[OOC] Endtimes: Chronicles of the Survivors

[Mag Lev]

To think it all began years ago, the gradual decline that would bring the once bustling cities of the world to a halt. The governments of man failing to protect them from something which couldn’t be stopped, their mindless movement unceasing even when the conventional means were used. It all started with murders, disappearances, and kidnappings. At first, nobody thought much about it. The families of those who were found dead or went missing mourned but everybody thought “Hey, it won’t happen to me. They were just unlucky.” How wrong their thoughts were, the mindless act of pushing away something which soon became so unbearing that nobody knew how to act. So unbearing that the pillars which supported them collapsed like a regular man trying to be Atlas.

They came one day, the shambling masses of the missing and kidnapped. They were reported found and rescued by all those who had seen them, who had recognized their faces from the milk cartons and daily news reporting on them. The media swarmed, they were taken away by their crying families and given a home. They smelled of rot though, unbearably so that those who lived with them often had to bathe them everyday to remove the smell. They were just as they had been the moment they were taken or disappeared, but they were mindless and unresponsive. They didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, simply sat and went wherever they were led. Then, one of them killed somebody. It wasn’t like the movies, the ones where they mindlessly attacked the man and ripped them to shreds to consume the flesh. No, it was something more.

The Reborn, as some had taken to calling them, cared not about eating their target but used their teeth and bare hands as they were the most immediate weapons. They had no motive for who they killed, simply striking with fury and mindless abandon. Those who had been left out on the streets became a danger to civilians, attacking whenever. One couldn’t go anywhere on foot or otherwise without worrying about being attacked. The Cops, the National Guard, they tried to stop them but a bullet through the brain wouldn’t end it nor removing the head from the body. They kept going, ambulating wildly and attacking whatever they touched. Burning the bodies was the only way but the stench… the look of pain and inhuman screaming brought that idea to a halt quickly. People started to riot, break down mentally in public and plead with their governments for some kind of safety only to be met with half-hearted and half-assed attempts.

Looting, murder, kidnapping, it all came crashing down as people stopped caring about being civil and did as they wished. Humanity showed its true colors finally and we realized that, if we were to survive, it was either alone or together. Those who had a common goal banded together, protecting each other from the danger of the Reborn and outsiders. Paranoia brought mass killings as those who pleaded with the less civil of groups were often killed out of fear. More Reborn came, crawling out of their graves and rising from those who were murdered in the months following their arrival. People got use to the sight of them and the fear of them died off, so long as one was safe behind the walls of many upstart towns that is. The Outside is death, the Inside is life. Within, it is as if everything were normal. But even being normal comes at a cost, especially in a world like this one.

The Greater New York Colony

The Greater New York Colony, or the GNYC, is the largest and most influential of the colonies that are not part of the New American States. Having made a deal with the NAS, the GNYC is provided with power from the nuclear power plant further up north and runs relatively normal inside. With walls established around almost of all of Manhattan, the GNYC holds a population of over three million people and a security force similar to that of S.W.A.T in numbers of ten thousand. GNYC has a strict curfew for any and all people not working on the walls or guarding, one which starts at 8pm and doesn’t end till 6am. Ships come into port from outside the GNYC to deliver food products, often in trade for medical supplies or care of those injured. A recent decision by the mayor of the GNYC has made Central Park a farm land for fresh food. Rumors are circulating that more than thus injured men and women are being brought in by boat, some say Reborn are being researched as well

Reborn

The Reborn? They are like any normal person, on the surface at least. They look no difference from a distance, almost seem completely normal when someone sees them wandering the streets. But at a closer look, one can see that they are mindless and move listlessly towards some… destination that nobody knows of. They don’t breathe and don’t speak, just… walk. Unlike the zombies common media would’ve wanted one to believe they were, Reborn don’t eat flesh but simply rend it and tear away the flesh. They seemingly attack at random and will not stop until whatever they attack is dead. Removing the head causes them to hobble around at random, never knowing where they are going and only knowing what is around them by touch. Removing limbs is effective but the limbs will still partially ambulate on their own whenever touched. The best way to avoid a Reborn? Just… slowly walk around them and stay away, sleep with one eye open.

The Blackwatch

Ah the Blackwatch, the elite of the elite guards for the GNYC. Having been around since the beginning of the colony several years back, the Blackwatch is the most well known military force in the area, second only to the Railmen who guard the subway. Whenever there is an internal issue, the Blackwatch is the first to answer. In times of need, they also guard the walls and manage the primary security force of the Colony. Using military vehicles, the Blackwatch can get near anywhere in the city in less than thirty minutes.

The original members that formed Blackwatch were former military personnel, taking it upon themselves to protect the fledgling settlements. Originally just a roving band of military personnel that would travel to each settlement as they picked up more and more members and supplies as they continued to stay on the move until the first walls were being constructed. The group then divided it's members and sent them each of the settlements to protect them while the construction took place. While there they maintained a perimeter around each settlement defending them from the Reborn, and once the walls were complete they moved within each settlement setting up a base of operations to begin training more members of Blackwatch to patrol the walls.

This went on for much the early years until the Blackwatch began to take it upon themselves to ration out supplies and take a more active role within each settlement as the governing body. With the rationing of supplies, granting Blackwatch members a greater share than most others, several riots were incited, but with the superior equipment and supplies that Blackwatch had been amassing for themselves the riots were put down quickly and harshly. While the number of those killed in the riots was less than 50, the number of wounded was substantially higher as the Blackwatch, wishing to maintain some semblance of order, opted to break bones than outright kill the civilians.

