solamelike said
I feel your definition of hoorah military men is different to mine.Its not like I have an assault rifle with 3 clips , two handguns and a machete.But ok sure your the GMno shotgun ammunition which is in heavy abundance within the UK and can be easily reloaded..

solamelike said
I feel your definition of hoorah military men is different to mine.Its not like I have an assault rifle with 3 clips , two handguns and a machete.But ok sure your the GMno shotgun ammunition which is in heavy abundance within the UK and can be easily reloaded..

Don't whine, GM's rules are GM's rules

solamelike said
I feel your definition of hoorah military men is different to mine.Its not like I have an assault rifle with 3 clips , two handguns and a machete.But ok sure your the GMno shotgun ammunition which is in heavy abundance within the UK and can be easily reloaded..

I feel your definition of 11 years of anarchy and brutal murdering is different to mine. It doesn't matter if there's a heavy abundance of ammo, it's going to be used up very quickly, especially if there's no actual production line going on and it's all being used on everyone.

p.s I'm also British(Scottish).

Larfleeze said
I feel your definition of 11 years of anarchy and brutal murdering is different to mine. It doesn't matter if there's a heavy abundance of ammo, it's going to be used up very quickly, especially if there's no actual production line going on.

But shells can be reloaded and ammunition can be made. Hell people in the US do it all the time.
Not arguing just attempting to have you see my point.

solamelike said
But shells can be reloaded and ammunition can be made. Hell people in the US do it all the time.Not arguing just attempting to have you see my point.

People in the US aren't in the apocalypse where no one is making or supplying the materials needed to make the ammunition.

Ah ok I can see when I am wrong and I guess I was just confused.
Will take this into account through out the role-play.

Just dropping by to say still interested and be making character sheet tomorrow.

To play the devil's advocate here, wouldn't some survivors with knowledge of ammo production have done something to recycle their ammo. With whatever they could get their hands on, that is. There's by no means gonna be production like there was before the apocalypse, but certainly there's gotta be something, even in Europe where there were restrictive gun laws.

Wayne said
To play the devil's advocate here, wouldn't some survivors with knowledge of ammo production have done something to recycle their ammo. With whatever they could get their hands on, that is. There's by no means gonna be production like there was before the apocalypse, but certainly there's gotta be something, even in Europe where there were restrictive gun laws.

That's not the point, the point is: Where are they going to get the equipment and supplies needed to produce shells, bullets, round etc.?

PoisonLilies said
Just dropping by to say still interested and be making character sheet tomorrow.

That's fine, take your time.
Character dump is up in the first post.

Larfleeze said
That's not the point, the point is: Where are they going to get the equipment and supplies needed to produce shells, bullets, round etc.?

I think the hardest thing to find is the primer.
I cant think of a way people can make them from normal materials (You can re-use shotgun shells and make powder.)
On this note
Can I change my firearm to a musket?
The ammunition is melted down metals and the powder can be made with 'simple' ingredients ( sulfur, charcoal, and potassium nitrate (saltpeter)
Of course the disadvantages of having a musket are abundant
Cant be used when wet, crap range because of no rifling, misfires and jams, slow reloading etc.

The GM doesn't want bullets so NO bullets will be in the RP. Final.

Ok removing the shotgun from my character sheet then.
Just dead weight really :p

I'm going to sort out that Scotland crap.

Name: Timothy "Tiny Tim" Smith
Age: 28
Appearance:
Tim usually wears a monk's robe and is usually seen holding a staff with a crusifix on the top.
Previous Occupation: None. (Student)
Nationality: American
Personality: When being casual and not required to be serious, Tim has a light and charming personality which makes him easy to befriend. He likes to socialize with people and have conversations over a cold glass of beer. That doesn't mean, although that he has forgotten his manners. In fact quite the opposite. He's still very respectful of the old and knows when somebody needs their space. Some even find it hard to believe that he's a priest because of his relaxed and sociable demeanor. However when there is trouble afoot, he changes from toned and relaxed to a serious, no-sense guy who would do anything to get himself and anybody else out of harms way.
Skills:
Has minor training in:
First-aid
Use of small arms
Foraging
Also skilled in pottery and cooking.
Weapons/Items:
A bowie knife.
A staff with a crucifix on top.
A small first-aid kit.
A small ration of food.
Some tradable junk such as small pieces of gold, copper and steel.
Bio: The son of a 4h generation Chinese woman and a well-off cargo ship captain, Timothy "Tiny Tim" Smith grew up in the suburbs in south Virginia. Tim had a normal childhood but his father would be gone for most of the year because of his job. Tim never despised his father for this. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He intended on being something akin to his father's image. He dreamed of exploring the world and visiting every spot on the planet. Every little gift that he received from his dad across the world would be a treasure for him.

