 years old, someone asked her why she married such an older man. Dad was 50 at the time and he always looked older due to a rough life of beer drinking and working on the railroad. The older William Filion had lost his father when he was 10 in 1968 and that had a negative impact on him as well. Mom appeared 40, so they must have appeared at least 20 years apart.
Joe typically wore either golf shirts or T-shirts and jeans with a soft brown leather shoe before everything went to hell. He wears a gold/silver colored Seiko wristwatch and his wedding ring. He also wears the dog tags that were issued to him when he was in Basic Training thirty years ago. Today, he wears what is left of his old US Army ACUs; relics from his past life. He outfitted his two children with these uniforms as well. Joe also wears the a dark grey baseball cap depicting the blue and red insignia of the Buffalo Bills. Joe recalls feeling excited for the Bills' prospects prior to the apocalypse.
Joe has a leathered appearance to his skin and a few scars under his clothing you cannot see when he is dressed. There is a small scar, front and back on his left shoulder. They were gifts from a Taliban insurgent in Afghanistan when Joe was 19 years old.
Joe stands 71" tall and weighs 205 Lbs. He is soft in the middle, but otherwise average to above average strength for a middle-aged man. Joe is primarily of French Canadian Descent, but also one-quarter Seneca Indian. His skin tone is fair, but he tans well in the summer time; attributable to his Native American heritage. Joe's blue eyes have always been one of his more alluring features. Although he prefers a high and tight haircut for his brown locks, as of late, he has allowed them to grow out, to include the beard, which has filled in with many gray hairs. He is always on the lookout for a qualified and willing barber.
Joe's strengths include an organized mind coupled with years of experience in small unit tactics at the squad, platoon and company level. Since his days with the US Army and New York Army National Guard, Joe has always qualified expert with rifle and pistol. People often joke that there is nothing more dangerous than a second lieutenant with a map and compass. Joe enjoys countering that quip with the reality that he has an uncanny sense of direction. He always knows where north is.
Danger Sleeping BEAR! Please don't wake him up. Joe becomes irritable if not allowed to sleep at least six hours straight, uninterrupted. This makes him difficult to work with when he gets like this. He becomes crabby and miserable, yelling at people for no apparent reason. His wife used to refer to him as Grumplestiltskin. Due to three ear infections in the left ear when he was younger and a failure of the left Eustachian Tube to drain properly, his hearing is 10% impaired in the left ear. Joe can be lazy if not properly motivated. He is easily distracted. It is a terrible thing to admit, but he tends to remember things just a little wrong. Joe talks too much. He tends to be overly friendly and may divulge personal information that is irrelevant to what is going on. He is susceptible to the TMI bug. He engages the mouth before the brain too often; saying inappropriate things.
history:
Joe was born and raised in East Aurora, New York, a suburb of Buffalo. His father, William spent thirty years in the employ of the CSXT Railroad out of Buffalo. His father either worked locals along the Belt Subdivision or ran the lines up to Niagara Falls or out to Rochester. Joe swore that he would never work for the railroad. Since the age of 10, Joe has been reading Military History. It is his fascination. Before the end of days, Joe received regular subscriptions from Military History Magazine, World War II and Military Heritage Magazine.
After graduating High School in 2003, Joe enlisted in the US Army. He was motivated to serve after seeing the Airliners hit the World Trade Center a year and a half earlier. He attended Infantry Basic Combat Training (BCT & AIT) on Sand Hill, Ft. Benning, GA later that year. Upon graduation from Basic and AIT, Joe attended the Airborne School, also at Ft. Benning. Immediately following the four weeks of physical fitness training associated with earning the silver wings or Parachutist's Badge, Joe Filion was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 75th Rangers at Joint Base Lewis-McChord. Instead of being shipped to Washington, the Army wisely sent him to the Ranger School at Ft. Benning, since he was already there. Ranger school was an extremely challenging course, spending two weeks each at Camp Darby on Benning; Dahlonega, Georgia's Mountaineering school; Eglin Air Force Base's Jungle training and Ft. Bliss, Texas' desert training. Ranger school teaches the student small unit tactics (squad and platoon level) in extremely miserable conditions. The students may sleep two to five hours in a 24-hour period and it is rarely consecutive. They also eat roughly one or two meals worth of food a day. When the eight weeks of Ranger School was complete, Joe Filion was lean at 170 Lbs.
