Chicken Leg

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“Hello, viewers. Y’know who it is. It’s your boy, DJ Wildfire. My voice spreads for the rest like fire spreads in a fo'rest,” DJ Wildfire played a little sound effect after his tagline.

“I’m here to bring you the latest news, updates, and other shiz niz. But before I begin, I want to address something. Forgive me, but I am gonna get real sentimental right now. I was walking the other day and I realized something outrageous. I never took the time to fully appreciate what I got.” DJ Wildfire stopped talking on the mic and sucked air through his teeth.

“Okay so I was walking the other day and I just became amazed at how far we came as a human race. Like people say we were apes back then. It’s just weird how we have grown as a society. We have advanced technologies that I would never have imagined in my life, man. Even as a kid, I went crazy when I saw the Nintendo 64. Those graphics blew my mind. Now, look at where we are.” DJ Wildfire began snapping his fingers trying to piece together his thoughts.

“We in the year 2056. We got monorails zipping throughout the skyline. We got actual hoverboards that hover in the air. And I ain’t talking about that shit in 2015. That was a self-balanced scooter. Ain’t nothing hovering with that.” DJ WIldfire paused his rant and sighed. “Okay, I’m getting off topic. The point is what I am trying to make is we are in a sci-fi age. Never would I have thought a robot would make me dinner and do my dishes. That is some Jetsons shit.”

DJ Wildfire’s breath could be heard on the mic as he paused for a few seconds. “I guess it’s a huge milestone for us. Flying cars, robot butlers, and self-check out stores, I was really happy.” A sudden record scratch was heard and the background music was cut. “But ya’ll idiots fucked it up.” Another man sitting idly in the booth abruptly laughed. He began coughing in the studio from heavy laughter. “Hold on, ya’ll. That’s my secret guest I brought in with me today. Be right back in five. He's dying- Shh, man. It wasn't that funny.” Smooth jazz continued to play throughout the station.

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"Okay, ya'll. We're back, sorry for the mishap. Like I said earlier, I brought a special guest to the mic; however, my boy wants to remain anonymous. So we just gonna randomly name him Steve. You're up, Steve." The microphone picked up the sound of DJ Wildfire snapping his fingers.

"Uh, umm, Mr. Wildfire, sir? My name is actually Steve. I-I told you this earlier."

"Man, shut yo ass up, Steve. Continue your story." DJ Wildfire retorted. The anonymous person was going to speak up again until the MC interrupted him. "And it's DJ Wildfire. You got to say the whole thing."

"Umm, yes, DJ Wildfire." Heavy breathing could be heard on the microphone. Steve was finding his words to speak. "Well, this is the first time I'm doing this. I am kind of nervous. I never told anyone about this. It must have been fifteen years ago. The guest speaker kept pausing for brief seconds.

"I was there during the Week of Hell. As most of you know, that was the moment when everything we loved—everything we cherished died. I witnessed a lot of death and other revolting things. I still see it today sometimes. I am here to admit that I was there when it happened; I was there at the source. I was a lab assistant." DJ Wildfire can be heard rustling in his seat. Hearing the news again caught him off guard.

"Damn, Steve, you're part of the reason for all this reason? You took my hoverboard away?" DJ Wildfire spat.

"What? God, no! I would never-Stop using my first name. I was just an assistant. I wouldn't even go as far to call myself that either. I just fetched the coffee and filed the papers," Steve muttered a few curse words under his breath; he was unaware that the microphone picked up his slurs. "I knew what they were doing. I signed a confidentiality report and everything. I've held the information to all myself all these years. I have been carrying the guilt on my shoulders this whole time."

Steve's voice started to get panicky. His stuttering became worse. "I-I knew about it and I-I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything! Y-you don't know the pain; I-I had to take the job. I-I couldn't just quit. I was short on money..." Steve tapped his fingers on the booth. He was trying to calm his nerves.

"I didn't do anything to cause the end of the world, but I didn't do anything to stop it. Although, I can share some information. I can forever rest everyone's mind and tell you how and why it all began. DJ Wildfire, do you still have that a recording of that broadcast? I believe you did a mockery review on it in one of your sessions."

"You talking about the crazy nutjob? You seriously asking me to play that again?"

"He might not seem the most credible person on the planet, but I believe he had the clearest idea on the reasoning for all of this. It makes the most sense out of everything. I'm not sure how he knows, but there was one thing he was right about to which is why I believe everything out of that tape. He knew of the experiments on criminals who were assigned on death row.