The aftermath ensured that the Blackwatch maintained order in the settlements, although a negative stigma was gained by the group. This lead to many of it's members wearing masks to hide themselves from the public's eyes to ease their life when not on duty.

Within the last few years the iron grip that Blackwatch had maintained on the settlements has lessened, allowing for civilians to carry weapons on them at all times within the settlements, but they are provided with limited ammunition to compensate for this.

While the members of the Blackwatch still swell, mostly for the better equipment and extra rations provided to it's members, the higher ranking individuals of Blackwatch deemed it necessary to create another division with Blackwatch itself due to the animosity that many civilian's feel towards the group. Using trusted members of the populace they would be trained, armed and provided for given that they become the Blackwatch's secret police force to keep order with the settlements, and if necessary take up arms. The secret group of Blackwatch are often heard in rumors among the populace, but without any proof to their existence they remain simply that, a rumor. Only a select few members of Blackwatch know the true identities of these members to protect their cover among the civilians. -Created by @Aro

The Railmen

The Railmen, the original people to have delved into the NYC subway when the Reborn first appeared, the conspiracy theorists and homeless who were worried for their safety. As time went on, many of these stations became their own little city-states but had banded together for the most part as they knew that a single station could not last long on its own. And as such, the NYC underground had began to unify and became known as "Railmen"; those who lived in sewers also are called Railmen as the term Sewermen is actually considered offensive the collective underground population.

However, the Reborn were relentless, their attacks constantly and deadly. In their desperation, the governing body of the Railmen, the Underground Union Council (aka UUC or U2C), decided to destroy the lines and tunnels of the worse affected lines. As such, the Green and Yellow lines had been destroyed which seems to have successfully stemmed the undead tide for now. The Purple line was also planned to be destroyed, but reports suggest that there is something... otherworldly that unnerves anyone who goes near it beyond the Reborn that lurk there and as such it has simply been quarantined with a specialized force tasked to patrolling and protecting that line.

Since then, the UUC has consolidated its forces and population around the Blue and Red line with Orange being the "capital" line. Recolonization efforts have begun with the Yellow line although regular attacks have proven troublesome at such efforts. The largest change was the official establishment of the Rail Guard, an order of soldiers and trained militia who are given the task of acting as the military arm of the UUC and protecting the lines and its Railmen from the reborn.

They have also made contact with the surface once more, unifying as with the "Landers" in the face of such overwhelming threats. However, its not an easy alliance as the armed forces of both factions distrust each other. The Lander's Blackwatch seeing the Rail Guard as armed rabble who are undisciplined and glorified militia while the Rail Guard view the Blackwatch as a bunch of snobbish assholes whose lack of skill is covered up by fancy equipment.

In the Rail Guard's defense, they do see much more action in much more dangerous cramped areas with much more limited supplies and equipment and their need to be very flexible and independent of any sort of support means they do not take kindly to strict chains of command.

There are those who stand out amongst the Rail Guard who are known as Sentinels; the few who dare take up the assignments relating the Purple Line, otherwise known as the Mythic or the Ghost Line. Such are often veterans or distinguished Rail Guards who go into the Ghost Line as men and come out as legends. They seldom share what they see in the line or what they hear, but whatever lurks in the lost stations has hardened them more than any amount of training can. It should be little surprise that to Railmen, the color purple denotes danger or eliteness as Sentinels are known to paint parts of their armor purple as a sign they've survived incursions into the Purple Line.

It's said that only the brave or foolish go into the purple line and that the smart or the cowardly stay out.

-Credit for Creation goes to @ClocktowerEchos

Character Sheet

Appearance: (and a brief description!)

Name:

Age:(16 minimum, no max)

Origins: (Where did they originally come from, doesn’t have to be in New York?)

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Backstory:(What did they do before the apocalypse? Were they one of the people whose family member disappeared and came back? At least 1 paragraph and a half.)

Profession: (What do they do in the GYNC?)

Equipment/weaponry: (This can be anything, all citizens are allowed to carry weapons of their own wherever they go but have restricted ammo rations.)

Other: (Anything extra about your character which doesn’t fall in the other categories.)

Rules

-GM decisions are final but, if your argument against it is valid, a change in decision will be made.
-Keep your actions and items logical, this is an apocalypse and in a government style settlement where rations are controlled.
-You can be however old or young you want, but remember that it has been ten years since the Reborn first appeared and younger characters will be less knowledgeable of things from before the apocalypse.
-If you are gonna be absent for a prolonged period of time, just message me.

[Chao]

Interesting.

[Aro]

I will get my CS posted tomorrow when I have more time in my hands.

[darkandstar]

My CS'll be up tomorrow, if not tonight.

[Marshall]

Will post in like 8 hours. I'm at work.

[hayley]

Interested but I have a couple questions (interested regardless of answer :) )

Can characters be part of the blackwatch? Can they be part of the railmen? Or do they have to be 'lander' civilians?

Is this set in 2016? I.e. like an alternative timeline starting from 2006 to now?

Do the train lines still work? I like the idea of different underground settlements doing trade and making contact by rail, and it would make some extra roles availabke to railmen characters.