From March to May 2004 and July to October 2004, the Battalion deployed to both Iraq and Afghanistan. Although Joe anticipated being sent to Joint Base Lewis-McChord, home of the 2nd Ranger Battalion, those plans were interrupted. He was permitted to sign into the battalion in Washington, but as soon as he arrived, the battalion packed up and headed to Iraq for a two-month deployment. He did not see his barracks until he returned in May. But it was a brief visit as the battalion returned this time to the Stan in July for another three month deployment. He finally returned to Lewis-McChord in October, 2004.
During his first trip to Iraq he was involved in no fewer than five operations including contact with the enemy and somehow managed to remain unscathed. On his second tour, a 7.62mm slug from a Taliban AK-47 entered his shoulder, missed the bone and exited his back; what is known as a "through and through". It was a clean shoot that would heal up quickly. The wound was enough to end Joe's visit to the Middle Eastern paradise.
In 2005, Joe changed duty assignment, being assigned to A Company, 1st Battalion, 36th Infantry (Mechanized), 1st Armor Division, Ft. Bliss, Texas. He hated being in a Stryker Infantry Battalion, but it appeared to be the way to go. Joe often referred to the M1126 Infantry Carrier Vehicle he and his squad mates rode in as "steel coffins". But the Stryker was actually a comfortable ride.
In the summer of 2006, his three years of active service ended and he returned to New York. Due to his veteran status, he was able to put himself through college at State University of New York at Buffalo (SUNY). He also joined the New York Army National Guard that September. At that time, the NYANG had a program that if you attend a state college and you were a member of the guard, your tuition was free of charge. He received a Bachelor's Degree in Political Science graduating in 2011. Due to military commitments, he ended up spending a year longer than planned in school.
In Joe's opinion, the National Guard was weak, professionally and the solders lacked discipline. It disgusted him when he saw US Army regulations disregarded. Joe had been drilled to respect and appreciate the uniform while on active duty. He wore the Ranger scroll on his right shoulder (combat patch) and the Combat Infantry Badge (CIB) over his left breast pocket along with the Parachutist's badge. He also had the Ranger tab on his left shoulder over the 42nd Infantry Division patch. Specialist Filion's uniform was always starched and pressed, his Corcoran jump boots were spit shined and he always wore a high and tight haircut.
In 2008, Joe Filion graduated from the state's Officer Candidate School (OCS) and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant (Reserve) in the New York Army National Guard. While an officer in the guard, Lieutenant Filion served as a Rifle Platoon Leader, Heavy Mortar Platoon Leader, and Executive Officer. From 2014 - 2016, He commanded C Troop, 2nd Squadron, 101st Cavalry Regiment in Buffalo. He thoroughly enjoyed his time as an Infantry Captain and Troop Commander. During the Infantry Officer Advanced Course (IOAC) at Ft. Benning, GA, Joe wrote his Battle Analysis on the 1st battalion 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division's actions at Nijmegan, Holland in September, 1944. He also gave a presentation on the Battle of Santiago, Cuba in 1898.
In his civilian life, Joe worked as a Police Officer for Buffalo Police Department. He hired on at age 21 after he left the Army. The department was busy. His job took him to any of the several hospitals in the city. On one such visit, he met a young woman named, Pamela Grant who he fell in love with. In 2010 at the age of 25, Joe and Pam married and moved into their home in West Seneca, NY. Joe retained his employment with the BPD. Pam worked at Women and Children's Hospital of Buffalo. She worked in the CT department (CAT Scans). Due to the demand for qualified health professionals, Pam's salary was far greater than Joe's; at least twice as much in annual figures.
At the end of 2010, their first child, Theresa (Terry) was born. In the summer of 2011, Joseph (Junior) arrived. Due to the event that killed off 90% of the human population of the planet, Joseph lost his wife, Pam to this mysterious plague. Theresa and Joseph, have somehow survived with their father. Theresa is now 22 years old and Joe Jr. just turned 21.
