Azseth

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

Name: Terry Kreiger.
Age: 33.
Previous Occupation: Prison Guard in Detroit.
Birth place and area raised: Rochester Hills, Michigan. Raised in south east Michigan.
Currently resides in Ward 2.

Terry

History: Out of high school, at the age of 17, Terry opted out of going to school even though he was offered scholarships for hockey and running cross country. Instead he decided to join the Marine Corps. After just about 3 years and a long deployment, he was honorably discharged but diagnosed medically for PTSD and anxiety.

He spent months both going to therapy and taking the necessary steps to become a Deputy Sheriff. He passed the test and was on the job just under a year before the outbreaks began.

When the outbreaks happened and the area around him went into chaos, it was a week before his 21st birthday.

He held out with a small group at the prison with a group of civilians, former prisoners and other deputies until the area was eventually over ran. Through great peril, he made his way to his home town to find it empty, including the homes of his mother and father, his brother, sister and two of his uncles. After that, he set out with no real place in mind.

Over the following years, he’s both roamed by himself and also banded with others, everything from people trying to rebuild, to bandits. Never fitting in, never really feeling a part of anything, , or always the last survivor, he always left, either of his own accord or the group falling apart.

He has been in Blue Valley for about a year and a half. He works labor assignments for the city and will occasionally go out with the BVM on patrols because of his experience, most of which he storied off as military experience and his time as a sheriff, choosing to ignore the vast experience he acquired while roaming.

He is a very experienced smuggler and often goes outside the walls, illegally, for money, or supplies.

Personality: Terry is quiet and withdrawn. Having been diagnosed with PTSD prior to the outbreak, he suffers from it sporadically and can sometimes get depressed and sullen. Just as sporadically, he is social and talkative, but has certain triggers, especially talk of his past (he has spoke of it occasionally).

Because of the fact that he feels everyone he meets will be lost to him, he keeps everyone distant which is a good part of why he generally doesn’t talk about the past, but focuses instead on the future and surviving. The odd paradox is that he’s extremely loyal, trusting and protective of people he bonds with and that makes losing them harder.

Gear:
9mm Smith and Wesson M&P Compact with 3 magazines (two 15 rounds, one empty).
22. Ruger rifle with homemade silencer and 1 magazine (5 rounds in magazine, 50 rounds in a box).
Taurus Judge revolver (4 rounds chambered, 2 pocket).
M40 gas mask.
Leather riding jacket and pants.
2-3 outfits.
Campers backpack with smaller, detachable “go bag.”
Camelback.
Metal canteen.
KBar knife and sheath.
Army IFAK (first aid kit).
KevMesh forearm bite guards (homemade by James).
Various pills he’s acquired in bottles.

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

OOC is up. Still under construction.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83179-endure-survive-set-in-non-canon-last-of-us-world/ooc

Az

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

The year is 2025, and it is 12 years after the cordyceps virus began ripping its way across the United States and the world. While FEDRA, The Fireflies, militia units, and bandit groups all made moves for control, territory, and supplies, the city of Blue Valley (fictional) remained relatively safe. Because of a quick thinking, fast moving, and arguably paranoid, small government, large walls were built around the city and from that wall, anywhere from a bit less than a mile, to as little as 10 feet, debris was cleared back to allow visibility.

While there is much struggle, sacrifices, and conflict felt by the individuals, the truth is that the city itself has not suffered much. There were some minor attacks, one outbreak that wasn’t massive, and no major riots.

The city always had an open door policy, albeit a strict and heavily regulated one. It allowed people to enter after weeks of isolation, quarantine, and interviews. There were people turned away for instability issues, and some even say that those people were summarily executed as to not allow them to become a threat to the city. This is adamantly denied by city officials however. In the last few years, the stream of people has reduced to a rare occurrence.

The city officials are a People’s Tribunal, Chief of Police, Mayor, and Logistics officer. There are other positions under those, such as inspectors, the Militia, housing, logistics, energy officers, fire fighters, and several others. The Blue Valley Militia is the police and military all in one. They were patches with BVM stitched in, along with a number to show the ward that they are policing.

BVM Patch

The city has power and running water due to two small solar and wind sources but these resources are rationed and heavily monitored. Both of the sources are outside of the city, so maintaining them consists of leaving the city walls. There is another smaller solar panel farm inside the city, but it is not large at all and its power is used for all needs deemed essential.

