[OOC] Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

[Todd Howard]

@ClocktowerEchos

I'm going to be dropping, sorry.

You guys seem to be on the right track though, so have fun. :)

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Raddum Ahh damn, shame to see you go. Good fortunes to whatever you do ^^

[ML]

@ClocktowerEchos

I'm going to be dropping, sorry.

You guys seem to be on the right track though, so have fun. :)

@Raddum

What why

[Syben]

@ClocktowerEchos

Ash has been reworked, I changed her [actual] name, and some of the wording to reorient her with Lopers. Also updated her bio.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@AeonumbraNice!

[ClocktowerEchos]

@All I'm looking to making the next IC post tomorrow ideally.

@Raxacoricofallapatorius@Paradoxial Both of you haven't made/edited characters or posted IC so consider this a heads up. While your characters will still be given a chance to be introduce should you choose to continue, they will have to be put on hold for a while.

Also, to anyone who didn't see @Raddum's dorf is no longer with the party and will likely be retconned out in the next post.

[ML]

We have a very serious party then lol

[Paradoxial]

I think I may be dropping this one, seems like too high of a standard for me. If I have this much trouble just making a CS imagine how low quality my IC posts will be compared to the others.

[Grec]

what da fuck?

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Paradoxial You sure? You can't improve yourself if you never challenge yourself and no one said it was going to be easy.

@Grec Can I help you?

[ML]

I think I may be dropping this one, seems like too high of a standard for me. If I have this much trouble just making a CS imagine how low quality my IC posts will be compared to the others.

@Paradoxial

Sometimes the CS is the hardest part tbh. Its the most...'permanent' reference of your character so it's held to a pretty high standard. The IC stuff would be less complicated, I imagine.

[ML]

what da fuck?

@Grec

one of us one of us

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Mercenary Lord If you would indluge me, may I request that you attempt not to make such comments in the future?

[ML]

To which?

[ClocktowerEchos]

@MonsieurShade@Aeonumbra@Mercenary Lord
New IC post!
Shit is happening within the first page?
Bet your Wally little ass it is!

[Paradoxial]

okay lets have another go at this shall we?

| NAME |

Leroy Omerson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pharmaceuticals, currently loner

| AGE |

38

| TRAITS | -

• Absent Minded - because his mind is completely filled with thoughts of his quest, he frequently forgets to eat, sleep and drink unless reminded or becoming almost too weak to continue. Instead of doing these things he relentlessly pushes onward, causing his body to become hardened and have great stamina.
• Single minded - after the nightmares and dreams entered his life, he quickly lost all other goals and values except for making the potion. He finds anything that doesn't continue his quest to be a waste of time and energy.
• detached - when he left his department, Leroy lost his family, his friends and everyone he had known in his whole life. He stopped seeing people as people, instead his broken mind Only seeing the creatures around him as tools only useful for continuing the quest. If any opportunity arises to continue his quest he will take it, no matter what must be sacrificed.
• Medically Trained - despite it being a decade since he left the confines of the infirmary, Leroy has still managed to keep the knowledge of medicine and herbs in his shattered mind. He can use common chemicals and materials to craft basic bandages and medicines. Also because of his need to craft his potion, he has become proficient at brewing liquid and drafts.

| EQUIPMENT | -

• Poisoned Hunting Knife and Shivs - a gift from his parents, he keeps the long hunting blade constantly wet with a homemade venom. He also has a couple of rough shivs that he uses if he needs range.
• "Holy Journal" - small leather bound journal where he keeps all of his notes about herbs, medicine and potion. Also has his recipe for making the bombs.
• Potion of Infite Power - this potion is the culmination of years of work. Leroy believes that upon finishing this potion, he will become the most powerful person in the entire store. He will become a god. As of now, the potion is just a finely polished glass bottle, filled with a dark green liquid of unknown origin. The bottle is corked and is strung around his neck. It is very far from completion.
• heavy leather coat - a durable, heavy leather coat that covers most of his upper body. It is good protection against melee attacks but won't come close to stoppingq bullet or a sharp blade.
• Crow Mask - as one of the last efforts to ward off the nightmares, Leroy fashioned a wooden/ metal crow mask, which he keeps constantly stuffed with herbs and spices in the beak. Unfortunately like all his other attempts, this to failed.

| BIOGRAPHY |

The pharmaceuticals department is a strange place, filled with aspiring scientists and insane dreamers, working side by side. This odd combination works fairly well, except for the unfortunate times when the insanity outweighs the genius. Of course, no one expected Leroy to be on the insane side of the spectrum. He was born to 2 of the smartest chemists in the Department, and from his early years he aspired to outdo them both. Throughout his schooling he earned top marks, even going as far as to earn the highest honor a child can receive, the gift of his very own "Li'l Tykes Chemistry Kit!".

