[OOC] Dehumanized

[Cosmos]

MADISON "MADDIE" PARKER

Name:

Madison Louise Parker.

Age:

Twenty-two.

Gender:

Female.

Appearance:

Madison stands at a tall height of five foot nine inches, weighing at around one hundred and thirty nine pounds, having quite an athletic build. Her brown hair reaches mid-way down her back but is normally braided to one side or thrown up into a messy ponytail. With her pale skin, her stormy blue eyes are very noticeable. Normally wearing black jodhpurs, small black ankle boots, a white polo shit with an old camo jacket she used to adore.

Brief Personality:

Forceful, original, and sensitive. Tends to stick to things until they are done. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. She has well-developed powers of concentration. Very individualistic, rather than leading or following. She is a high risk-taker, living for the moment. Uncomplicated in her desires. Shown to be loyal to anyone who deserved it but has extreme trust issues and is hard to crack into. Being by herself most of the time, Madison has learned to not trust anyone and keep herself to herself. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems. Maddie tends to be through everything she has been through very cold hearted. Grown to be very devious too.

Background:

Being two at the time of the bombs fell Madison was moved around a lot with her parents. They did everything they could to keep their little girl safe, going to drastic measures and taking risks just for her. But Maddie only remembers them in sketchy details due to the fact that when she was around five they abandoned her in their first settlement. They left as the settlement began to fall apart, going against the good morals they were supposed to follow by and have. People killed people for reasons that weren't good enough and stole from good people. Madison's parents decided to leave as soon as they felt everything go down hill but they left Madison to try and fend for herself. Being delirious, she gathered up some supplies and left to find her parents but without finding them, ended up alone.

Being as young as she was wondering the wilderness, as expected the next settlement which she passed by took her in. They made sure she was well looked after and the good people who did take her in began to teach her the ways to survive. Knowing she couldn't stay in their settlement they wanted her to at least be capable of surviving out on her own. She stayed with these people for as long as she could so she wasn't alone and would learn as much as she could. Madison saw a lot of the world when they were moving, things someone of her age should never have seen before but in the world that they lived in, that was seen to be normal. When she reached the age of around seventeen, they dumped her leaving her for dead and showing how little they grew to care about her. Again, she was alone.

Madison carried on moving, sometimes she got accepted into settlements but she swore to herself that she could never stay. She never opened herself up to anyone else and she never again trusted anyone. There was no one who kept together, they got bored of people and dumped them out onto the streets. Maddie knew that you could never trust any of the people who walked the Earth today because she grew to work out that they worked in the same way. They best way she thought was to keep to herself, stay away from anyone or anything that could be bad news and not to get too attached to anywhere. Nowhere was home.

Nomadic or Sedentary:

Nomadic.

Alone or With Someone:

Alone.

Any Unusual traits? Does it show physically?:

Long, tough, razor sharp nails showing physically, heightened senses. Stronger than average.

Weapons:

Two hidden combat knives and compound crossbow with a quiver backpack of bolts.

Skills:

Main outdoor survival skills, knowing and understanding the uses of all the elements of survival. Shelter, fire, cooking, drinking water, food and a natural hunter. Extremely good at stealth. Very agile. She is an amazing climber and can often use the use her nails to climb trees, finding cover but can find other ways to climb buildings etc. Having a good eye for aim with a crossbow but can resort to close combat if needed. Preferred and better off with the crossbow.

Other:

In her quiver backpack she carries her essential supply she needs.

[Penguin]

All accepted! Great characters! I'm so excited!!

[TheRealCrow]

Name: Rich Damsey

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: M4 carbine with 6 bullets (mostly just holds it for intimidation purposes), sidearm with 3 clips, combat knife

Skills: Disciplined, a good leader, has an air of authority around him

Unusual traits: A mutation gives him enhanced senses, in the heat of the moment time slows down for him

Appearance:



Brief Personality: Serious, no nonsense, old guy who craves order and discipline. "Old fashioned" in a lot of ways

Background:
Rich remembers what it was like. He remembers coming home to his parents, eating a warm meal, and most of all, he remembers civilization. He misses the people, the nightly news, hell sometimes he even misses advertisements. He was a young man by the time things went to shit, and he thought for sure that the news about escalating tensions was just another media frenzy over nothing. He was too busy going to school for political science to worry about the world ending.