"Alright, guys. Prepare to listen to this tape again. Apparently, there is more truth to it than we thought. This is the end of my broadcast for today. Stay safe and check back. Thanks for coming in, Steve."

"Thanks for having me, Mister DJ Cauliflower."

"I know yo ass did not just call me Cauliflower."

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DJ Wildfire clicked and hit a few switches. He hooked a damaged phone into an audio jack and let it play out. An aggressive male could be heard on the audio.

"I am going to die later. There is no ands ifs or buts. I am definitely going to get fucked sideways. I'm not going to leave my name because you don't fucking need it. This is me speaking the truth. I guess I might as well do some good for this rotting world.

I expected some awesome things in 2056. I really did. The world is so fucked right now! Everything has just gone all tipsy and turvy. This planet died and there's no saving it! All because we humans are self-righteous pieces of shit. I don't know why everyone blames the scientists. It's all of us as a society, we did this!

I know the scientists did this shit. They wanted to play God. I never needed no science in my life. That's for sure! People say they wanted to create a new antidote for cancer and other people say they wanted a new weapon of mass destruction. I say it doesn't fucking matter now. They did a lot of horrible shit. They experimented on criminals who already had an execution date. They tried fooling me, but I'm too smart for them!

What did we get as a result? Fucking zombies. Was it a success or failure? None of us can know if they made their weapons or they screwed up the pooch by trying to cure cancer. I'm just glad it all fell apart when they realized their mistake. Now we got people eating people, rotting flesh down the streets. It's a party! I wish they stuck to something recreational like making a jetpack. I always wanted one. But nope, I got a fucking robot butler.

Now some of you might say that the machines were a government conspiracy or it was also the scientist's fault. I know for a fact you weren't complaining when your robot servant was massaging your toes and washing the dishes. Humans are lazy good-for-nothings. I don't have much intelligence on the machines. All I know is they became more self-aware. I crushed one a little while ago. I think it was a toaster oven model. I looked around its body and found a certain "chip." These "chips" I believe grant the robots human emotions.

I'm sure that's why they started the rebellion. I mean, we never showed them gratitude. We're kind of assholes like that. I always thought it was coincidental how the zombie virus and robot rebellion happened on the same fucking day. That was the Week of Hell as people called it. I think it's still going.

Between you and me, I think I saw it, but I might have heard the zombies "reproducing." Can you imagine? I am getting tired of this world. Zombies and robots, a man can only take so much. My body wasn't cut out for the radioactive waste like those son of bitches. It just gave me cancer. Where's that antidote now? Fucking hell, I just wanted a jetpack.

DJ Wildfire sighed as the audio clip ended. "What a nutcase. Man, fuck Steve."

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What is Chicken Leg?

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Chicken Leg is based on a novel series I am working on. Essentially, Chicken Leg is a satirical role-play set in a post-apocalyptic setting. The world went to war with robots and zombies...and lost. Role-players will try to survive in its current state while fending off many enemies. Role-players will have travel town to town. Each town or point of interest will offer something brand new. You might like roleplaying this if you like Borderlands, Fallout, One Piece, or even Skyrim.

So this is more a joke role-play with no seriousness?

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Yes and no. I still want work to be put into this roleplay. And though the concept is silly, drama and serious moments can be added.

How are we going to fend ourselves against robots and zombies?

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Role-players will have the opportunity to be part of the fortunate ones affected by the radioactivity on earth. Radioactivity grants people different appearances and even special abilities. Sometimes it's also items of interest. Weapons of war built by the scientists are hidden throughout the world. One role player brought in boots that guarantee super-jumps. Other weapons are drenched in radioactivity and changed the overall usage. Have you ever seen a role-player fight with a glowing green kitchen pan? I have. It's amazing.

So just the zombies and robots?

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Not essentially. Other people with radioactive powers if they prove to be hostile. You cannot forget about bandits and raiders as well as new animals affected by the radioactive waste. This world is relentlessly hostile.

Why is this role-play called Chicken Leg?

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My character that I always have for this particular role-play wields a giant chicken leg. The name fits better than my other attempts and it just stuck to it.

Why is this role-play considered or 18 years and older?

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There will be a lot of profanity in this role-play. Gore and violence are accepted as well. Sexual themes are invited too. The only thing not available in this roleplay is smut given I feel that it's a common rule on this site and I don't want to get in trouble.

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I would assume that everyone knows the regular rules, but because of my current ignorance, I'm going to go ahead and list the things that are prohibited in this roleplay.