Possessions:
- Dillon Reloading Press - storage bin containing gunpowder, ammunition dies, primers and spare projectiles - Molds for crafting 5.56mm (.223 cal), 7.62mm (.308 cal), 7.62mm (Soviet), 9mm (pistol), .45 cal (pistol) and .30-06 Cal (rifle) projectiles. - Photographs of his deceased wife. - Ambrose, Stephen, "Citizen Soldiers" (1997) - Ambrose, Stephen, "D-Day; June 6, 1944: The Climactic Battle of World War II" (1994) - Ambrose, Stephen, "The Victors; Eisenhower and His Boys: The Men of World War II" (1998) - Ambrose, Stephen, "Band of Brothers" (1992) - Miscellaneous copies of Military History Magazine from 2015 and 2016. -16ea 20 round aluminum box magazines for M1A - 6ea 15 round aluminum box magazines for M9 - 12ea 30 round aluminum box magazines for M4 - 8ea 7-round aluminum box magazines for M1911A1
1. Shortly after it was clear the end of days was upon the citizens of Western New York State, Joe Filion acquired a High Mobility Multi-Wheeled Vehicle which he used to travel around the area in with his two children.
2. Check out: Joseph Filion's Journal. I will remove items below as they happen in the journal.
3. They joined a group of survivors who caravaned together for several years. Over time, the members of the group died off or moved on with other groups leaving Joe and his children alone.
4. Although, Joe began with complete sets of Army Combat Uniforms left over from when he was in the New York Guard, most of those have ripped out and rendered useless. He has taken to wearing dark colored cotton trousers, combat boots, dark colored T-shirts and a black leather jacket. He still wears a Buffalo Bills baseball cap. His dog tags remain around his neck and he still wears his watch and wedding band.
5. Moving around the area allowed him to link up with "Grisha" and O'Keefe. Although Joe has been offered to ride on the inside of the T72, the former Infantry Officer has declined every time. His son, Joe Jr. has filled in has driver and gunner from time to time. But so far Terry and Joe Sr. have remained outside the turret.
6. Not long after linking up with Grisha and O'keefe, the HMMWV they have been using broke down. Instead of attempting to find repair parts, they have been forced to abandon the utility truck and transfer their equipment to Grisha's Tank.
7. Watson brothers drive a car bomb into Grisha's T-72. Joe Jr. punctures an eardrum, but survives the explosion.
Imported from a heavy military surplus retailer in the Czech Republic into the United States by a rich collector shortly before the collapse, this T-72M1 was found still crated up on the property of its would-be owner, complete with a small stock of ammunition, shells, tools and other equipment. Affectionately called “Ural” by its crew, it has served for the last three years as their home and transport.
Age: Manufactured in 1979, in Czechoslovakia.
Crew and passengers:
Commander and scout: Gregory “Grisha” Bainbridge, 18 PLAYED BY SECTION Born in the last few years before the end, Gregory Bainbridge was left an orphan when his mother died in childbirth. As a youth, he lived among a small community living on the island of Bainbridge (which became his namesake), in the former state of Washington, but after developing a wanderlust in his teenage years, he decided to set out with his best friend, John Kawaguchi and head south. It was in the former state of California on the decimated property of a rich collector of military vehicles that they found their new, moving home, a T-72M1 main battle tank and since then, they’ve lived a nomadic lifestyle, picking up new members of the crew along the way. When on the move, he fulfills the role of commander of the tank and when it stops, he’s the main scout, looking for supplies, diesel fuel and making a plan of where to go next.
Gunner: John Kawaguchi, 20 NPC John Kawaguchi, also born on Bainbridge, is Gregory’s best friend and almost like an older brother to him. A fanatic of old world relics, militaria and adventure, it was he who initially pushed Gregory to leave the relative safety of their community and see more of the world. He was the first mechanic and driver of the tank, giving it the name Ural after the Russian name for the initial model of the T-72 and oftentimes, conflict erupts between him and the rest of the crew over whether or not some little item that catches his fancy should be taken aboard or not.