From day one, he sought out other people. It could never be the same, but Rich was determined. Rich drifted around, looking for community, or just something that resembled civilization. He realized that bandits were better at organizing than actual upstanding people, so he started his own band of do-gooders, promising shelter and community to all who came in peace. For three years they slowly built something like a home, numbering in the dozens and even getting some crops growing. The word got out about the safe haven by the East Coast of the United States. Of course, with benevolent friends looking for refuge came trouble also, from marauders who saw something to destroy.

Rich is haunted by the fact that he failed to go down with his ship, but there was nothing left for him to do. The survivors scattered from his little community, and all in different directions. He didn't want to travel anymore but the decimation of his home left little choice. He would have to start over somewhere else, try again, be more strict this time about who can come in. He decided to head toward the ruined city of New York, hoping to find others who wanted stability and order instead of lawlessness and anarchy.

Alone or with someone: Alone

Other: Wants to establish a new government and rebuild more than anything. His older age and lack of medicine means that he's lost a step, but his mutation allows him to hold his own in a fight. He doesn't care much for his own life, just establishing a legacy and some kind of hope for future generations.

[Stormlight3]

Name: Zin Jakur

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary Nomad. Moves when necessary.

Weapons (Don't go crazy): M24 Sniper Rifle, Two razor-sharp daggers with black leather grips and black blades.

Skills: Having been using them for some time, Zin is very proficient with his weapons. In addition, he can move with a high degree of stealth. When he chooses, his footfalls are silent and his motions difficult to notice. His fingers are deft from a lifetime of thieving and he's an expert pickpocket. He can pick most locks with a bobby pin and a needle.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Zin can blend in with his surroundings when moving under the cover of shadow. Even if one were to look directly at him they wouldn't notice unless they shined a light directly onto him.

Appearance:

Brief Personality: Quick-witted and brash, Zin has a sharp retort for just about everything. He's prone to sneaking up on people but hates it when people sneak up on him. He's rather jumpy and nervous, from a lifetime of never being safe from more than a night. He's mistrustful of everyone, and never seems to be able to put down his guard.

Background: Currently in the ruins of New York City.

Zin's parents died from the missiles. His older brother took care of him and they joined up with a thieving gang who made use of his older brother's sneaking skills. When a mission went wrong, Zin's brother used to take his anger out on him. Zin got used to being beat as a child. In fact, many members of the crew started taking their anger out on Zin. Even the ones he liked, that he thought he could trust, betrayed him by beating him. He suffered through it all, telling himself that with every hit he would only grow stronger.

Eventually, a job went wrong and Zin's brother died in it. That night, Zin got the worst beating of his life from the crewleader. The next morning, Zin ran away. He ran for what felt like forever before he stumbled upon an elderly couple. They fed him, clothed him and then used him to break into a food supply. They promised him 1/3 of the food, but then ran away with all of it. They too betrayed him. He vowed to never trust anyone again.

Zin lived on the streets by himself for the next several years. He stole clothes, food, water, weapons, pretty much everything he could to keep himself alive. His only goal was survival and his only skills were stealing. Eventually, Zin ran into another thieving crew. It had been so long since he was betrayed by the elderly couple, he decided to trust someone again. The new crew used him, betrayed him, and left him alone again.

For the last two years, Zin has been traveling alone. Resolved to never trust anyone. He acquired his weapons by scavenging and stealing.

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other:

[SepticGentleman]

I think I'm gonna enjoy playing as the one non-mutant here.

[Drake Baku]

Finished my CS's

for easy access:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/82024-dehumanized/ooc#post-2738842

I hope they are all fine?

[Xilaw]

LOKKI

Name: Lokki (he dubbed himself), Loco (what people actually call him); real name undisclosed
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons (Don't go crazy): Gerber Mark II combat knife, Ruger Blackhawk .41 Magnum, shoulder-held rocket launcher with no ammunition
Skills: Can pick locks, recognizes worth of various items, basic survivalist skills like setting up a fire, finding shelter and taking care of minor injuries. Has decent knowledge in setting up various traps.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None
Appearance: Wears an Adidas track suit, coat made of fur, rubber boots, deep rubber gloves, jester hat and goggles. Slim, not particularly muscular or strong. Stands at 5'10 (175cm) and actually wishes he was shorter so he could be more agile.
Brief Personality: Very intelligent and humorous. Due to long time spent in solitude he went slightly insane which, along with his positive appearance and attitude, makes him charismatic. Nevertheless, he is sly and is ready to back-stab anyone for his personal gain.
Background(Please reveal your current location):

