[OOC] Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

[Sven the Silent]

@ViolentViolet I can't see any Zombie interest checks to be honest, hence I made my own roleplay. I'll check out your interest check.

Edit: That band thing isn't reall my style either, sorry.

[ViolentViolet]

@Sven the Silent
There's a bunch in the general section I think. Unless they all went bye lol

Oh and I wasn't talking about that one. That's there because I just kind of felt like playing that one :p If I get like two people I'll do it but if not I'll have move it to my 1x1 thread :p

I was actually talking about this here. It got all the way to an actual thread before the people who showed interest never made an appearance and we didn't get the characters we needed to play :/ This one is the not so hero super people, post apocalypse kind of thing that needs help.

[Sven the Silent]

@ViolentViolet I think people prefer a more worked out OOC like what i've got going on, lots of information and you can see i've put effort into it. But i'm sorry things didn't work out for you.

You can focus on this now though! Hurray. :)

[ViolentViolet]

@Sven the Silent
Yeah I get that. But if the basic idea doesn't catch anyone's attention then there isn't much of a point in fleshing it out and getting nothing :/

But yeah. I have the time to devote to my current role plays and maybe find some new ones.

[Sven the Silent]

Wish there was some way to advertise this.

[ViolentViolet]

SO how's it going?

[Sven the Silent]

@ViolentViolet We can talk in private messaging if you like, but spamming the thread seems a bit overkill. :P But i'm doing well. You?

[ViolentViolet]

We seriously need members who will actually post characters and will play with us :/ *goes to send a PM*

[Larfleeze]

Finally finished my CS.
I am now going to bed.

[ViolentViolet]

Appearance: Joseph Thawne is a middle-aged male with dark brown skin, and soft grey eyes. Due to lack of shaving supplies he has grown a somewhat short salt-and-pepper beard, and his hair - which he used to shave bald - has now become a short black and grey buzzcut.

Size: 6'1, 152lbs

Physical Shape: Joseph is an African-American male of about medium height (6') for a man his age. He is not overweight, though nor is he underweight, being only average in the weight department, although he used to be heavier before the outbreak. His body is not really fit apart from the occasional necessary exercise - such as running and climbing away from infected or more hostile survivors. He is not some musclebound he-man, yet he is not all skin and bones either. He eats when he can, and all of the running has given him some stamina.

Name: Joseph Thawne

Age: 38

Personality: Joseph is usually a compassionate and kind-hearted man, but due to the terrifying events of the past couple of months, is capable of detachment and distrust towards strangers whom he believes to be a threat to himself and others close to him. Though he is able to keep calm and collected in the face of latent panic, when the situation becomes frighteningly disastrous, Joseph might take the back seat when in a group environment as his state of mind is often seen to devolve into panic and will defer the decision-making to a more confident person. He can generally handle fear or danger with a sense of duty and motivation rather than freezing up.

Despite it being an apocalypse and everyone seems to be out for themselves, he finds that helping others is the only way to fight against it. However, if someone is out of line or is doing something that he views as unjust, he will speak out against it.

Occupation: Surgeon

Equipment: Joseph usually wears a loose-fitting, pale grey hooded jacket, over a cream t-shirt, both of which have been rendered darker due to dirt and the occasional dried bloodstain. The jacket itself is lined with a multitude of pouches and pockets on the front which has often came in handy with containing smaller items such as food and ammunition. Currently he has the pencil, the pen and the journal stuff in a pocket each. Joseph also wears dark brown trousers which has been rendered a dark olive-grey colour due to weeks of wading through mud and dirt. Additionally Joseph wears light brown hiking boots as well as black woolen fingerless gloves.

Inventory: The backpack he wears contains one large bottles of water, two cans of tomato soup, one can of sweetcorn, a can opener, half empty bottle of toothpaste, toothbrush, one sketching pencil, one black pen, a single quarter-filled journal in which he writes about the virus and the infected (symptoms, behavior, sketches, etc.), two medical textbooks, two scalpels, one unopened empty syringe, an extra pair of underwear and a t-shirt.

Weapons:

• Hatchet
  
  
  
  • Joseph's primary weapon is a small metallic Carpenter's hatchet with a rubber grip. The hatchet is especially effective as it is easy to pull out after sinking into craniums, preventing it from getting stuck.
• Claw Hammer
  
  
  
  • Joseph also carries a regular claw hammer with a steel head and a wooden grip. Joseph only uses this as a backup as it is not as successful as destroying the brain as the hatchet, often requiring several blows before penetrating the skull.

Background: Before the beginning of the crisis, life was going relatively well for one Joseph Thawne. He was an experienced and skilled surgeon, in the city of Arkansas, working with his beautiful wife, and with an intelligent son. Long before this, Joseph grew up as a middle-classed child back in the suburbs of New Orleans, raised by a hardworking house mother, and a construction worker of a father. Growing up, he was expected to take after his parents; be hard-working, and grow up to be an honest, legitimate man. He was always an intelligent young boy, garnering above-average grades in each of his classes, with a specifically perfect GPA in his mathematics and sciences. He was in track back in high-school, although his career in the sport didn't go anywhere, and he ended up dropping it once he graduated as a senior. He moved into college at the age of nineteen, having spent a few of his free months helping out at home.