❖ No Godmodding. I wish to witness role players getting hurt and injured. Be a good sport about it, guys. Everyone can feel pain and can't dodge every hit thrown at them.

❖ Proper spelling and grammar, please. An efficient spell and grammar checker is a great way to reduce this problem.

❖ Enemies are a great deal in this roleplay. I'll be frank and say that I love to give great power to the bad guys in order for the whole party to collaborate. There's a chance that fighting may get tiring. That's why after every endeavor, I'll be sure to reward players for their hard work. I will also be hinting you the enemy's weakness if the fight drags on.

❖ You may have gotten a giggle from the introduction. I am aware of why you had some chuckles over it. This does not mean that you can half-ass your posts or your app. I will not take your app if you took no effort or time to make it.

This app is prohibited.

Character: Cluckens the giant roasted yellow talking chicken
Age: Infinity
Height: 15 ft
weapons: His giant chicken talon claws
BIO: Created by a fallout radiation from US neclear reactors.
Current: Waiting to kill zombies with friends!

This app is not prohibited.

Name: "Cluckens"

Age:49

Gender: Male
Appearance: Clucken stands normally like a human. He's covered in bright yellow feathers. Cluckens has gigantic black pupils that usually make the other freaks shiver. He has a slight problem with his weight. He carries a huge luggage of beer in his belly, it jiggles naturally when he takes a stroll.

Personality: He tends to get real cocky most of the time. He loves to boast and brag about how great he his. He does boil in frustration when you point out that he's a chicken. Cluckens does not like the puns that came from his transformation.

Weapons: Cluckens is frankly tough. He's able to fly by flapping his wings repeatedly. He can't hold himself long in the air or go all that high anyway. He has quite the admirable brute strength to be jealous about. He will bring his talons once the situation needs them.

Bio:
Cluckens real name is actually 'Timmothy Masters.' He had an obsession with consuming chicken products. He would munch on chicken nuggets, chow on chicken sandwiches, and devour some fried chicken.

He was a complete couch potato that luckily survived the carnage of the apocalypse day. He sadly stumbled into a pit of waste. Only Karma could be responsible for his new body. Cluckens now is trying very hard not to become a cannibal. He wishes to go to 'The End' to seek problems on how to end his chicken obsession.

❖ I'm going to Be Story Telling such as events and when zombies, robots, and ECT appear. I dislike it when someone makes their own monsters appear or adds a sudden zombie horde into the mix. I do listen to ideas. Just hit me up with a personal message and I'll consider it.

❖ For good measure, please put "I'm Random LOL xD" at the end of your post to signal that you read the terms and conditions.

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Everyone must start in a small urban town with a weird name called "Pallet Town." The town is covered with prostitutes and littered with radioactive puddles. Wherever you walked you’re always annoyed by the same question "Spare Change?" A small clinic stand by somewhere in the middle which invites you to be introduced to the town's doctor. Little huts represent houses that people spend their time sleeping. Rich people have the usual straw bed and a two bedroom. Everyone else suffers from just a blanket and one room. Starting Point is a perimeter, twelve-acre land boxed by metal scrap walls. The only way to enter Starting Point is a simple gate that uses a pulley function. It's guarded by a muscular man that goes by Mikey Francis. Mikey Francis is the only protection from bandits, robots, and infects. Starting Point luckily has a hangout spot.

The hangout spot is a worn down restaurant. Inside it's a bit homely with a welcome waitress and home cooking. Though the site of little cockroaches is disgusting so everyone spends their time on the outside bar. The outside bar is popular due to the radio. The radio is the only thing we have of getting updates from outside of Pallet Town.

Suddenly, the local radio started erupting good news. Everyone gathered around hearing the spoken words "Everyone come all and come once. We have everything to offer. We are a protected city giving food, water, and shelter. We have many things that you thought were extinct because of the infected robot invasion. Our city is cleverly called "The End." Everything you ever dreamed of is here. Everyone is welcome...except the zombies and the robots...and ugly people." Everyone morphed to a silent tone that soon followed with an outburst of boos. The End is famous for the mythical of having everything and no one really cared for it because The End is quite the adventure to hike which means whoever wanted to get there meant going through a bunch of trouble. Only a stupid, brave, or determined person surely wants to go.

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Go ahead and go all out! I won't mind accepting a 12yr. old that has a weapon bigger than him or a 80yr. old muscular person. I'm hoping to approve of weird characters. Though normal people are allowed too. If you want to role-play as a robot, I can allow it; however, a zombie cannot be roleplayed. A person that may be a carrier of the disease is appropriate though.