Lengthy Background

Lokki was brought up in a wealthy family of three, him included, and lived in a large mansion in Los Angeles through most of his childhood. From early age he showed great potential and signs of extraordinary intelligence. At a very early age he would play with puzzles, chess and various memory games instead of classic toys most kids his age were into back then. His father, a successful doctor, had little time to spend with his son due to work but held great expectations for the young boy often referring to him as his protégé and future doctor. He was never interested in such things, however. Instead, he would see himself enjoying life to its fullest. Worry-free, laid back and peaceful life is all the boy wished for.
When Lokki was 6 he started Elementary school and very quickly adapted, rising to the top of the class and making friends thanks to his wit. He didn’t spend a lot of time studying as he did learning on his own things he was interested in like philosophy, psychology, history and geography, to name a few, but he was always among the best in his classes simply from closely paying attention in class. Although many would see him as a nerd due to his successes at education he was never picked on. He wasn’t popular but many people knew him. He was social, interesting to talk to and funny to his peers, but in sort of a mature way for his age rather than being a class clown. No one actually minded his company. He was also very clever and he had a natural gift of tricking people into succumbing to his wishes which would often make him doubt his own goodness. This sort of thinking made him read psychology and ethics. Although it initially intrigued him as a philosophical question of right and wrong he would soon plunge deeper into the study of the mind making him even more convincing in his newly found art.
He was paying close attention to the politics at age of 10 when things were rapidly becoming more and more chaotic and the world was falling into a global crisis. Only two years later, shortly after his 12th birthday, first bombs would start flooding the skies and raining upon his country over the unsuspecting citizens of west coast USA. Most people were at work when all hell broke loose. Luckily, Lokki found himself in his home at the time when the nuclear alert went off across the city. He had no other choice but to hide in the basement his father showed him a few months back in case of emergency. It was an old, dusty and damp place build during the 1950s by previous owners of the house during the Cold War. Who knew such a place would come in handy one day for the new settlers.

He grabbed all the food he could carry from the fridge, blankets, clothes and any source of entertainment he could find with him and sealed the entrance behind him. He knew nothing of his parents, their whereabouts or their fate, but knew he had no other choice but remembering his father’s instructions and bolting himself shut in the shelter under their home. Lokki would from then on be alone with his thoughts, locked in a prison that ironically keeps him safe from harm. He spent his days in the shelter day dreaming about what may have happened to his parents, his friends, his city. Days flew by, and he would at times be optimistic and at other times he would be full of anger, bitterness was eating him alive from the inside and he had nothing else to do but watch his own mind betray him and fall into chaos, collapsing under its own weight of sorrow and resentment. The safe haven was turning into an asylum.
Just when the boy was on the edge, doing his daily routine of being tantric and bashing things as a way to cope with his feelings, he discovered an old dusty magazine under one of the cabinets that were in the room. He brushed off the soot only to read the title of this strange paper – “Journey into Mystery”. It was an old comic book from 1962 that the boy would read through every night before sleep, cover to cover. That one lonely number of the magazine gave him a shred of hope and his imagination that he had felt as a child resurfaced again. He would eventually forget all about his parents and rather start fantasizing about the good life as he always used to before the catastrophe. Reading his favorite comic book the boy grew fond of a character in it. Oddly enough it was not the hero of the series but rather the villain. The story of Lokki, the trickster god, trapped in a tree coping with his feelings captured the boy’s attention as he noticed the striking similarity between the two. From then on he would take up the character’s name and call himself by it, forgetting his old life. He was ready to leave his shell and enter the new world as a new person.