His father had hurt his spine at his construction job, being in his early fifties, and the housework and funds needed more attention than before. To help with this, Joseph took his college work seriously, dreaming to be an accomplished doctor or surgeon to bring in the funds necessary to support his family. During his years in college, he achieved the Dean's list numerous times, and went through the classic breakups and dates that most young men went through. On his last year there, before he went into his official medical training to become a professional surgeon, Joseph met a beautiful woman; Diane Simmons. Diane was the one, he knew this when they went on their first date, after meeting in Advanced Chemistry that one faithful afternoon.

True enough, they stayed connected, even after Joseph moved out of New Orleans, and to Arkansas, to further his career as a surgeon, staying connected through emails and letters. Joseph finally achieved his official, professional license at the age of 31, which, at that time, Diane had moved to Arkansas with him, and they were happily dating. In that same summer, they became married, and were expecting their first child, one James Thawne. Months passed, and little James was finally birthed. The pregnancy went as smoothly as could be, and it seemed as if the happy little family would continue to be just that...a happy little family. James went to school, they had a wonderful home in the nicer parts of Arkansas, and his mother and father were put into the best senior homes Joseph could afford.

Years passed, with Joseph developing in his chosen career, James growing honestly, and Diane staying as faithful as ever. That's when the Outbreak began. At first, they were cautious, but continued on with their lives. Nine year old James joked often about how nothing was wrong, and Joseph and Diane was liable to believe the naive thoughts. And then the virus began spreading, and the riots began. The first of his loss happened on the twenty second day of the Crisis. James perished. Diane and Joseph had been calmly walking home that evening, when the smell and sight of smoke spurred them on. They had only been at the park, which was a few blocks away. What could have happened in that time? They had kept James with a highly trusted family friend, and babysitter. Did a fire happen at a neighbor's home? Joseph would never get to know.

Even the memory still hurts his heart to this day. Every home on their block was on fire. They rushed through the smoke and police tape, just in time to see a small child's body being carried away from their burned, destroyed home. People were restless; screaming echoing down the block, and chaos quickly developing. Joseph rushed forward, pushing everyone out of the way. He pulled away the sheets, ignoring the medics' yells of outrage.

He promptly broke down right there.

Days, weeks, then eventually, months passed. Groups rose and fell, different military safe camps being erected and destroyed. Eventually, Diane fell to infection, and then, for the second time, to his hatchet. It was a tragic, heart-wrenching moment, but he had to continue, if only for what was left in the memories of his fallen family.

@Larfleeze

Awe he's got such a sad story. I feel for him, really.

[Sven the Silent]

@Larfleeze You are accepted, feel free to post him in the character tab as soon as you can.

[Inertia]

I have rustled a rather shitty cs, but a cs NONETHELESS

getting it reviewed by @Rae Zer

[Sven the Silent]

@Inertia Feel free to post it here whenever, you can always edit it along the way. :)

[Inertia]

Excuse my relatively bad cs :L

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Benjamin Young

Appearance:

Young

Size:
5'8 154 lbs

Physical Shape:
His body is relatively fit, due to him going for frequent jogging and training. He eats well and so his body has built up to be lean and a tad muscular, he works as Police Detective's assistant, so he usually prefers to stay at his peak form. The few times Young gets called to the field has affected his Physique, somewhat.

Age:
22

Personality:
Benjamin is as you find any newbie Detective assistant, brash, young and headstrong. He rushes headlong to help anyone who needs it, even during the apocalypse. He is relatively sociable and can get a conversation going if need-be. He has a harsh attitude towards people he deems are 'assholes', and is even harsher towards criminals who have commited murder, but can get along well with most people. In his free time away from the force, he bodes his time with his closest friends or just propping down a book or two to read, many of his friends tease him do to this peculiarity, particularly due to his age.

Occupation:
Police Detective's Assistant.

Equipment: He wears normal light blue jeans that give him the freedom to sprint when he deems neccesarry, he usually sports a beanie and a dark colored hoodie with a light colored shirt for 'contrast'. He always wears 'unfashionable' running footwear as he finds it more comfortable than the typical sneakers that somewhat hinder movements.

He carries around a lightweight rucksack that is lightblue in color, the contents of which are basic neccessities like water, food and an emergency medical kit. His other needed items are there like perfume, toothbrush and the like.

He still carries around 'his' police badge, in memory of Josh.

Weapons:

Walter P99

This weapon was provided by the force for use during emergency situations. The gun has a few rounds in it as Benjamin never really has found a use for it, and can be used to intimidate other humans.

Steel Bat
He grabbed this on his way home, relatively sturdy and still usable. Doesn't weigh him down and rests in his rucksack when it's not needed.