Hopefully I'll have a CS up by the morning :)

[Superman]

Interested, although I hope there's still room? I can put up a CS shortly, although the idea of these zombies being really hard to kill is a little scary to me (it was not in my zombie survival guide dammit).

[Mag Lev]

Interested but I have a couple questions (interested regardless of answer :) )

Can characters be part of the blackwatch? Can they be part of the railmen? Or do they have to be 'lander' civilians?

Is this set in 2016? I.e. like an alternative timeline starting from 2006 to now?

Do the train lines still work? I like the idea of different underground settlements doing trade and making contact by rail, and it would make some extra roles availabke to railmen characters.

Hopefully I'll have a CS up by the morning :)

@hayley

1st question: Yes, you can be a part of Blackwatch or Railmen. Positions are limited there though as they receive the best equipment and supplies, though the Railmen get a few less in the ways of rations than Blackwatch.

2nd question: The timeline starts in 2010 so it is currently 2020. Actual Date: March 1st, 2020

3rd question: Rail lines still work but currently it is unknown by the GNYC whether or not there are any in the area. On top of that, several subway lines in the area of have been collapsed to protect the area and the tunnels are left without powered as they are not priority for electricity.

@Superman

Go ahead, we still got room.

[Marshall]

Still not writing yet but question has arisen. Do I have to be a resident of this colony or can I be a traveler type person?

[Mag Lev]

Still not writing yet but question has arisen. Do I have to be a resident of this colony or can I be a traveler type person?

@Marshall

You can be a traveler if you wish, but you'll face prejudice and paranoia from everyone in the GNYC and will receive next to nothing in the way of rations.

[ClocktowerEchos]

I guess I should put down my CS now.
I'm also the one who created the Railmen so thus I have dibs on Sentinel :p
Do tell if there's anything wrong or the like that need fixing/explaining.
Enjoys

Braveheart - Rail Guard Sentinel

EDWARD "BRAVEHEART" REIKOV

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_{"A hero is someone who has given
his or her life to something bigger than oneself."}

Joseph Campbell

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_Appearance:

Edward's an average sized man with a lanky build with hints of malnutrition, a clear side effect of not being on a proper diet of food for many years that has ironically improved since the establishment of the Railmen. His dirty brown hair is unkept and in need of a good cleaning, as is the stubble of a beard that's growing out. Despite everything, all the chaos and all the hopelessness, Edward's dull grey eyes still shine with a fire of hope.

The regular outfit of Edward is relatively simple, much of it being hold overs from his past. Hand made pants uses some drab jeans as a base and is made up of various pieces of tough fabrics stitched together with bits being replaces and swapped as Edward can find them, they've held up well against the rigors of being a Rail Guard though. A stolen auburn hunting vest acts as the basis for much of Edward's "webbing" and under it is a white t-shirt with the symbol of some old, small time band whose previous owner foolishly decided to leave it on the street. His hands have the only bit of true armor on him, red, fingerless biker gloves wrapped with a cut up pieces of an old olive sheet and bent bumper plates as "armor". The only other place that comes close to this is his knees (which have the kneepads for some sport of sorts) and Edward's boots (leather reinforced firefighter boots with nails and bolts on in the soles to assist in stomping on things). A decent show of his handiwork, the Braveheart also has a scarf with purple lines as a sign of his status of Sentinel, along with a few other purple trimmings and such on his armor.

Rough Outfit Appearance

_Name:

Edward "Braveheart" Reikov

_Age:

27

_Origins:

Street child, orphaned at a young age and raised on the streets.

_Personality:

Edward is a strange mix of cynicism and optimism. He realizes that his life before was pretty shit and that even now its improved by a marginal amount; Edward doesn't make excuses for his former status as a homeless vagrant or the "dread of society". However, its perhaps because of that that he wants to be something greater than himself. He wants to be remembered as a hero, someone legendary and because of that, he threw himself into danger, fanatically holding on to his belief. Its unknown if he's truly fearless or simply hides it very well but regardless, Edward's bravery and courage is nothing to be scoffed at.

Of course, he isn't quite like that anymore, not being much more subtle and reserved about such things, but you cannot deny that he still has such aspirations in his work even as he's mature and become a veteran Rail Guard Sentinel. In some ways, you can say that the man holds himself to a personal code of honor, altruism or chivalry or even ascetic to a degree.

_Likes:

• His line of work
• Old stories about heroes
• Books (currently trying to teach himself how to read)
• Soda
• Personal belongings

_Dislikes:

• Cowardice
• Rich people/people who can't adapt
• Convoluted talk or plans
• Most forms of alcohol (just never got a taste for it but does enjoy a few select spirits)
• Things which would detract him from his work or helping others.

_Backstory:

Edward Reikov's past is an sad one and an unfortunate one, but in the current times it could be said that he is amongst the lucky ones. Orphaned before he could really remember, he grew up amongst the homeless masses that called the shadows and dark alleys of the Big Apple home. His very last name is something that he is unsure of as Reikov is simply the surname of the adoptive "father" that watched over his growth, one Pavel Reikov.

Young Edward grew up amongst the poor and needly, learning how to survive the seedy underbelly of NYC and the treacherous underworld. Never enough food and never allowed any extra luxuries, in some ways Edward was taught and prepared for the Endtimes through his tough life.