Driver and mechanic: Andy O’Keefe, 45 NPC A veteran of the last war the US Army ever fought, Andy O’Keefe is a proud Coloradan and used to be a crewman of an Abrams tank, which lead to him becoming the driver and mechanic of Ural when Gregory and John passed by his survivalist hermitage, conveniently when he was running out of supplies. A crude man, he’s never afraid to say what’s on his mind and his tales of life before the collapse are enjoyed by the rest of the crew (most of the time). Often argues with John about the tank, as he enjoys mocking it as the tank of his former adversaries, which the latter loathes.
Passengers: -Raisa Feofilevna Pasternak, ex-scout and pseudo-chef, 16 TO BE PLAYED BY SECTION Born in Moscow, former Russia, Raisa came to North America in a group of migrants seeking to escape the anarchy of post-collapse Russia, where in the cold rubble of the cities, skirmishes were fought between looters, survivors and the remnants of the Russian Army and in the cold plains, few supplies could be found. Soon after their ramshackle boat arrived on the west coast from the Russian far-east, they were scattered by bandits and Raisa’s group steadily dropped until it was only her when she was found by the crew of Ural. She was for a long time the second scout of Ural, operating alongside Gregory (who she gave the diminutive nickname “Grisha”, which is jokingly used by most of the crew) or on her own, until she fell sick. Currently, she is still sick and survives on medicine found by Gregory on his excursions. Speaks English fluently with a rather heavy accent, but enjoys mixing Russian expressions and words in.
-Joseph "Joe" Filion, 47 + Joseph Filion Jr., 21 + Theresa "Terry", 22 PLAYED BY GUNTHER {See CS}
-Franklin “Frankenstein” Scott, camp guard, 26 NPC An African-American hailing from Chicago, Frank is a gentle giant of a man, standing at nearly two meters tall. With immense strength, he was once a bouncer at a nightclub, but during a fight with a drunken man, he was left with mean wounds in his legs which give him a gait and keep him from running. Thus, he serves as the guard for the camp when Ural runs out of fuel, as well as the strongman for carrying supplies. He’s a close friend of Andy and often helps him with maintenance on the tank. Was once married, but lost his wife to disease, making him very sympathetic with Raisa. In general, he is well-liked among the group.
Description: While once found in mint-condition, over the years, the T-72M1 has received a lot of wear and tear, missing some rubber side-skirts on both sides and the coaxial machine gun has been long removed and replaced with a make-shift viewport. As well as this, the spotlight has been shattered and broken. The single round for the main-gun has been loaded into the auto-loader and in the place of the shell-racks, the most important supplies are kept, such as medicine, exhaustible foods, and some weaponry for the crew. On the exterior of the turret, the extra caterpillar tread pieces have been taken off and used and in their place, tarp bags containing tents, sleeping bags and blankets have been attached, protecting the sleeping arrangements of the crew and in various bags and suitcases attached to the sides of the tank, personal possessions, food and other supplies are kept. The most important equipment for keeping the tank in working condition is kept in the turret bustle box. Another important feature behind the turret is a reloading press tied to the back, belonging to Joe Filion. The once green paint has started to wear and tank itself has rust in areas and especially dirt, mud and dust. The three main crewman sit inside the tank, whereas Raisa and the Filion's are seated behind the tank, near the engine compartment and on the sides of the turret. Franklin mans the NSVT 12.7 mm machine gun, seated on top of the commander’s hatch. Finally, behind the engine compartment, a fuel tank hangs, along with a few jerry cans tied to it.
Equipment Summary (at the beginning of the RP): One 125mm HEAT-FS round (High-Explosive Anti-Tank Fin-Stabilized) One-hundred-twenty rounds of 12.7x108mm API (Armor-Piercing Incendiary) One smoke grenade left in turret launcher. Enough food for a week and a half of very modest eating. Enough collected rainwater for a week of very modest drinking. Enough blankets for the crew, three tents. Various camp-making and survival supplies. One Mosin-Nagant bolt-action rifle with seven 7.62x54mmR rounds (emergency weapon, carried by Franklin in any situation where the NSVT might not work anymore). Two Makarov pistols, one broken (belonging to Raisa) and the other kept inside the tank in case of emergencies, seventeen 9x18mm rounds. Basic first-aid kit. Tanker helmets for the crew.