Character Sheet Application

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[Character Quote Here]

General Information

Name: (What do your buddies call you.)

Legend: (This is the name that most people know your character by. This could be referred to as an informal nickname or a title that is famous or infamous of her actions. Please be specific if it's a nickname or a title. Leave "N/A" if this does not apply to your character.)

Species: (Due to being a wasteland, there is actually more than one species present in this game. Radioactivity may cause your body to go through various changes. Maybe you fused with an antelope. I don't know your life. Just put your race/species here. )

Gender:(Very easy decision.)

Age: (Anything is acceptable. From 10 to 99.)

Appearance: (A short description to go along with your character image. It can be short, nothing too lengthy. )

Personality: (Your character's general attitude or feelings toward people, events and other things. You could give me an analysis or list some personality traits. )

Condition: (If be bit by a zombie and gained zombie-like strength, just put Infected. If you have inherited abilities from radioactive waste, just put Wasted. If you are a regular healthy person, just put Joe.)

Recreational Knowledge

Likes: (List at least five things)

Dislikes: (List at least five things)

Hobbies: (What does your character do during their freetime?)

Strengths: (List at least 3 of your character's strength.)

Weaknesses: (List at least 3 of your character's weaknesses.)

Theme Song: (What is your character's general theme? His combat music? Does he hum a tune while eating? )

Combat Ready

Weapon: (Now right here is where you can take it to randomness. I don't want any pistols, swords, rifles, grenades, none of that. You can use anything except those. Pick a household item to a piece of food. I do except of course if you customized something like a sword made of LEGOs or something. And you can pick three. Of course, if you get somehow tired of your weapon then pm me and I'll throw some magic making some random crap turning your old weapon to your new one. Make sure to describe what your weapon does and how you discovered it. I just want some creative weapons. I could accept a normal weapon, but I really do not wish to only if there is one person who is a gun nut.

Powers: (Have you been one of the lucky ones to gain a power from a possible bite? Or maybe a vat of radioactive waste gave you some cool abilities. If you do have a power, limit yourself to one weapon.)


Techniques: (These are the specific skills or growing move set that your character possesses. For example, if your character was a wrestler, he would have a dropkick called "Fury Drop." Or something. You are allowed two techniques if you have a power. One technique if you have three weapons. )

Skills: (Specifically, what does your character excel at? What are his talents? Can he tame animals? Can he speak different languages? Is he a good reader?)

Gear: (Besides your character's weapon, what else does he carry on his person? A photo of simpler times? Some rope? Your call, I will let you carry bring two other items into this roleplay. Non-weapons, please.)

Level: (There is no experience gain really. The level system is more just of a strength comparison and way to receive more techniques and skills. You start at level one.)

The Story Behind the Man

Backstory:(How was life before the apocalypse? Week of Hell began fifteen years ago so your character would have to be older in order to experience life beforehand. What is your character doing now? You don't need to put your full backstory here, it's not mandatory.)

Ambitions/Goals: (Initially, what helps your character wake up every day in the apocalypse? What does s/he strive to complete or what does s/he want to gain? What are his current dreams? You can put that s/he does want to see something at "The End" or something more practical like finding a Twinkie. )

Addiction/Mental Health: (Does your character have an addiction? Does s/he have a mental disorder?)

Character Sheet Example

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[center][h2][color=skyblue]General Information[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=springgreen]Name:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (What do your buddies call you.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Legend:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (This is the name that most people know your character by. This could be referred to as an informal nickname or a title that is famous or infamous of her actions. Please be specific if it's a nickname or a title. Leave "N/A" if this does not apply to your character.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Species:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Due to being a wasteland, there is actually more than one species present in this game. Radioactivity may cause your body to go through various changes. Maybe you fused with an antelope. I don't know your life. Just put your race/species here. )[/color]

[color=springgreen]Gender:[/color][color=deepskyblue](Very easy decision.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Age:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Anything is acceptable. From 10 to 99.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Appearance:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (A short description to go along with your character image. It can be short, nothing too lengthy. )[/color]

[color=springgreen]Personality:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Your character's general attitude or feelings toward people, events and other things. You could give me an analysis or list some personality traits. )[/color]

[color=springgreen]Condition:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (If be bit by a zombie and gained zombie-like strength, just put Infected. If you have inherited abilities from radioactive waste, just put Wasted. If you are a regular healthy person, just put Joe.)[/color]