The boy old was already living in an old abandoned subway station when everything started to go to hell. He noticed how people who weren't homeless began trickling in at the news of these "reborn" and once more and more people sought shelter underground it didn't take long for Edward to get caught up to speed. His first encounter with a reborn happened when one of them caused a subway derailment at near his home station. Again, luck was on his side as he managed to quickly collect his meager belongings and was able to escape the ensuing chaos. From that point on, he would go from just another homeless child to a Railmen.

Edward would eventually settle down on another station-turned-shelter that sat on the Orange Line. He readily took to the idea of a unifying body of subway stations and its inhabitants that would become the Railmen and the future Rail Guard as he saw it as a chance to become something more than the social outcast that he and so many others were fated to be. The idea of becoming some greater than himself excited the boy more than any amount of donations ever had as it consumed his entire being and life. He would be amongst the first who would take up arms against the reborn, holding his own when killing and disposing of the bodies. He almost threw himself at tasks that he perceived to be "heroic" or "brave".

When the Railmen first organized and banned together years after the initial outbreak, Edward had already been a distinguished warrior in his own right. He joined the Rail Guard soon after and would be deployed to various stations and lines. The now veteran soldier would be one of those who would stand watch as the UUC blew the supports of the Green and Yellow Lines, hoping that it would be enough to keep the other lines safe.

_Profession:

Railmen Sentinel

_Equipment:

• Improvised .45 SMG - A rough hand-made version of the iconic M3 "Grease Gun" SMG only with a barrel shroud with air holes in it to cool the barrel and protect the hand. Has a slightly slower rate of fire than the actual M3 but still retains a 30-round magazine.
• Glock 22 - Famous handgun used by thousands of police forces worldwide, there's nothing special about Edwards' 9mm sidearm with its origins simply being from one of the many police officers who came down into the subways seeking shelter like the rest.
• Painter - A blunt melee weapon which Edward made himself after seeing the inefficiency of bladed weapons, the Painter is a simple 1 and 1/2 foot long club made of an old 2x4, reinforced with iron and boasting several bolts and rivets to increase damage out put. A crude but deadly weapon against the Reborn, you can't do much if your limbs are broken and that's a fact. That said, Edward does still carry a utility knife for general purpose use.
• Molotovs - Good old fashion homemade fire bombs, can't ever go wrong with them especially since it seems like the Reborn are weak against it.
• Sleeping Roll - A sheet of durable canvas with a thin layer of stitched towels for "comfort", useful on those long patrols and posts when Edward is away from his little hovel.
• Crowwrench - A crowbar with a wrench on it, the additional length of the crowbar lets Edward put more force on the wrench; very useful to get into places and unstuck things.

[Mag Lev]

Appearance: He often wears his smithing clothes. Otherwise, he wears simple high-capacity clothing, stuff with lots of pockets. He is rather strong, but not in the sense that he deliberately builds muscle, rather that he simply works them.

Name: Kiril Stanlislav

Age:(1000! You said no max ;3 ) 35

Origins:Born in the Czech republic, grew up in Georgia. Came to NYC after the violence began, thinking himself capable of solving the world's problems.

Personality:He values community and "old-world" ideals, driving him to take up a mission to restore them. That said, he is not naive, he's had more than a few encounters with unsavory types and he's come out alive every time, and it's hardened him. He's untrusting, but kind.

Likes:Community, Friendship.

Dislikes:Disorder, the Reborn.

Backstory: A fisherman in Georgia, he lived a simple life. When the apocalypse struck, he lost track of his family and was forced to flee on his ship. He spent two years on that boat, floating in a dead-end ocean, surviving. He eventually shipwrecked, and survived on his own in the woods for awhile, travelling, staying away from large cities and population centers. Eventually, he found himself another ship. Hoping for safety across the sea, he set course for the Western world.

As he would soon know, his hopes were futile, and there was no safety to be found. Low on fuel, he decided to move inland to hopefully survive there. This brought him to GYNC, and he offered up his hard-earned skills for shelter inside.

Profession:Smithy

Equipment/weaponry: A sword, and rifle that he made. He also carries a revolver that he did not make.

Other: (Anything extra about your character which doesn’t fall in the other categories.)

@darkandstar

Alright... first off, I'm gonna have to say that I would've preferred if you submit your sheet here in the OOC rather than the CS. For two, the quality in this sheet is lacking and it has some errors in its logic. If he was a fisherman, where did he learn how to smith? Between travelling the seas for years and getting to the GNYC, they would've had to learn from somebody with previous experience and even becoming a Smith good enough to forge a proper sword would've taken many, many years of work. Not to mention somehow knowing how to make a gun, something difficult to do even in the past without extensive training. Personality is severally lacking and appearance similarly so. All in all, I can't accept this sheet unless it goes through heavy reforms to meet standards.

[darkandstar]

Alright... first off, I'm gonna have to say that I would've preferred if you submit your sheet here in the OOC rather than the CS.

@Mag Lev

Sorry about that. All the other threads i've seen it was done where you submit it in the CS, i should've asked if you were doing the same.

For two, the quality in this sheet is lacking and it has some errors in its logic. If he was a fisherman, where did he learn how to smith? Between travelling the seas for years and getting to the GNYC, they would've had to learn from somebody with previous experience and even becoming a Smith good enough to forge a proper sword would've taken many, many years of work. Not to mention somehow knowing how to make a gun, something difficult to do even in the past without extensive training. Personality is severally lacking and appearance similarly so. All in all, I can't accept this sheet unless it goes through heavy reforms to meet standards.