[Where you were and what happened around when things began to fall - IE a short paragraph describing the occurrences around your character when the world fell to 'chaos'.]: He was at a Varsity Lacrosse game. Mid game his parents stopped by and picked him up and took him home. They were packing as fast as possible. During all the frantic packing Gray went to ask his parents what they were packing for when he heard the door blow open. A man ran in yelling, He ran and grabbed his Lacrosse stick (Middy or attack-men stick - not his long pole) and his lucky ball. He ran down stairs and found his parents in the corner and heard the man coming around the kitchen corner. He ducked behind the stairwell as the attacker came around the corner and kill his parents with a Pistol. He turned the corner after he heard the shots and whipped the ball. It hit the attacker straight in the face and broke his nose bone into his brain. He killed a man. Grayson left the room and packed all the stuff he could carry in two packs. One over the shoulder and one like a back-packing backpack. He put on all his lacrosse gear and headed out with only one last look at the room full of death.
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Personality: Grayson is a very very straight forward person with a clear mind and focused attitude all the time. Nothing ever gets him side-tracked, He is a solid wall mentally (and physically). Grayson can think and react clearly in any situation. He has an eye for women with a hidden romantic side that is almost never shown. He never talks to his parents and as a downfall is very introverted.
Description: Very handsome. Shaved head {He cuts his own hair as often as he finds a big enough mirror and has time} with this design on both sides of his head ( imgur.com/5aJxyke ) 6'5" and muscular. imgur.com/yAYV4L9
Possessions: Pair of aviator sun-glasses.
Equipment: A three person tent. Osprey Xenon 70 Backpack (black and Gold) Large side-slung Puma duffel bag (matte black with golden puma) Propane burner with small pot and pan 2x Propane containers (at the moment) A fresh killed Rabbit carcass Lacrosse helmet (Matte black with a 17 [Varsity #] engraved on it in "Gold" Lacrosse style shoulder pads Lacrosse gloves (again matte black with gold accents) Lacrosse Attack-men stick 3' (ish. maybe shorter) with sharpened end (opposite of the "head" of the stick) Lacrosse Defense "Long-Pole" 8' (ish. very tall/long) also sharpened (Color of sticks: imgur.com/MIlSdVU) (Long-pole vs. attack-men stick, size compare: imgur.com/AklEBRL Blue= Attack-men stick, Black= Long-pole in picture) Air-Rifle with multiple packs of ammunition ( Air-Rifle imgur.com/2TI2MVc Ammo imgur.com/7w3M2L2) 6" combat knife he picked up while looting imgur.com/JIlNB0V
Notes: Pretty much everything has been explained. Tough kid. Awesome parents that died during the collapse. Varsity sport star, Super athletic. Very muscular and fit. He can run for long periods of time even with his packs on. Introverted, keeps to himself. rarely talks to people. Also... as a fun note... He always wears bright blue shin compression sleeves that stand out when he is wearing his shorts and always has a "Tommy Copper" style back brace for support.
[Where you were and what happened around when things began to fall?] Despite being born in 2011, he has very few memories regarding the world before the fall. A normal kid, he would tell you, with a loving family and a promising future, or at least it had seemed. However, one day, his parents never came back home from a visit to the local clinic. After a week of fear, hunger and peril, the only one who came back for him was his aunt, Alex Martin, who brought him to an hidden military facility located in the mountains south of Seattle. Thanks to her status of militar researcher, she saved him from a certain death. As the virus unraveled civilization around them, the little community managed to survive through the darkest days of the Fall, thanks to rationing and careful planning.
To be specific: internet survived for almost a year, during which they backuped what they thought to be of utmost importance; external energy supply lasted three years, but by then they had managed to become self-sufficient thanks to the installation of solar panels taken from a nearby inoperative plant. The water supply never ran short, thanks to the strategic positioning of the facility. Even a small underground greenhouse was created. Eventually all communication with the US government stopped, and from then on the community was kept under strict and over-bearing check by the stationed military squad leader, Henry Stevenson. By declaring quarantine, he effectively sealed them inside the base: no contacts with inhabitants of the outer world, no visitors nor commerce were allowed. The soldiers had to shoot on sight. Those were the days when the words "For the greater good of humanity" started to sound rather bleak to Tyler's ears.