Background:
Beginning his life as an orphan, he never really knew the warmth of parental love, he didn't really know them nor how they passed away, they died just like that, in a zoom and in a flash it all ended. His memory from that time was really hazy. All he could remember was that in an impulse his parents pushed them in their hidden room in their foyer, and next thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital to his uncle's downcast face.

In a stuttering and dejected voice, through tearful eyes he mentioned how his parents were gunned down and the culprits were never found. Only two dead and ravaged bodies were found lying in a pool of blood, eyes filled with terror. Shedding tears with his Uncle, he cried the night away. Walking up the next day, with his Uncle sleeping by his side, all the resounded on Benjamin's ears were the sounds of screams from his parents.

Filling with new brimming drive, his goal would be to find his parent's murderers, his Uncle, Thomas Young, didn't want him to pursue the path of revenge as nothing great would come of it but Benjamin would not be stopped, and his Uncle, understanding his burning anger let him pursue the path of a being a detective. In highschool, he was relatively unsociable, being silent and brooding most people avoided him, but he did managed to make a friend, well a friend who approached him first. Victoria 'Tori' Pesa. She had somewhat brightened up his dark and gloomy self and after years had pulled him out of his depression and made him sociable. Benjamin after these events had become somewhat protective of her, but entirely platonic.

It was only after the 'incident' where it took the life of almost all of her relatives, Benjamin didn't know what to do, but he had always been there for his friend. Her father didn't really help by straining their relationship.

In college Benjamin had taken Criminology as his major, still having the perpetually burning drive to find his parents killer. He, for some reason, naturally excelled at the subject, perhaps it was drive or perhaps it was talent, either way Benjamin didn't care. After a while he had managed to land a job at the local Police Force and became a Detective assistant. His career in this was short lived as the apocalypse came quickly soon as he got his job.

Walking in the office at the dead of night Benjamin had forgotten his rucksack at a desk. The smell of metal permeated the air, though Benjamin didn't take heed as this was a police building. Entering the building was eerie at night, the stillness and deafening silence perturbed Benjamin as it caused him to quicken his pace. Finally arriving at the desk, he sees one of his colleagues near it, just standing there. Feeling a sense of foreboding, he grabbed his gun that was safely tucked behind his back. "Josh, you alright man?" he utters out loud, with 'Josh' turning around with a mouthful of blood and the most grotesque features. Half his face was practically eaten off and he was missing one ear. The thing that was once Josh begn to sprint at him, all Benjamin could do was stifle a cry and pull the trigger, a loud gunshot rang through the empty police building.

Quivering and placing his hand on his mouth I- I just killed a man. I go- gotta call Victoria quickly dialing her, he explained that the rumors and jokes about the zombies were real and told her to pack up. At first she wasn't convinced but soon believed so, as Benjamin never took a joke this far. With his friend's blood still on his hands, he trembled as he willed his legs to cautiously trudge the long journey to his house and looked for his uncle, only to find it empty. Ben was extremely worried but he had no time. He grabbed his necessities and dumped them into his bag. He picked up a steel bat that he treasured deeply. A memento of his uncle. With a warm smile, he piled it in with the rest. You better be okay, damn uncle.

Soon they were both off in the car, with blaring broadcasts about the walking dead and how the light was 'dying'. They were headed off to a safe spot, but Benjamin still couldn't believe this whole ordeal and wore a face of disbelief the whole trip. Victoria's face was about the same, only hoping for the best as they grew close to the safe haven.

[Inertia]

Ehm still kinda editing it so...

[Sven the Silent]

@Inertia Feel free to post it in the character tab already whilst you edit it. So far it looks good and i'm sure it will look better once you've finished polishing it.

Also, ''Light was dying.'' Really? :P Reminds me of movies that include the title of the movie in some point during the movie.

[Inertia]

@Inertia Feel free to post it in the character tab already whilst you edit it. So far it looks good and i'm sure it will look better once you've finished polishing it.

Also, ''Light was dying.'' Really? :P Reminds me of movies that include the title of the movie in some point during the movie.

@Sven the Silent

I gave in to the temptation, sorry!

No mention at flash reference?

[Sven the Silent]

@Inertia You win some you lose some.

Nobody mentioned my Portal reference in the timeline either.

[Inertia]

@Inertia You win some you lose some.

Nobody mentioned my Portal reference in the timeline either.

@Sven the Silent

Its in COLORS
Too subtle, didn't notice.

How much players before we start?

[Sven the Silent]

@Inertia I noticed it was in colours, I was just a little confused as to why it was in colours. Not a big superhero fan so the Flash did not come to mind instantly.

It is subtle, i've hidden a few references and will continue to do so in my posts. Can you catch them all?

I was aiming at 8 to 10 players to start with. Once Larfleeze has posted his character in the character tab we have 7, including me. We can start then. Maybe we'll catch some more participants along the way.