For the sake of not arguing i'll keep this short. I assure you the logic is sound. I didn't make that clear and i accept that i'm at fault for that but you're overestimating how hard it is to build a gun or sword. I can do it myself and i still have 8 years to go before i'm his age when the apocalypse struck.

As for the parts where it's lacking: I'll fix that, but i must say, you didn't require anything of them, so don't be too upset with me for not writing much when it came to that.

I hope we understand each other now. xD

[ClocktowerEchos]

Got some outfit art if anyone is hurting on suitable pictures for appearances. Front and back :D

Clickly

Also, @darkandstar, I highly advise you listen to the GM on this one, trust me.

[Classpet]

This looks really neat :>
I can always add more if need be

Brynn

Name: Brynn Rita Sauburn

Appearance:
5'3 | 120 lbs
Brynn has cut her own hair about once a year for almost 8 years now, it's choppy, it's messy, but it works. It's just long enough to pull into a pony tail. Besides not like anyone else really has nicer hair. She's got grey eyes that look like the sky when it's overcast, and a great smile that doesn't appear much anymore.

Just like everyone else her clothes depend on what she's doing. She's got some surgical gloves but those she usually saves for the more hardcore surgeries. She also has a white-ish lab-coat but it's age shows and it's starting to get pretty old. Other than that it's T-shirts, jeans and boots or whatever else is readily available. She's not too picky.

Age: twenty-eight

Origins: St.louis/ Pennsylvania /New york

Personality:
She's trying to be serious, you can hear it in her voice. The way it hits higher notes when the subject turns to dark humor, or the way she breaths a sigh when the injured return from outside. She acts like its the end of the world, like it's live or die with every step made, and that there is one way to make it out of this mess and it's a thin wire to walk.

She wants as many people to stay alive with her, it's why she became a doctor in the first place, she just doesn't want to let anyone down. She wants everyone to be as safe as possible.

Backstory:
It was like recalling a detail from the month before, "What was she wearing when she went missing?" "Do you remember what color his hair was?" Somethings are easy to remember, and somethings are not. It was easy to remember the little black chair in the corner of the apartment in St.louis, and easy to remember all the schools she went to. Names however, faces too, were never her strong suit.

Brynn could tell anyone who'd listen that she grew up in the st.louis suburbs and that her parents were divorced as so many were, it didn't even faze her now that they might be gone. But all that was before 2010, before she even finished high school.

Changing schools the summer before senior year sucked. But her mom was moving to Pennsylvania and she could either come or stay with her dad and five half brothers, and that wasn't about to happen. Of course, now it's something to regret. He'd always been and end of the world fanatic, so he was fine, but all her friends, she just didn't know. Lela was gone, that was the worst of it.

Everyone came back though, just as Brynn got into College. It almost seemed like two miracles at once. The brain-deadness was terrible and all, but at least they weren't entirely dead. Being an aspiring doctor she knew it could be worse. Of course, things didn't exactly get better. The 'reborn' started acting rabid, and then everyone else followed suit.
Being more of a doctor than other people made not getting killed easier. Bigger groups need doctors more and protect them. This is how she got through the darker years before GNYC really picked up. Inside there was even better, things were almost normal for once.

Profession: GNYC Doctor

Equipment:
Backpack- a little worn but still holds stuff
First aid kit- just what you would expect, gauze, needle and thread, hydrogen peroxide, antibacterial ointment, ect.
Sunblock- just 'cause there's a bigger threat doesn't mean the sun goes away.
Water bottle- for water

Hand-ax- a short ax, only about three feet long. It's more useful against doors than it is the reborn, but it can be used to break bones or chop off limbs if need be. It's main purpose is getting into locked or blocked areas.

Likes:
-Organization
-things being clearly labeled
-safety and safety equipment
-horror and crime films and shows
-logic games like "Clue" and "Guess who?"

Dislikes:
-the opposite of the things in the 'likes' list (aside from the bottom two)
-things without explanations
-the sound of breaking bones
-pessimists

Other:
-she can solve Rubik's cubes
-she liked the idea of being a doctor not so much the practice but by the time she found out it was a little to late to change her mind
-She doesn't know if her dad, mom, step mom, half-brothers, or old friends are okay or not
-she didn't have many friends after she moved to Pennsylvania or in college

[Mag Lev]

This looks really neat :>
I can always add more if need be

Brynn

Name: Brynn Rita Sauburn

Appearance:
5'3 | 120 lbs
Brynn has cut her own hair about once a year for almost 8 years now, it's choppy, it's messy, but it works. It's just long enough to pull into a pony tail. Besides not like anyone else really has nicer hair. She's got grey eyes that look like the sky when it's overcast, and a great smile that doesn't appear much anymore.

Just like everyone else her clothes depend on what she's doing. She's got some surgical gloves but those she usually saves for the more hardcore surgeries. She also has a white-ish lab-coat but it's age shows and it's starting to get pretty old. Other than that it's T-shirts, jeans and boots or whatever else is readily available. She's not too picky.

Age: twenty-eight

Origins: St.louis/ Pennsylvania /New york

Personality:
She's trying to be serious, you can hear it in her voice. The way it hits higher notes when the subject turns to dark humor, or the way she breaths a sigh when the injured return from outside. She acts like its the end of the world, like it's live or die with every step made, and that there is one way to make it out of this mess and it's a thin wire to walk.