[center][h2][color=skyblue]Recreational Knowledge[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=springgreen]Likes:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (List at least five things)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Dislikes:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (List at least five things)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Hobbies:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (What does your character do during their freetime?)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Strengths:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (List at least 3 of your character's strength.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Weaknesses:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (List at least 3 of your character's weaknesses.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Theme Song:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (What is your character's general theme? His combat music? Does he hum a tune while eating? )[/color]

[center][h2][color=skyblue]Combat Ready[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=springgreen]Weapon:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Now right here is where you can take it to randomness. I don't want any pistols, swords, rifles, grenades, none of that. You can use anything except those. Pick a household item to a piece of food. I do except of course if you customized something like a sword made of LEGOs or something. And you can pick three. Of course, if you get somehow tired of your weapon then pm me and I'll throw some magic making some random crap turning your old weapon to your new one. Make sure to describe what your weapon does and how you discovered it. I just want some creative weapons. I could accept a normal weapon, but I really do not wish to only if there is one person who is a gun nut. [/color]

[color=springgreen]Powers:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Have you been one of the lucky ones to gain a power from a possible bite? Or maybe a vat of radioactive waste gave you some cool abilities. If you do have a power, limit yourself to one weapon.)[/color]


[color=springgreen]Techniques:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (These are the specific skills or growing move set that your character possesses. For example, if your character was a wrestler, he would have a dropkick called "Fury Drop." Or something. You are allowed two techniques if you have a power. One technique if you have three weapons. )[/color]

[color=springgreen]Skills:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Specifically, what does your character excel at? What are his talents? Can he tame animals? Can he speak different languages? Is he a good reader?)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Gear:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Besides your character's weapon, what else does he carry on his person? A photo of simpler times? Some rope? Your call, I will let you carry bring two other items into this roleplay. Non-weapons, please.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Level:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (There is no experience gain really. The level system is more just of a strength comparison and way to receive more techniques and skills. You start at level one.)[/color]

[center][h2][color=skyblue]The Story Behind the Man[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=springgreen]Backstory:[/color][color=deepskyblue](How was life before the apocalypse? Week of Hell began fifteen years ago so your character would have to be older in order to experience life beforehand. What is your character doing now? You don't need to put your full backstory here, it's not mandatory.)[/color]

[color=springgreen]Ambitions/Goals:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Initially, what helps your character wake up every day in the apocalypse? What does s/he strive to complete or what does s/he want to gain? What are his current dreams? You can put that s/he does want to see something at "The End" or something more practical like finding a Twinkie. )[/color]

[color=springgreen]Addiction/Mental Health:[/color][color=deepskyblue] (Does your character have an addiction? Does s/he have a mental disorder?) [/color]

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[Leaves]

This section will be the almanac for towns and enemies.

[Leaves]

Give me your interest.

[Soph123]

Interested!

[Carlyle]

Interested as well.

[Too Old 4 This]

Interested. Brilliant using the lofi jazz in combo with the radio script for the intro.

[snake153]

Interested in this.

[Leaves]

@Soph123@snake153@Too Old 4 This

Thank you for your interest. Will you be creating a character sheet now or later when the role play has launched to the Causal?

@Poi

Great to have your interest, Poi!

[Polaris North]

I wish to express my interest as well.

Ah but a question, has radiation filled the entire world/land in small to high concentration but still present or just in select locations?

[Carlyle]

@Leaves No problem! I had been interested since I saw it in the test section of RPG. I have a character in the works right now in my own test thread.

[Leaves]

@Polaris North

There's small concentration throughout. In select locations, the radiation may be higher or lower depending on the circumstances.

[Carlyle]

Still a WIP, but if you want, you can check over what I have so far.

WIP Character Sheet for Chicken Leg

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Name: Mihara Rin

Legend: Okawari

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 45 kg

Hair Color: Unknown

Eye Color: Unknown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Lithe

Condition: Joe

Level: One

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Put in the most simplest way, Rin is a woman held back by her own flaws. In truth, Rin is a kind sweetheart, wanting to make someone's day if she could--to bring hope in a world where death is a common occurance. However, outside a small circle of friends, Rin sees this as relatively impossible due to her stuttering disorder that has persisted since childhood. Rin is often afraid to speak her mind in fear of her stuttering being painfully obvious. As a result, wearing the visor helmet is no longer just for remembering an old friend, but also to keep others from matching a face to her voice.