While Blue Valley has remained safe for the most part, that does not mean it is pristine. Buildings, roads, everything is in a varied state of decay. Some building are falling apart, some have suffered fires, and some are being slowly stripped down for materials.

The city is divided into 6 Wards. The areas are broken up mainly by size and there is little to no prejudice in terms of who is housed where. While the city itself is walled off, each Ward is also walled off, something that was done after the outbreak when it was deemed important to contain future breaches. There are gates and checkpoints to each other Ward.

While the city seems a shade perfect, there are struggles. Medical supplies are in short supply, as are new firearms. There are few individuals able to do things like rebuild architecturally, engineers are non-existent, and fine trades are limited. There are few doctors and not many people able to do things like rebuild engines or complex machinery. There are some parties who want the city to expand, others that want to go out and look for both survivors, the government, and/or supplies. There is a small divide among people wanting to support FEDRA and others the Fireflies, while a majority do not feel the need to become involved with either. Some see that the need to take a side is eventual. Then there are bandit threats. It’s not uncommon for there to be raids or attempts, and it’s even more of a threat to those who need to go outside the walls. Some people also feel that they should be allowed more freedom, mainly to go outside the wall at their own discretion. They feel that the government of Blue Valley is stifling, if not oppressing them and limiting their freedoms for no reason. Firearms are limited, there is only limited voting and more often than naught, the government can implement a law or rule and use “necessity” or “safety” as grounds to do so. Then, there are politics between Wards, with constant disputes between resources and amenities. There is a relatively high poverty rate and while the officials themselves are by no means living in luxury, well, people always want what others have.

Blue Valley itself is about 50 miles north of Phoenix and about 75 miles south of Flagstaff along Route 17. It is east along the highway and not far the small (fictional) Balta River and the Cordes Lakes, a group of several man made lakes. All of these are well outside of the city.

While the main city is walled off, there is a good portion of the city OUTSIDE the walls. While there are some patrols to monitor these buildings and the area, the frequency of them increases and decreases based on time and known threats.

Map of Arizona

The city of Blue Valley is essentially directly on the 17 route marker, just south of where the 17 and 69 join

Blue Valley basic map

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

Check this thread occasionally, at the bottom, for updates.

EXPECTATIONS AND REQUIREMENTS. READ!!!!

OK, this RP is based loosely in world of The Last of Us. There is nothing needed to be known about the video game itself, or its characters, just know about key concepts (cordyceps, Hunters, Fireflies, FEDRA, etc), all of which can be found on any wiki. But feel free to ask if necessary.

This RP will be mature, meaning there will be death, gore, violence and profanity.

I am the Master here. Not in like, the cosmic, ego sense. I run this RP. I want to keep it going. I want YOU ALL to also make things happen and create. Take some liberties. If there is something that I’m just like, “absolutely not,” I will address it with respect and discretion.

Handle yourself maturely or I will handle you for you. This may result in me removing you from the RP. And, most likely, killing off your character.

I encourage players to:
-Use NPCs.
-Create NPCs.
-Create multiple characters.
-Kill characters (I think this is essential in an RP like this).
-Force actions of another character. While I do not mean this as “run my character,” I do mean to take some minor liberties. This may mean something like “Azseth walked in and slammed the door behind him. When Beth (your character) looked over, Azseth nodded a greeting.” So this was something basic that didn’t hurt anyone.

What it ALSO did not do is put another player in a position to have to make a “nod” or “greeting” into some advanced level post. It also doesn’t break up the fluidity of a post.

And this gets easier as the RP goes on and we get to know one another’s char.

However, if something happens and some player screams about you forcing an action, try to make the situation NOT a situation and work it out. Or I will.

Encouragements continued:
-Plot with other players.
-Link histories with other characters.
Ok. Next. This is not Left for Dead or some online shooter. If you think this RP is about “killin soooo many zom b’s lol!” or something of that nature, you are wrong. This is about the characters, them changing, interacting, and surviving in a world that is less than ideal. It’s about struggles.

This is an RP about people. This is an RP about humanity. This is an RP about what it takes to survive and what surviving does to us mentally.

I do not expect MASSES of constant posts. I have a life, I have family. I have problems. I have to eat. I get sick. Sometimes, I go outside into the RL. I’m sure you all do, to more or lesser degrees. Do I expect a post a week? Maybe. It depends on the individuals, and the RP. Gunna be gone? Message me so you don’t come back to your char being shot and left to sprout fungus.