She wants as many people to stay alive with her, it's why she became a doctor in the first place, she just doesn't want to let anyone down. She wants everyone to be as safe as possible.

Backstory:
It was like recalling a detail from the month before, "What was she wearing when she went missing?" "Do you remember what color his hair was?" Somethings are easy to remember, and somethings are not. It was easy to remember the little black chair in the corner of the apartment in St.louis, and easy to remember all the schools she went to. Names however, faces too, were never her strong suit.

Brynn could tell anyone who'd listen that she grew up in the st.louis suburbs and that her parents were divorced as so many were, it didn't even faze her now that they might be gone. But all that was before 2010, before she even finished high school.

Changing schools the summer before senior year sucked. But her mom was moving to Pennsylvania and she could either come or stay with her dad and five half brothers, and that wasn't about to happen. Of course, now it's something to regret. He'd always been and end of the world fanatic, so he was fine, but all her friends, she just didn't know. Lela was gone, that was the worst of it.

Everyone came back though, just as Brynn got into College. It almost seemed like two miracles at once. The brain-deadness was terrible and all, but at least they weren't entirely dead. Being an aspiring doctor she knew it could be worse. Of course, things didn't exactly get better. The 'reborn' started acting rabid, and then everyone else followed suit.
Being more of a doctor than other people made not getting killed easier. Bigger groups need doctors more and protect them. This is how she got through the darker years before GNYC really picked up. Inside there was even better, things were almost normal for once.

Profession: GNYC Doctor

Equipment:
Backpack- a little worn but still holds stuff
First aid kit- just what you would expect, gauze, needle and thread, hydrogen peroxide, antibacterial ointment, ect.
Sunblock- just 'cause there's a bigger threat doesn't mean the sun goes away.
Water bottle- for water

Hand-ax- a short ax, only about three feet long. It's more useful against doors than it is the reborn, but it can be used to break bones or chop off limbs if need be. It's main purpose is getting into locked or blocked areas.

Likes:
-Organization
-things being clearly labeled
-safety and safety equipment
-horror and crime films and shows
-logic games like "Clue" and "Guess who?"

Dislikes:
-the opposite of the things in the 'likes' list (aside from the bottom two)
-things without explanations
-the sound of breaking bones
-pessimists

Other:
-she can solve Rubik's cubes
-she liked the idea of being a doctor not so much the practice but by the time she found out it was a little to late to change her mind
-She doesn't know if her dad, mom, step mom, half-brothers, or old friends are okay or not
-she didn't have many friends after she moved to Pennsylvania or in college

@Classpet

Good character, she is accepted. You can move her over to the CS Tab.

[Marshall]

My CS

Appearance:

My Hider

Basically just a Ranger from the Metro series.

Name: Nikolai Petronov

Age: 29 years old

Origins: Nikolai is native to the Metro tunnels of Moscow. Having been built during the Soviet Union, the tunnels were designed to survive the force of a nuclear war, not a zombie apocalypse. The Russian military put up a decent fight but it was only a couple of years before they were overwhelmed in the cities. Anywhere that the military had been, settlements were built to scavenge supplies and equipment so when many Metro stations were fortified into small towns, no one was surprised. Most of these towns were incapable of producing everything their slightly growing populations needed however and trade between Metro stations was suicidal on the best of days. It seemed that they were doomed to die only a short distance from what they needed. However, when necessity strikes, people adapt. Those who would fight left the stations to beat back the darkness, these people have earned the title of STALKER.

Personality: Nikolai isn't an easy man to impress nor is he overly confident. Being careful and knowing his limits has kept him above ground (figuratively of course). When he is around others he is friendly, calm and patient, he tends to be cold when alone.

Likes: Ammunition, Warm water, Being underground, Having human company.

Dislikes: Food more than 30 years out of date, The ocean, Overly confident or overbearing people.

Backstory: Before the apocalypse, Nikolai was an extreme tour guide. Leading people through Siberia and Pripyat was exciting as well as easy. The money he could charge for a simple hiking trip was outstanding. Through his years as a tour guide he learned a little of several languages and became fluent in English as most of his customers were from the West. His family consisted of his mother and his dog. Both of whom died shortly after the Reborn showed up. His mother had a fatal heartattack and his dog had been exposed to radiation a few too many times.

After people started being torn apart, Nikolai packed up and headed out to Pripyat. Knowing that the only people there would be military police or a few tourists made him think he would be safe. He was staying with friends in Moscow when it all came crashing down and trying to drive out of the city was the worst plan he ever had. The military was frenzied in the streets, shooting wildly and killing indiscriminately. His car was overturned by a stray rocket propelled grenade before he made it even a mile. The next memory he has is waking up underground.

After that he took to being a guard in the station that took him in. Once times got desperate, he volunteered to seek help. He has been looking ever since. Eight years and hundreds of friends later, a project put together by the stations to set up communication with the rest of the world has been put in place. Nikolai was among the last to volunteer. As such, he got on the boat with some reluctance.

Profession: Nikolai is a Ranger. One of the people who roam the tunnels and the surface of Moscow in search of supplies and survivors. Though usually referred to as STALKER by those living in the Metro, he is considered among the elite.

Equipment/weapons:

AK-102

AK-102 Carbine - One of the few Russian made guns to fire the 5.56 x 45 NATO round.

MP-443

MP-443 Grach Pistol - Most commonly issued police pistol in Russia.

Kukri

Kukri - After years of using it, Nikolai is quite proficient.