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Mihara Rin was the only child to a married Japanese couple that had resided in Tokyo, Japan. Her father had been a prosperous businessman dabbling in robotics, and in order to supplement his business dealings the Mihara family moved repeatedly throughout Tokyo and the surrounding areas. While Rin had been spoiled by her father's wealth, she was left without the companionship of children around her age. Eager to test one of his newest products, her father gave his daughter a robotic attendant by the name of Nanase, who would be Rin's constant companion.

Whereas the masses had only seen robots as tools for their own advantage, Rin formed an odd bond with Nanase. The two of them would partake in childish activities such as tag or hide and seek, leading Rin to feel as if the robot was truly her friend. By her sixth birthday, Rin's father would be given a contract that required him to move to the United States, and like before, he brought his family with him. However, this had some technical difficulties for Rin, as she had just a small grasp of the English language, and found it difficult to communicate with the other children in her school.

As a result of this language barrier, Rin developed a stuttering disorder created from her attempt to converse through English. Eventually, it had taken a turn for the worst when her fellow classmates would bully Rin because of her constant stuttering, and while her father threatened to sue the school until they took action, Rin would soon only trust those closest to her with what she wanted to say verbally. Outside of her family and Nanase, Rin would be as meek as a mouse, becoming quiet and essentially turning invisible in crowds of people in both her school and outside class.

Fast forward a few years, and the Week of Hell had begun. Scientists were blamed for playing god when the deceased came back with a cannibalistic appetite, and the world's robots turned on humanity. Her parents were eliminated quickly, and Rin would have proved as an easy target for Nanase. Nevertheless, the then nine year old had a stroke of luck, and Nanase decided to protect Rin from the new horrors of the world. Together, both robot and child traveled the lands as refugees, seeking out a safe location to at least survive the night away from the rotting meat bags and killer robots.

Yet, in the end, all good things must come to an end. Nanase's programming began to fall into disrepair, and the attendant robot ceased to work in the middle of nowhere. Distraught, Rin cried over her fallen friend as she repeatedly pushed buttons and toyed with the wiring in an attempt to bring back Nanase, but nothing would work. A few hours passed by while Rin sat in silence next to her friend before she had an idea. Removing some of the wiring and important pieces, Rin made a promise to Nanase that she would find a new body for the attendant to use in the future, should there be a time and place.

Additionally, Rin severed Nanase's head from the rest of her body, salvaging the electronic components inside to sell them off at some outpost in order to survive. Wearing it as a token of remembrance, Rin made way to a place by the name of Pallet Town, where she was nearly killed on the spot until someone realized she was human. Once inside, Rin sold the salvaged electronic parts for a place to stay inside the walls that surrounded the town. Mostly left alone to her own devices, Rin took any odd job she could find, until she heard of a wonderful place called The End outside the local bar, where she decided to turn a new leaf in search of the mysterious city.

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There are a number of goals that Rin seeks to accomplish. Before the Week of Hell, her family was on top of the world in terms of wealth. Suddenly forced to become a refugee struggling to survive in a dangerous world has had quite the shock for Rin, and reaching The End promises some normality in her life rather than fighting off flesh hungry beings or robots hellbent on murdering humans each and every day. Despite the city being a possible ruse in a world turned primitive, Rin still believes it to be a better option instead of sitting around waiting to die in a makeshift city with only a blanket to her name.

Also, while the radio announcer stated that they would not welcome robots into their city, Rin believes that The End may have a possibility to bring Nanase back to life. If the city is truly what it is said to be, Rin is hopeful that there might be still an engineer or robotics scientist somewhere within The End. If by chance there is someone who could help Rin, she would be willing to go to the extreme to save an old friend. Whether this means holding them hostage with threats to assault them if they don't comply or some other matter, Rin would do anything to see Nanase rebooted.

Last but not least, Rin wishes to open her own club in the near future somewhere in the world. Similar to a modern bar or night club, Rin just wants a place where everyone can have fun to dance to tunes or form new relationships in a world where a weapon is often pointed at someone's head. While this is simply a disguised desire to eat (and eventually serve) sushi as she once did as a kid, Rin also wishes to put hope back into the lives of the new world. The world has turned to shit since the Week of Hell, and it just needs one long and relaxing break of hope rather than despair.

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In terms of addictions, Rin is hardly seen without her visor helmet or an old music player, which she often listens to an early 2000s musician by the name of DJ Okawari--leading to the locals of Pallet Town dubbing her as Okawari. While Rin is a sane human being, she still isn't without flaws that affect her mental health. Doctors labelled her stuttering issue as a mental disorder, and Rin struggles to formulate certain words if she tries to speak. Since Rin hardly speaks to begin with, it isn't much of a problem, but she feels shame when someone points it out.

