[OOC] Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

[Fell]

Fell checking in here, I will get my old originally CS's up at some point today when I get back to a computer

[Sweet Plum]

Are you still accepting people? :) I wouldn't mind submitting two characters myself.

[Fell]

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Name: Connor Finn

Nickname: his sister will occasionally call him Con

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Preferred Weapons: For close an quiet he has a hatchet and a crowbar he picked up from a home improvement store.
He has acquired two small firearms, one silenced by a homemade silencer made out of an old flashlight and one small that he carries hidden, unsilenced for only in emergencies. The silenced handgun is a Glock 26, and the unsilenced handgun which he keeps tucked away in a secret place on him is a Colt Detective Special.
The Glock 26 which he wears on his right hip in a hastily modified holster.
The Colt Detective Special, hidden.

Personal Items: He has a black backpack with a sleep roll buckled underneath that has a couple cans of food, a pen light, a set of lock picks, a change of clothes, a pack of cards, a lighter, a stopped pocket watch, two spare clips for the glock and a few loose bullets for the special, as well as a change of clothes and a multitool in it.

Bio: Connor and Abigail were born fourteen second apart, and as they like to joke abandoned twenty seconds after. Having originally born in London they bounced around from foster house to foster house eventually getting adopted by a Canadian family at the age of twelve. Three years after being adopted the family moved to New York City, their adopted father having gotten work there. Up until that point life had been relatively good for Connor and Abby given their situation, sure they had picked up some bad habits in the foster system, but those days were behind them, that is until a year after moving to New York, when their adopted parents, Phil and Lill Buckwright were killed in a hit and run accident. Loath to return to the foster system, especially in the states, Connor and Abigail ran away and dropping out of school, beginning a life on the streets. The squatted in abandoned apartments and occasionally splurging and renting a motel room so as to not sleep on the streets. For money they begged, hustled, committed petty theft and burgled houses, and even an occasional mugging. They weren't proud of their life, but at least they were living.

Relationship Status: Single

Other: Connor has always been the sharp one of the twins, he is a shrewd thinker and capable of making the hard decisions. Most of the theft burglary and other crimes were his, if only to put food on the table for his sister.

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Name: Abigail Finn

Nickname: Abby

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Preferred Weapons: She has a large kitchen knife, as well as two spray paint cans and a a can of hairspray and a duraflame point and light lighter.

Personal Items: She carries two bags, a small backpack that has a sleeping roll buckled underneath it, with a spare outfit, a change of delicates, a change of socks, and a baseball cap that says punk's not dead it just smells like it, two sketchbooks, a set of colored pencils, two notebooks to write in, a few feminine hygiene products, and some exact-o-knives. Her second bag is a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, in it she has a sewing kit and a pretty well stocked first aide kit. She also carries a violin and bow in a case.

Bio: Connor and Abigail were born fourteen second apart, and as they like to joke abandoned twenty seconds after. Having originally born in London they bounced around from foster house to foster house eventually getting adopted by a Canadian family at the age of twelve. Three years after being adopted the family moved to New York City, their adopted father having gotten work there. Up until that point life had been relatively good for Connor and Abby given their situation, sure they had picked up some bad habits in the foster system, but those days were behind them, that is until a year after moving to New York, when their adopted parents, Phil and Lill Buckwright were killed in a hit and run accident. Loath to return to the foster system, especially in the states, Connor and Abigail ran away and dropping out of school, beginning a life on the streets. The squatted in abandoned apartments and occasionally splurging and renting a motel room so as to not sleep on the streets. For money they begged, hustled, committed petty theft and burgled houses, and even an occasional mugging. They weren't proud of their life, but at least they were living.

Relationship Status: Single

Other: Abby has always been softer and kinder then her brother, as well as more artistic. As a child she loved to paint and doodle, and when she and Connor were adopted the Buckwrights paid for her to take art lessons, as well as teaching her to play the violin an piano. She did most of the begging and hustling using the fact that most people would sympathize with her to get money.

What they were doing up till now: They had been on the streets of New York when the outbreak struck. At first they are unsure of what was going on, but after a stop in at a diner that was playing the news they quickly figured it out. On their way out if the diner a cop and his partner pulled them over and started asking them questions about where they had been. Connor tried to warn the cop to watch out and turn around, but all he said was ‘I’m not going to fall fo-' and then the zombie got him from behind, tearing a chunk out of his throat. By the time the officer’s partner had killed the first one there were three more. Connor grabbed the first cop’s gun and with the help of the partner, an officer by the name of Larry Altwight, Connor and Abby got away.

They traveled with Larry and his family for a while, meeting his wife and son, riding with them in the Altwight family's RV. That is until the Altwight boy, a kid no more then twelve was bitten while he was being stupid. Connor and Larry fought with each other on what to do, right up until David, Larry's son, got up and ate his mom in her sleep, and then delivered the death chomp to his old man. Connor did what he had to do, then he and Abby found another car and headed north, towards the house their adopted family had lived in back when they were still in Toronto.

[Sora1297]

Yeah we're still accepting.

[Fell]

Are my characters still accepted for the RP?

[DarkDissolver]

Cant wait for this to start.

[Fell]

Dark I like your signature, is that soul eater by chance?

[Zaresto]

It is soul eater, you can see by finding image location

[Vantas]

Ayyy, I got accepted, radical yo.
I could start this rp if it's alright with all yall

[Sora1297]

Nah I've got it handled.

[DarkDissolver]

Cool :3

[Vantas]

*Coughs awkwardly*

[Sora1297]

It will be up soon, just have a bit of patience.

[Vantas]

Alright boss, just makin' sure.

[Zaresto]

What DayZ lore will this be going off of? Standalone? Base mod? Epoch?

[Sora1297]

Well I was thinking base mod, but its kind of taking its own view on the lore.

[DarkDissolver]

Cool. :3 Well bumpidy bump bump

[Fell]

Bumpidy bump bump down the trail we go

[Nightwing]

Oh, how I can't wait to bash some zombie brains in. The joy of it all. Well, I don't have a lot of supplies..Yeah that'll have to wait, scrounging for supplies should come first.

Bummer

[Sora1297]

XD yeah it should be good.

And hopefully the IC be up tonight, or tomorrow.