He grabbed a backpack with some food, water and the comic book that turned his life around, put on a gas mask he had found in one of the cabinets and set off into the unknown. Once the boy got out, he found that the city he once knew was now ruble and the once beautiful sunny Californian sky turned into a hellish red nightmare that sent chills down his spine. He did not flinch to the horrifying scene and set out on his merry way. He had no particular goal other than finding other people. For days he would walk with his little backpack on his tiny shoulders, horrified of the eerie landscape that surrounded him for miles. No sun light protruding through the thick clouds, no cool breeze on a hot summer day, just death and destruction all around.
After nearly a week of searching he found himself in a small town in east California and there he encountered first people. It was three men and a woman, all four wearing gas masks and armed with heavy backpacks on their backs. He was frightened at first by their appearance but later on it turned out they were scavenging the surrounding. They took Lokki with them to their shelter, a large underground compound built by the government where many people took refuge during the bombings. There was close to 50 people hiding in that network of rooms and long corridors and they seemed to have found some sort of equilibrium living under those harsh conditions. Lokki was “adopted” by this society and he soon learned the word responsibility. Due to the rough life that was the consequence of the war people had strict rules and chores. It was necessary to obey them if the society was to survive. In the early months Lokki had troubles adjusting as he never truly did anything. He was his own authority for the past two years only to become a follower of a foreigner’s rules. His inner trickster would soon resurface as he became agitated by their system of doing things. He would lie, cheat, steal and bribe to get his way around. He managed to live like this for a year before the elders found out what he has been doing, avoiding his chores and threatening the stability of their little community. He was punished with increased labor as a disciplinary action.
It worked for a while, however, the old habits die hard. He would resume his mind games with the society causing disruption of their common way of life. No one actually knew what was going on and for the next two years he was the grand puppeteer in his little playground. People started working for him without even realizing it, he would steal food then re-sell it to the person he stole it from for a greater price. He wreaked havoc all around especially against people that irritated him. The interesting part of his persona was the fact that he hid his true motives and thoughts to himself and hid them skillfully behind a facade of happiness and humor. He would occasionally appear nutty which was partly due to his past experience living alone for two years and partly act, over-emphasizing his handicap to his gain. By the time he was 18 he had managed to devise a network behind everything that went on in the society and he was the man from the shadows that no one even suspected. Unfortunately such games have expiration date as he soon found out. His scheming was uncovered and fearing for his life he stole as much as he could and ran away before they could catch him.

For the next 15 years he would travel the country with a goal of reaching the East Coast, often going off route for various troubles he came across. In his travels he learned new survival tricks, lived off of mugging and tricking people into gaining things and one of the most important things he came to realize was that information was the most luxurious thing in the world. From then on he would pay close attention to any conversation, detail et cetera that he could find useful in the future. Travelling the country far and wide gave him a good insight on the state of things. He met quite a number of people during his 15 years of travel and fooled most of them for whatever caught his attention. He would be rich for a few days then left barefoot the next as if karma was following him around. At some point he was even chased by marauders on vehicles and just when he thought he was done for an unusual luck struck him. He found a shoulder rocket launcher in a middle of nowhere in the mid west US. Scratching his head wondering what it’s doing there, he did not wish to question it, picked it up and shot off a single rocket into a pack of oncoming vehicles. From then on he’s been carrying the damn thing with him calling it his lucky charm, no matter its size. He had run into trouble more times than he can count, mostly as a consequence to his way of conduct rather than running into bad people. In his travels the people would call him Loco, either out of ignorance and mishearing him or because they think it's funny because to them he simply comes off as crazy. Currently he is close to New York City, driving a tricycle with a large basket full of goodies he is interested in trading. Among these things he is carrying a military knife he found in what was once a military base in Texas and a hand gun he cheated off from some guy in a bar in Kentucky in a game of poker.

Alone or with someone?: Alone
Other: He has no particular goal in life other than live it for as long as he can and to best of his possibilities. To him, information is the most valued possession.

[Penguin]

^^ All those accepted :)

[Komo]

@Penguin

Alot more characters today, interesting! :)

[Drake Baku]

Notice
patrick may start either alone ot with someone
if anyone wants to join him please day so ^^

[Serum]

James Cooper

Name: James Cooper

Age: 18, almost 19

Gender: Male

Nomadic or Sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A sledgehammer and a machete

Skills: Virtually none. James has never handled a firearm and has no skill in using melee weapons. He can't even build a shelter. He's pretty good at scavenging, but other than that he has survived solely on luck, which he seems to have in bounds.

Unusual Traits: None, unless superhuman luck counts. That's not a mutation though, just an innate boon. It's almost as though the universe is actively trying to keep him alive.

Personality: James is a nice man, probably one of very few left. He'd still open his door to anyone and share what little he has. Except, well, he hasn't seen anyone but his parents since he was born. Fortunately, books are almost as good as people, and he regularly scavenges those from people's houses or the library. This has left him with a high level of literacy and knowledge of many things from fantasy to science fiction. Even encyclopedias and almanacs are interesting reads when they describe a world you know nothing about.
As one might expect, James is gullible and naïve. Despite his intelligence, he is an undying optimist. His limited world and continued successes in most things he tries only add to this. The world is great because that's all he's ever known it to be. Maybe a little lonely, sure, but there are books for that.