[Leaves]

I like what I see so far. Nicely done, Poi.

[Polaris North]

So here's what I have so far. I think I'm pretty much finished if he's okay.

Johnny

"Death comes to us all. Fortunately, Death's appointment with me has been delayed."

General Information

Name: Jonathan McCallen

Legend: Masked Vigilante

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Appearance: He stands at a height of 5'10". He seems to have a muscular athletic type of body thanks to training. No one knows what's beneath the mask, since it has been fused to his face and he has no way of removing it - even if he wished to - unless someone would pry it off and take off his skin while they're at it. However, he seems to be able to open the mask that is above his mouth, where he is able to eat. A voice emulator has been embedded into his throat. Underneath his clothing is a disturbing sight - flesh wrinkled and bruised, looks like it's decaying but it's really not.

Personality: Jonathan is one that you would call determined; evidenced when even if it has been years since he had seen the last clue for his find, he still never gave up. He has admirable conviction and would see everything through to the end. Though, this isn't to say that he doesn't get sidetracked. In fact, the main reason why he hasn't completed his mission is because he keeps on stopping to help other people. He is sympathetic towards people in need of help - especially when they're trying to find a missing person. He's always willing to help.

That isn't to say that he is not one without faults. A kind-hearted person isn't the type to survive in the post-apocalyptic world. Fortunately for Jonathan, he has survived thus far; thriving thanks to his mutations and whatnot. He has grown cautious, yes, but he still gives second chances to people he thinks deserve them. Another trait that isn't very common and also very dangerous to have in the currently world. He does have standards when it comes to giving out these second chances - and also, once you waste your second chance, you shouldn't expect Jonathan to ever treat you the same ever again.

However, one should note that Jonathan is extremely aware of the state and condition of the world. It's just that he wants to see the good in the world. He is actually pretty ruthless when it comes to those he finds as dangerous and often quite merciless. Jonathan is a realist and actually thinks of the chances of saving someone - if it is anywhere below five percent, he would probably not go. This kind-hearted nature stems from his own desire to not see anyone be separated from their families ever again.

Condition: Wasted

Recreational Knowledge

Likes:

• Chocolate
• Radiation
• Storms
• Animals
• Children

Dislikes:

• Robots that would attack him in sight
• Feral Zombies
• Bandits
• Sterile Environments
• Fast Currents

Hobbies:

• He seems to always look back at his journal when he has nothing better to do.
• When alone, he seems to dance alone - a ballroom dance whilst humming to himself in his robotic voice.
• He makes small little crosses and even sculptures of humans - his friends and family.

Strengths:

• He has military training from the time before the week of Hell. Knows parkour.
• Strives in radiated places. With the normal dose found nowadays, he seems to be stronger than average.
• Has what pretty much means a strong will; if anything, he just wouldn't talk.

Weaknesses:

• He isn't able to emote properly because he is mute and his voice emulator can only speak robotically and no one can see his face. Often leads to misunderstandings.
• He ceases to function without radiation. He has a dependence on it.
• He seems to always want to see the good in people; often giving them a second chance. This can lead to some unsavory circumstances. This does not apply to robots or bandits.

Theme Song:

Combat Ready

Weapon:

• Metal Pipe: It is a very durable metal pipe that doesn't seem to break no matter what it hits. It isn't very special aside from the beautiful red, black and white markings around it. Jonathan doesn't know why it is like that since he found it as that. Like him, it seems to strengthen the more concentrated the radiation is, so he found it very apt to keep it.

Powers:

• Radioactive Healing: A rather self explanatory power. His cells have mutated to the point of finding radioactivity as its main source of energy. Hence, they replicate quickly in the presence of radiation which helps with healing himself. The more concentrated the radiation, the faster he can heal. This also expels his need for food and, to some extent, water. He does prefer still eating and drinking. However, because of this, he becomes human once more, even a little weaker than average, if he is in a sterile environment that doesn't allow him to get any radiation. Prolonged absence of radiation has the possibility of weakening him to the point where he can't function. Food can give him energy but it is less effective than normal.
• Enhanced Strength: In the presence of radiation, he is able to let loose and strain his muscles so that he may be able to achieve above Olympic strength. This doesn't mean he can just punch someone unconscious just like that, unless it is a well placed strike, but it would at least hurt a lot more.