Leroy was quickly identified as a genius, and was able to skip the later years of his schooling and rent a private laboratory to continue his work in peace. He majored in weaponized chemistry, and most of his time was spent concocting new types of bombs and poisons for the defense of his home. Things were looking bright for Leroy, until the voice.

Leroy isn't sure of exactly when the voice started talking to him, nor is he sure when the nightmares started appearing in the day as well as the night. He dreamt of a glorious potion, pure gold and shining in his hands. He drank the potion and was filled with a power unmatched by anything he had ever felt before. He would be a king, may a god. The voice told him all of this, showed him his destiny. It didn't trouble Leroy when the voice started talking to him in the daytime, and neither did it trouble him that he had forgotten to eat for the past 2 days. All that mattered was the potion, and he spent days locked in his laboratory trying to perfect the first part. Finally just the right amount of chemicals were used and with a blinding flash a green liquid slowly filled the bottle. He thought the voice would leave him alone, the visions would fade, he could go back to living a normal life. That night was when he finally broke. The voice taunted him all night, dredging up the worst memories from the worst parts of his life. By the end of the night, he was convinced. His only salvation was to create the potion.

Leroy brought no food or water with him, instead choosing to stuff his backpack with every chemical and medicine he could find. In the dark of night he fled out of a service hatch in the infirmary, bringing with him only his bag of chemicals, trusty hunting knife and fragmented mind. The next decade of his life was spent scavenging, trading what chemicals and medicine he produce for the necessities to continue his quest. His mental condition only worsened, and without the love of his parents and friends Leroys view of people became increasingly degraded, only seeing them as a means to an end. His potion far from completed, Leroy has decided to become a Bargain Hunter in hopes of finding more ingredients for his potion.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Paradoxial Outside of some grammar and spelling, the content looks good! Consider yourself accepted! (Although fixing some of the grammatical errors wouldn't go amiss.)

As for how you'll get in the IC, you'll have to just jump on to the golf cart or something like that seeing as you missed the original role call. Good luck.

[Syben]

@Paradoxial@ClocktowerEchos

I do have a query, though I'm not trying to undermine Clock's acceptance.

because his mind is completely filled with thoughts of his quest, he frequently forgets to eat, sleep and drink unless reminded or becoming almost too weak to continue. Instead of doing these things he relentlessly pushes onward, causing his body to become hardened and have great stamina.

It's unclear to what extent you're trying to portray in which he forgets to eat, sleep, or drink; However, my perspective is that, based upon the line "unless reminded or becoming almost too weak to continue", that this happens until he is in, as you said, a weakened (and likely a frail) state. The cumulative effects of constantly bringing himself to this point doesn't exactley convey a "hardened" body with "great stamina".

It sounds more as if he should be malnourished, sickly, and weak from improper care of himself. The actual query: How is he hardened with great stamina.

[Paradoxial]

@Aeonumbra okay I'm actually really glad you pointed that out because I REALLY worded that wrong. I didn't mean to convey that he super strong or anything, just that because his body gets malnourished so often he usually just ignores it and pushes himself beyond his weakened capabilitys. I hope that makes sense.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Paradoxial I suppose the way you could word it is that he doesn't feel the effects of hunger or drowsiness meaning while he can push himself harder for longer, he will sometimes literally just pass out from hunger and sleep deprivation because human biology can only go so far. He won't feel or think he's hungry, but he is sure as hell going to feel the effects and they will definitely be visible on him.

Also, he will likely be suffering from hallucinations in addition to the voices because your brain does trippy things when it doesn't sleep. I know someone who did an expriment to see what does a lack of sleep do on your cognitive abilities so he didn't go to sleep for like three days and did simple math problems every night. The thing only lasted three days because by day three he was seeing things that weren't there and were scaring the shit out of him like a giant spider the size of a wall mural that kept following him around his house and that batman was on his doorstep and proceeded to knock him the fuck out. This may all sound funny, but you gotta remember that the Wal will get people to think of some scary shit. Plus seeing people where there are non is terrible thing when your party is already on edge or in a fight.