Sealed bottle of vodka - For a special occasion

Gas mask - Only a burden until you need it.

Miscellaneous survival equipment - Skinning knife, canteen with charcoal tablets, lighter, flashlight etc. Nothing uncommon.

Other: Nikolai is immune to the smell of burning Reborn and their screams due to the common practice of using flamethrowers in the Metro.

[hayley]

I hope this is OK. Please let me know if I've misunderstood or overlooked anything or if there's anything you want me to change. :)

Samantha Whittaker

Appearance:
Sam stands at an fairly average 5'5", Her body is slim but muscular, with wiry muscles visible beneath her café-latté skin. Her slender frame creates an illusion of smallness about her, but she is not by any means weak. Her complexion has a washed-out, almost sickly-pale tone to it, from a decade of sun deprivation. Both of Sam's ears are pierced, several times on both sides, and she has a small nose ring too. Day to day, she wears a once-white, durable tank top and rugged, comfortably loose jeans. She occasionally wears an oversized khaki military style jacket but doesn't like the bulky, restrictive nature of outerwear. Her black, steel-toed worker's boots are older than she is, but in surprisingly good shape.

Face. Warning: Massive pic. Must resize...later

Name: Samantha "Sam" Whittaker

Age: 17

Origins: New York.

Personality:
Sam is by most people's definition a very hardened person. By GYNC standards though, though, she's sweet, kind, trusting and trustworthy; some might even go as far as to call her naive, but they would be mistaken. Though she is often generous, helpful and accommodating to those around her, she takes care of herself and her family foremost. She has an intelligence and an inquisitiveness to her that others find intriguing, if not a little strange, and she loves figuring out how things work. She will often squirrel herself away for hours taking apart and rebuilding some piece of tech or other that she's swiped while unattended. Her 'toys' will usually end up back where she found them in good working order, sometimes with parts missing, sometimes with parts they didn't have before. In a stitch, she prefers to puzzle her way out than depend on her strength, but her lightness and agility usually get her through if she has few options. Still, she's lost her fair share of fights. The beatings she has taken have only served to fuel her fierceness and teach her how not to lose.

Likes:

• Puzzles, mystery, fixing things
• Sweet foods, junk food when she can get it
• Exploring the underground, running and climbing
• Reading, when she can get her hands on good books
• Learning long words
• Alcohol
• Her sisters

Dislikes:

• Ration food. Even after all these years, it tastes like salty dirt to her. Often she'll avoid it, but hunger soon takes control.
• Anyone she decides poses a threat to her or her family.
• Thieves
• People with few interests
• Sometimes she fears that she will never be more than she is right now. She is afraid that her duty to her family will stop her from achieving her dreams. She hates herself for even thinking of them that way.

Background:
Before the apocalypse, Sam, her sister Lily (2 years younger) and their mother lived on the streets, moving from squat to doorway to squat again. Their mother had a history of undiagnosed mental illness, and one facet of this was that she suffered paranoid delusions. Thus the family never stayed in one place long, never had an official address, never stayed in a hostel or shelter, or anywhere "they" could find them. Sam and her little sister never really got a chance at any kind of formal education, even before the world ended. As Sam's mother's mental health continued to deteriorate, Sam began to become the crutch of the family, and even at her drastically young age was caring for both her infant sister and her mother. At some point between four and six months before the apocalypse, Sam's mother fell pregnant again. When the reborn began to return to New York, the pregnant woman and her ragged little family were among the first to take up residence in the safety of the underground stations. Of course, they weren't really 'safe', just safe from Sam's mother's imagined persecuters. The kinds of threats they were likely to find down there weren't all that different from those they'd faced living in squats, and they'd survived that...

For the last 10 years, the red line has been home to Sam, her sisters and her mother. The family is well settled into the red line community, and people know who Sam and her sisters are. Knowing that their mother is incapable of providing for them, others have occasionally taken pity and many view Sam in a daughterly way, or as their own little sister. Little more has affected them, besides the odd thief and underground brawl, and after spending a decade of her youth 'getting by' Sam has had to create her own passions to avoid losing her mind. It's for this reason that boring people infuriate her. On a more-than-occasional basis, Sam likes to drink to relax. She figures that as long as it doesn't get in the way of taking care of her family or doing her job, it can't really do much harm, and at any rate, Lily's old enough to take over when Sam feels like she deserves a break. It's her one real vice, but not like she's the only one around here who does it.

Sam loves mystery, adventure, and figuring things out. Thus, her great dream is to join the Rail Sentinels and explore the hallowed Ghost Line. It's a bit of a pipe dream for her, because although she knows she's smart enough to make it a reality and even be an asset to the Sentinels, she doesn't think she has what it takes physically. She's never even shot a gun before...and besides, she has a family to look out for.

Profession: Small time mechanic/engineering. Odd jobs for food, cash and medical supplies for her family.

Equipment/weaponry: Sam wears a makeshift toolbelt complete with a small array of medium sized tools; a dense adjustable wrench, two or three different sized screwdrivers, a boxcutter-type blade, and so on. They may look like they're their for practicality, but she knows how to use them in a fight - she's done it before. Though she doesn't have access to a gun, she's pretty proficient when it comes to sneaking up and putting a boxcutter to a person's throat.

Other:
Skills include: Cooking; Engineering, fixing and upgrading small to medium-large appliances, from lights and radios to small generators; moderate first aid and medical skills; some small non-ranged weapons skills, although with no training her methods are a little more than unrefined.