Techniques:

• Plumber Swing: Using the pipe on hand, he uses all of his enhanced strength to swing it. The resulting force would be enough to knock someone back a few feet.
• Sucker Punch: An underhanded method but not as bad as the original. He only means to attack a blindside when the opportunity presents itself.

Skills:

• Animals seem to like him and he can tame them rather easily. Despite this, he cannot tame an already aggressive animal as easily.
• Despite not having taste buds anymore, he is a really damn fine cook.
• Sign language
• Sculpting

Gear:

• Journal: He seems to keep this in his person at all times. It mostly has pictures of missing people and small self-made maps along with a few scribbles. It all seems for work.
• Voice Recorder: No one knows why he has it. But he does.

Level: One

The Story Behind the Man

Backstory:Jonathan was born before the Week of Hell - way before it. He led quite a happy life. It was a life of normalcy. He and his siblings studied hard and his parents worked even harder. Being the eldest, he took it upon himself to look out for his little sister and little brother in their studies and even doing some cooking every now and then. They were a happy little family whose children dreamed big - bigger than their parents, bigger than themselves, bigger than the world itself to them.

Jonathan wished to become a soldier - brave and strong. He wanted to become the protector of the people. He wanted to help them retain their freedom, blindly following the orders of those above him with the mindset that he is always helping his fellow citizens. He wanted his family to live in a peaceful world where they wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. He passed. He succeeded. He was in the army. He found a girlfriend who became his wife as he became twenty three - a memorable year indeed.

James, the little brother, wished to become a scientist - smart and creative. He wanted to make the world easier for his family by creating machines to do work for them. He wanted to become the reason for his parents to be able to live an easy life - one without worries. He wanted his family to live like they were kings, a house filled with servants to their bidding. He passed. He succeeded. He created robots for his family - Roberto was the first.

Jamie, the little sister, wished to become a doctor - caring and kind. She wanted to always look after her family. From diseases to just degenerating health, she wanted to know all about them. She wanted to always be there for her family and always know what to do if something goes wrong. She wanted for them to live easily while she prepared precautions for their family so no one would perish before they were due. She passed. She succeeded. She became one of the leading doctors in the country.

Their life was immediately ruined as the Week of Hell began - the day of his twenty-fifth birthday. James and Jamie both worked for the government at that time, resulting in their immediate death - one by robotic arms and the other by zombie bites. Jonathan, however, survived. He went looking for his parents, and found that they had died peacefully in their sleep with a letter at a stand. It stated that they left something with Roberto for him to see for his birthday. Driven by the will to see what his family, the family he held so dear, had for him - he set off to find their old robot butler. He knew it would not be easy, not when the revolution started. With robots and zombies popping out left and right attacking him, it was certainly a challenge. But he persevered, going forth to find any sign of Roberto.

Jonathan's travels were all done with his wife, until five years after the initial outbreak. As they were travelling, they were taken by a band of bandits. As they left Jonathan to rot in a highly radiated place, they took his wife and did unspeakable things - ending with her death. Jonathan succumbed to the radiation and expected to die soon, to be with his family once more. However, he opened his eyes the next day, feeling a lot different. He managed to escape, though injured, he healed and left - leaving the bandits in shreds. With his newfound mutation, he continued on with only the promise of memories of his family to keep him going.

Ten years have passed since the last clue emerged and he couldn't find anything. He would often go around helping people which earned him his legend - his title. He settled in Pallet Town for a short while. He has been to this place numerous times and always only gave the bare minimum. He wasn't planning on staying for a long time after all. When he heard the radio talking about "The End", a mysterious city that has rumors surrounding it; he decided that it was high time he visited. It was better to have a destination than just lazing around correct? Even if it turned out to be fake, the life of luxury wasn't something he was looking for.

Ambitions/Goals: He wants to find his old robot butler, scrapped or alive. Roberto had a memoir of his family - something that was placed there as a surprise for him. Unfortunately, the Week of Hell began before he could retrieve it and Roberto got away. He made it his life's mission to find him. Unfortunately, Roberto's trail went cold around ten years ago so he's having little bit more trouble. "The End" sounds like a place where he can find some clues.

Along the way, he just helps other people.

Addiction/Mental Health: He doesn't seem to have anything in this section. Perhaps him signing to himself frequently can be counted as an extreme form of loneliness or insanity.

[Soph123]

@Leaves I will try to create one now, but if I don't have time I'll just do it once it goes up to casual

[Carlyle]

Still need to write out the appearance, hobbies, weapons, techniques, and skills sections. Plus I'm still trying to think up one more strength and weakness, but I'm almost done.