On his account, though, for the first years it was like nothing had changed. He continued to play, read and generally mind his own business, occasionally shoved aside by busy adults. Being the only child out of twenty people, nobody deemed either necessary or appropriate to share with him news of the exterior world. Most questions remained unanswered till his sixteenth birthday, when he began to partake the burden of everyday production and maintenance tasks. His aunt had looked after him, revealing herself to be a decent teacher in every subject matter; nevertheless, he needed answers, and she reluctantly revealed the truth behind the death of his parents.
As the years passed, Henry's mental health steadily deteriorated, and became gradually more obsessed with keeping everything under control. The situation became direr, and when a small group of dissenters sneaked out of the facility stealing great quantities of food he banned any unauthorized access to the storage vault. Only the conjoined efforts of the maintenance and the ex-research teams could make him change ideas. Henry, though, would never recover from this first insubordination. He tightened his grip on major resources, sending dissenters to impossible recon missions outside the facility. It was at the eve of Tyler's 21th birthday that his leadership ended, when he shot Alex due to a breakdown after she had voiced the general dissatisfaction. In less than a day his rule was overthrown, he was imprisoned. Before any steps could be taken to to prevent the recurrence of similar events, under obscure circumstances someone opened the containment fields of the dangerous materials stored inside the bunker, going as far as putting some into the air filters. The result was the extermination of the remaining inhabitants. Only Tyler managed to survive, being at that time his turn to keep watch.
He remained completely alone, grieving over his aunt and friends, constantly hallucinating from the chemicals that exponentially filled the air. Unable to access the main building, food quickly ran short, and even the water started to taste rotten. Eventually, he realized that if things had kept going that way he would surely have died. Thus he patched the wheels of a rusty bike he had previously found in the military garage as best as he could, grabbed a few supplies from and exterior warehouse and left for the woods. He is currently heading towards the ruins of his hometown, Eatonville.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: (fears, likes and aspirations - then everything psychological in between) Tyler has never recovered from the truth about his parents and would always strive to make a perfect man out of himself, working towards stressful self-imposed goals, thinking of himself as the right person for everything. Despite that, he is genuinely interested in lending an helping hand to others, while obviously keeping an hard-to-melt behaviour. He believes himself to be a rightful person whatever he does, and his often stubborn and full-of-himself attitude draws people away from his opinion, although his bright and intuitive mind could be helpful. The law of Murphy and a "romantic" logic rule his life, and he will always be pessimistic on the outcomes of any poorly thought plan, or astonished and bewildered by a particularly wondrous and suggestive atmosphere. Indeed, even if he may seem harder than a chuck of wood, he likes to have fun with his friends and is quite romantic and coy when it comes to romance. He knows he has a tell for when he's lying but nobody has ever told him which was it. This quite unnerves him.
Description: He has a squarish face, with overall masculine features like high cheekbones and a wide forehead. Large and narrow "puppy" eyes, as he remembers his mother defined them, light-blue coloured. His time underground has kept him from tanning his skin, which remains slightly pale and smooth with very few fading traces of acne on the sides of the cheeks, as of date. As to further decrease the roughness of his aspect, there are very light freckles under his cheekbones and sprinkled on his shoulders. His light brown hairs were always kept short as long as he remembers, with facial hairs always shaved; they don't grow fast anyway, so it's an easy task. Generally athletic and fit, around 180 cm tall, in fight he doesn't rely on raw force but instead on the swiftness of his build. That doesn't actually mean he can't throw fists at somebody, he just prefers not to since he doesn't handle pain as well as experienced fighters.
Possessions: -Camouflage warm waterproof jacket, with detachable hood. Four zip pockets. -Black warm waterproof trousers, with two zip pockets. -Warm scarf and blue and gray waterproof walking shoes. -Warm grey beanie. -Dirty blue and white checked shirt. -Dark grey hoodie without sleeves. -Cheap geonaute digital watch (still functioning). -Photo of him and his mother before the fall. -"Alex Martin" name plate. -A small hard-disk with one tera of data stored inside. -Empty lighter. -Two pairs of blue boxer briefs. -A notebook with a pencil and an eraser.