[Mag Lev]

I hope this is OK. Please let me know if I've misunderstood or overlooked anything or if there's anything you want me to change. :)

Samantha Whittaker

Appearance:
Sam stands at an fairly average 5'5", Her body is slim but muscular, with wiry muscles visible beneath her café-latté skin. Her slender frame creates an illusion of smallness about her, but she is not by any means weak. Her complexion has a washed-out, almost sickly-pale tone to it, from a decade of sun deprivation. Both of Sam's ears are pierced, several times on both sides, and she has a small nose ring too. Day to day, she wears a once-white, durable tank top and rugged, comfortably loose jeans. She occasionally wears an oversized khaki military style jacket but doesn't like the bulky, restrictive nature of outerwear. Her black, steel-toed worker's boots are older than she is, but in surprisingly good shape.

Face. Warning: Massive pic. Must resize...later

Name: Samantha "Sam" Whittaker

Age: 17

Origins: New York.

Personality:
Sam is by most people's definition a very hardened person. By GYNC standards though, though, she's sweet, kind, trusting and trustworthy; some might even go as far as to call her naive, but they would be mistaken. Though she is often generous, helpful and accommodating to those around her, she takes care of herself and her family foremost. She has an intelligence and an inquisitiveness to her that others find intriguing, if not a little strange, and she loves figuring out how things work. She will often squirrel herself away for hours taking apart and rebuilding some piece of tech or other that she's swiped while unattended. Her 'toys' will usually end up back where she found them in good working order, sometimes with parts missing, sometimes with parts they didn't have before. In a stitch, she prefers to puzzle her way out than depend on her strength, but her lightness and agility usually get her through if she has few options. Still, she's lost her fair share of fights. The beatings she has taken have only served to fuel her fierceness and teach her how not to lose.

Likes:

• Puzzles, mystery, fixing things
• Sweet foods, junk food when she can get it
• Exploring the underground, running and climbing
• Reading, when she can get her hands on good books
• Learning long words
• Alcohol
• Her sisters

Dislikes:

• Ration food. Even after all these years, it tastes like salty dirt to her. Often she'll avoid it, but hunger soon takes control.
• Anyone she decides poses a threat to her or her family.
• Thieves
• People with few interests
• Sometimes she fears that she will never be more than she is right now. She is afraid that her duty to her family will stop her from achieving her dreams. She hates herself for even thinking of them that way.

Background:
Before the apocalypse, Sam, her sister Lily (2 years younger) and their mother lived on the streets, moving from squat to doorway to squat again. Their mother had a history of undiagnosed mental illness, and one facet of this was that she suffered paranoid delusions. Thus the family never stayed in one place long, never had an official address, never stayed in a hostel or shelter, or anywhere "they" could find them. Sam and her little sister never really got a chance at any kind of formal education, even before the world ended. As Sam's mother's mental health continued to deteriorate, Sam began to become the crutch of the family, and even at her drastically young age was caring for both her infant sister and her mother. At some point between four and six months before the apocalypse, Sam's mother fell pregnant again. When the reborn began to return to New York, the pregnant woman and her ragged little family were among the first to take up residence in the safety of the underground stations. Of course, they weren't really 'safe', just safe from Sam's mother's imagined persecuters. The kinds of threats they were likely to find down there weren't all that different from those they'd faced living in squats, and they'd survived that...

For the last 10 years, the red line has been home to Sam, her sisters and her mother. The family is well settled into the red line community, and people know who Sam and her sisters are. Knowing that their mother is incapable of providing for them, others have occasionally taken pity and many view Sam in a daughterly way, or as their own little sister. Little more has affected them, besides the odd thief and underground brawl, and after spending a decade of her youth 'getting by' Sam has had to create her own passions to avoid losing her mind. It's for this reason that boring people infuriate her. On a more-than-occasional basis, Sam likes to drink to relax. She figures that as long as it doesn't get in the way of taking care of her family or doing her job, it can't really do much harm, and at any rate, Lily's old enough to take over when Sam feels like she deserves a break. It's her one real vice, but not like she's the only one around here who does it.

Sam loves mystery, adventure, and figuring things out. Thus, her great dream is to join the Rail Sentinels and explore the hallowed Ghost Line. It's a bit of a pipe dream for her, because although she knows she's smart enough to make it a reality and even be an asset to the Sentinels, she doesn't think she has what it takes physically. She's never even shot a gun before...and besides, she has a family to look out for.

Profession: Small time mechanic/engineering. Odd jobs for food, cash and medical supplies for her family.

Equipment/weaponry: Sam wears a makeshift toolbelt complete with a small array of medium sized tools; a dense adjustable wrench, two or three different sized screwdrivers, a boxcutter-type blade, and so on. They may look like they're their for practicality, but she knows how to use them in a fight - she's done it before. Though she doesn't have access to a gun, she's pretty proficient when it comes to sneaking up and putting a boxcutter to a person's throat.

Other:
Skills include: Cooking; Engineering, fixing and upgrading small to medium-large appliances, from lights and radios to small generators; moderate first aid and medical skills; some small non-ranged weapons skills, although with no training her methods are a little more than unrefined.

@hayley

Everything looks good, sounds like an interesting character to have around. You can go ahead and move her to the CS Tab.

[Severe Triage]

Still open for applications?