Appearance: Almost 6 feet tall and fairly gangly. Most of his clothing is well-worn but not particularly ragged. The world is his closet, but he'd still prefer to wear the same sweatshirt every day. It's comfortable and familiar, what more could you want?
Has a shock of wavy brown hair that curls erratically at the ends. He has tried desperately to tame it, and, despite the uneven cut in the back, it still has noticeable form to it. There is just enough to cover his ears, and a cluster of curls hangs above his right eye.
His face is mostly clean and gives the appearance of a fool. His ready grin and large, soulful brown eyes lend an air of easiness, relaxation, and naïveté. Still, his eyes hold a spark of vitality that so many others have lost.
Finally, his build is exceptionally thin, though not for lack of food. He may not be getting the three square meals recommended from a time before the bombs fell, but his scavenging has made sure that he rarely has to go hungry. New York City is a big place, after all.

Background: James's mother was pregnant when the bombs hit, but was safely protected in an underground bunker. The first thing James can remember, though, is the New York City apartment where he has lived his whole life. The rest of the building, like everywhere else is empty, abandoned. Many still had some sparse resources, but those were all depleted long ago in scavenging runs.
James's parents brought him up almost exactly as they would have if the apocalypse hadn't happened. They taught him morals, how to read, how to write, etiquette, housekeeping, and his most useful skill: scavenging. His father, once a smoker, died when James was 14, of lung cancer. His mother wasted away in the following years, perhaps of some unidentifiable disease or perhaps simply of the mingling of loss of hope and a broken heart. Whatever the case, James has been on his own since he was about 16, never having seen anyone but them his whole life.
He keeps his apartment just as it always was: nicely decorated and clean. He dusts semi-regularly, washes his sheets when he can, and sweeps the floor whenever he thinks it necessary. It still becomes somewhat grungy, but it's probably the best-kept apartment in all of New York City. Additionally, he has a tomato plant which he keeps for food and a very general calendar. He remembers his birthday being about at the same time the tomatoes become ripe.
A few piles of books litter his floor and there is no electricity so it is lit by a combination of candles and ambient light. All doors and windows are closed and locked at night, with the blinds shut. James can't quite remember why he does this, but his parents made sure to do it every night, so it must be important.
His pantries are always stocked with a few boxes of cereal and some canned food, found while scavenging. They aren't much, and he makes sure they last, but it's better than most. Unfortunately, he is having to go further and further to find anything while scavenging.

Alone or Accompanied: Alone

Other: The two weapons he has are used for breaking into apartments which may be locked or otherwise inaccessible. He has no idea how to use them in combat.

[SepticGentleman]

So, uh... ET on when we can start rolling the ball? I'd consider this a sufficient number of characters to start.

[Penguin]

@Serum you're good!

@SepticGentleman Probably tonight.

[Drake Baku]

so... anyone that is not a alone at start type want to pair a char to Patrick?

[SepticGentleman]

so... anyone that is not a alone at start type want to pair a char to Patrick?

@Drake Baku

Why would Patrick need to tag along with anyone? He's a big boy now, with his superhuman body and senses, and his melding his brain with the computahs.

He can handle it.

[Xilaw]

Did a 2 hour writing marathon for the Background. I probably over-did it.
Do I copy it to the Characters tab or is it unnecessary?

[Serum]

@Xilaw Can I be you? I assume the writing is actually of good quality, but you never know. All I know is that writing backgrounds gets so boring for me. Personality and appearance I could write for days, but there are so many interesting things you can fit in someone's life, and I never know how to make them sound noteworthy without being over the top.

[Xilaw]

@Xilaw Can I be you? I assume the writing is actually of good quality, but you never know. All I know is that writing backgrounds gets so boring for me. Personality and appearance I could write for days, but there are so many interesting things you can fit in someone's life, and I never know how to make them sound noteworthy without being over the top.

@Serum

Well, I've been pondering what to write since yesterday :D and I'm terrible with describing appearance so I just found a photo instead and gave basic outfit.
To be honest, I'm not a native English speaker but I think I did my job right as far as grammar goes. Now, as far as quality writing, I'll have other people be the judge. I'd actually like to hear some tips in that regard.

By the way, my usual course of action regarding background is that I split it up in several pieces (usually it's different periods of life, e.g childhood, teenager years, adulthood, etc.), then I think of each part separately whenever I feel like during the day. Once I'm done with the basic idea I put it all together adding more things as I go. And voila. I get a life story of a mentally-ill yet brilliant 33 year-old kleptomaniac.

[Penguin]

Did a 2 hour writing marathon for the Background. I probably over-did it.
Do I copy it to the Characters tab or is it unnecessary?

@Xilaw

Haha no! As long as you enjoyed it then it's two hours well spent. May I approve it here first? :)

[Xilaw]

<Snipped quote by Xilaw>

Haha no! As long as you enjoyed it then it's two hours well spent. May I approve it here first? :)

@Penguin

I thought you already have. My Character sheet is few posts up.