Equipment: Weapons: -A pair of bike deadbolt keys. -A military knife. Food and medications: -Two 500ml plastic bottles filled with water. Two canned beans tins. A plastic bag of close-to-rotting beef jerky. A package of fruit hard-candies. Five expired chocolate energy bars. Patches and a jar of almost expired -antibiotics. Miscellaneous: -Cheap Geonaute self-charging torch. -Bike deadbolt. -Black urban bike. A bit rusty. Patched wheels. Requires a road.
Notes: -He is incredibly fascinated by the old world and is quite knowledgeable of computer games culture and ancient history. -Despite the end of civilization, he is has an above-average education thanks to his particular upbringing. -His aunt's biology lessons, combined with the training received, greatly boosted his survivability. In fact, he is a fast runner and an experienced climber, and can even start a fire. Hunting is not his best skill, but he's able to recognize useful herbs and edible roots or berries. With some training he might even produce simple drugs. -Drawing has a soothing effect on him. He believes it originates from one of his few childhood memories, in which his mother drew for him while singing. -His favourite colour is blue. -He is vaccinated or immunized against the nastiest diseases known when he was child. -Tyler never wanted to take swimming lessons when he was a kid. Now he pays for his ubris.
When the disease first spread out, Angel was five years old. Her mom was one of the many people to become extremely sick. Angel did anything she could to help out . She nursed her,cleaned, and did anything else she could do at all means necessary. She didn't want to be alone, not when the world was such a hectic mess such as it was becoming. She was scared out of her wits. When a military man told her he could help her and her mom out, how could she refuse? It was too tempting. The thought of her mom being better, like she was before sickness had kicked in, won her over. She wanted life to be how it used to be before all of this. She spilled everything out to the men. She didn't bother holding back. She went back home to her mom. Angel told her the news, and she responded to it the opposite than what Angel thought she would of. Angels mom shot herself in the head, her last words being,"You need to run, I am already dead. Remember this, people lie, people are mean, you can't trust anyone. I love you." The military burst into the room. Angel tried to run but she was caught. The military took her back to the base and placed her into solitary confinement. She spent three months there. The place was boring, but not the worst thing in the world. They let her out of confinement afterwards but there was something known whether or not Angel, herself realised it. That she wouldn't be able to survive on her own. She ended up joining a gang. Stealing, tricking, leading people into their traps, anything she could do to help their survival. She left the gang ten years later, when she was 15. Ever since then, she has been making a lonely life on her own.
Personality: There are many sides to Angel though none would be seen until you break the walls she has put up on herself. On the outside she may seem, stuck up, evil, or just some lame villain. She won't be necessarily mean, but instead be selfish, and quiet. Also a bit questioning and nosy. She is like this because she has a problem with trusting people. In other words, it is very hard for her. Despite whether or not she wants to or not, does not always mean she will let herself. But once one gets past this wall she puts up, they would see her sweet side. The side of her that begs to come out all of the time. When this side is revealed, she is very kiddish and playful. Her major weakness is kids. Also the fact she can't resist the urge to help someone no matter what they have done to her,or someone else is another major weakness. She can kill someone if she had too easily, but when it comes to someone lying on the ground helplessly, she can't just walk by them, despite what it may cost her. She also is one of those people who ball up all her feelings, till it all explodes out at one person. Saying this, she doesn't get super mad often, but when she does, it can be very violent and dangerous.
Description: She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Two physical features she got from her mom's side. She is skinny and is short in height. She is about 5'1" feet tall. She doesn't tend to eat much and may pass out at times due to this. This habit was born when she was young because she couldn't find food all of the time. She also doesn't like to seem needy. She could be considered somewhat active by her body type. She tends to wear whatever clothes she can find, Along with it being something that she can actually move around in. Possessions:
Duct tape
One pair of cloths
A canteen
Three cans of food
Equipment:
Backpack
A pocket knife
Bandages
Hand gun
20 bullets
Duct tape
One pair of cloths
A canteen
Three cans of food
Notes:
For the most part she is illiterate. She can only read small kid books, though it's been so long that it may be hard for her to do that. Despite this, her English is decent in the aspect of speaking.