As Tim grew up, his passion for adventure never died. When he graduated high school, he instead of doing his parent's wishes of going to college and getting a degree, bought plane tickets to go to Europe instead and planned on staying there. He's parent's though he was out of his mind but for Tim, it was the start of his life-long dream. He lived the Bohemian's life, singing on the streets with his guitar to earn a little money and hitchhiked from city to another. Though it got rough at times, Tim was non-the-less satisfied. That was when the disease first spread. At first, nobody seemed to take it seriously like Tim but then it spread more and more and it's effects became known to the public. Chaos broke out and anarchy swept the streets. Tim was at the time, stuck in Germany as all borders were closed and even as he tried to get in touch with the American embassy in Berlin, it was no use. Tim didn't have any way out and was on the brink of madness as he saw the corpses of the infected on the streets, other people going insane and the lack of rations from disorganized government workers. He soon found himself at the border between Germany and Italy in the Alps. He had heard that some group were giving out food to the needy.

This was when he found the Church of the Last Light. It was a Catholic church feeding everybody they could though by know, their rations were so few and so little that only a few bothered to travel there anymore. Tim came for the food but stayed because something in him that said his destiny was here. Whether it was his delusion from hunger, a desperation for a bit of order or simply a place to call home, Tim stayed and trained to be a monk. During the next five years, Tim learned everything that he could on how to be a priest and was thought how to handle a pistol and knife, how to forage in the wilderness as well as first-aid and emergency medical procedures. The bishop who lead the church, Father Andrew Boshmann, knew that for his disciples to stay alive and help others in this lawless world, they must learn how to defend themselves. After Tim's training, Boshmann sent him on a missionary expedition to the west, on what remained of the people of France. Tim gladly accepted and has set of to the west. In his time there, he goes from one encampment to the next, offering to spread the word of God n their community as well as trying to help with their problems. Tim is now in Paris, where the people are trying to rebuilt what they have lost.

Mr_pink said
The GM doesn't want bullets so NO bullets will be in the RP. Final.

Aw, I grew up on a farm and was really just going to make a more bad ass me and was going to use the shotgun we have in the house.

As soon as i realized the OOC was up, I made a Cs right away. So excited.

RiteousTurtle said
As soon as i realized the OOC was up, I made a Cs right away. So excited.

Accepted, place it in the cs dump that's linked in the first post.

Larfleeze said
Accepted, place it in the cs dump that's linked in the first post.

Thanks. I can't wait for this to start.

Larfleeze said
*How did she survive with no combat skills when the raiders came? It's been eleven years since the outbreak, surely she would have gained some combat experience. Even with another person there would have been several individuals with weapons ** She wouldn't know about mr. pink's character since he was in Russia at the time, if you were saying this from an out of universe perspective then just change it to "managed to avoid the blight that killed off other farmers."

1. In my first post it will show that she almost starved to death when raiders came because she had to hide for days. You could be right that she would have developed some kind of combat skills, though. I'll reconsider.

2. She doesn't know about mr. pink's character, that was an out of universe comment just to not make her story clash with his.

5'3"
50 kg

Name: Anneliese Deichmann

Age: 25

Previous Occupation: She did not have a job due to the fact that she wasn't an adult at the time.

Nationality: German

Personality: Anneliese tends to come off as cold and brooding. She is an overconfident, cold, proud, snobby brat and she never smiles or laughs. She's usually bored, easily annoyed, somewhat angry, and pretty much hateable. Furthermore, she has no sense of humor and takes everything personally and seriously. Anneliese usually direct and upfront (and expects others to be the same). She's judgemental and biased, although she's been managing to become better lately.

Skills: During her travels with Heidi during the outbreak she learned how find edible plants(Heidi taught her). She has some combat skills since she has to fend for herself(and originally Heidi).

Weapons/Items: A leather satchel filled with tin cans stuffed with edible plants, and one can of beans(Though she is quickly running out, she can't figure out how to ration her food), a pocket knife, a box of matches(Temporary light, though it only lasts for a few seconds anyways).

Bio: Anneliese was born into a wealthy family, she was spoiled from the beginning and never lifted a finger. She was raised in Leizpig Germany and during her childhood, she was mostly taken care of by an elderly nanny named Heidi. Heidi taught Anneliese her rights from her wrongs and taught her values that would be important later on in her life. Heidi was practically her mother.
Her real mother however was rather skeptical of the old nanny, and often times ended up yelling at Heidi when Anneliese did something bad(Breaking a vase for example).
As she grew older, her family ended up growing rather distant. Anneliese's father secretly slept with other women behind her mother's back and came home late and when he did he wreaked of alcohol. Heidi grew weaker due to her old age, and could barely do the family's laundry without her hands trembling.

When Anneliese turned 14 the outbreak hit her city, people began dropping like flies, they were frantic to leave the city to find shelter. It had only been a few days and the population had already began to decrease. The citizens began to panic, and some sorted to ransacking homes in order to survive. Her mother fell to the virus and soon after, her father, which left Anneliese in the hands of the old nanny Heidi. The two fled the home, finding it no longer suitable for their stay(The house was practically asking to get raided). Anneliese took care of Heidi as they traveled, she scavenged what she could from empty stores/gas stations. But soon the old woman soon grew too weak to move and passed in her sleep from old age. Anneliese was now on her own, traveling to find somewhere safe to stay.

Other: N/A