I cannot stress enough. If you are not patient, if you cannot hold interest in an RP after a month, if you lose interest after the initial spree of posts, then PLEASE do not waste time and go RP elsewhere.

DO NOT POST IN THE CHARACTER THREAD until I approve your char. If you send via PM, or post in the OOC, that’s fine.

7/11 - Few things to think about:
-No need for any characters to be linked, but some form of relationship with someone is kind of advised.
-Characters do NOT have to be involved in ANYTHING illegal. They could be a builder, electrician, teacher, whatever.
-EEEEVERY character SHOULD have some sort of "job" with the city. A LEGIT one. Meaning, people aren't going to be just hanging out and eating and shit.
-Be wary of living in Ward 3.
-Feel free to PM me about relationships with my characters, I'm more than willing to collaborate.

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

I wanted to point something out to the future players and RPers in general. I've made a few comments about this a few other times, and I feel it's important. It's something I kind of call mundane writer's block.

Every once in a while, a lot more common in my eyes, players get what they think is writer's block, and their interests wither away. While I am not saying this never happens, this is what I THINK happens more often than not:

People want to make every post the best. They lose track of posting to make the ENTIRE story move. Not every post has to be dynamic, mind blowing, riveting, or revealing.

Sometimes, my player just has to go run through the damn door. Period. No explosions. No person to save. No dramatic wounds.

Sometimes a player needs to just nod their head. Not reveal something, or have some important flashback.

Keep that in mind. Sometimes, if you are stuck and don't know what to have your character do...

JUST HAVE THEM MOVE THE SCENE FORWARD!!!

Thanks all.

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

There is no OOC yet. Had a busy holiday followed by bronchitis, so I'm a bit tired and drugged up.

I am working on the OOC though, as I type this, so thanks for the patience.

Dark, what's up?! Don't worry. That other RP/site didn't work out because of a lot of...life changes. I had to focus a the vast majority of my time elsewhere, and like you said, the lack of interest by others didn't help.

Stay tuned kiddos.

Az

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

Don't worry, I'll put Kyuzo on a diet so she can take the top spot.

Az

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

The first few days, the group was to the winds. No one really did much together and they went their own separate ways. Kyuzo was totally ok with that as it afforded him time to get his stuff organized. Truth be told, he was dealing with a mix of depression and anxiety. He didn’t enjoy leaving places he was familiar with, it just wasn’t his nature. So far though, the trend was that each time he left, he had fewer attachments than the last place. Eventually, he’d see if that trend would continue.

The first thing he did was apprehensively unload his magical bag given to him by his contact. It was weird to load initially; essentially, you’d reach in with whatever you were loading, drop it and it was gone. Poof. Like that. Like it fell away into nothingness. So, the bag worked. At least on the first part of its alleged functions.

So sitting in his room, when he unloaded the weapons, it was even more awkward. He unzipped the bag and when he reached his hand inside, a piece of gear seemed to be HANDED to him, as if someone was handing the item up. The situation was extremely odd, and once he had accounted for the last item and there was nothing else handed up, he zipped the bag. After waiting a moment, he unzipped again, and sure enough, there was now a black vinyl bottom to the thing.

He spend hours after doing function checks on the gear. This took some time because he was testing them not only mechanically, but electronically too—making sure that smartlinks and other systems worked upon powering them up. Good charges, systems linked, symbonds were all good to go.

He didn’t do much but walk around for a few days after that. He ate here and there, familiarized himself with the layout and streets. He talked to a few individuals about gang activity and turfs, what areas were more ethnically open or closed, trying to get a quick view of the streets and how life out here functioned. In between that, he found a small storage unit, rented it for one month, and put a striking bag up in there. He’d spent more on the bag, finding one that could withstand heavier contact than a typical bag. It also had smart sensors on it that could help him monitor damage output and things of that nature.

He didn’t care about the numbers. He cared about not ripping a bag in half.

In the unforgiving heat, he was there beating up the bags. The cyberware that he was sporting was top of the line, state of the art, and that included it’s software. It utilized a system called “symbond,” which was a system that monitored and analyzed muscle functions at a local level and as a whole. After doing this, the cyberware and software would react in kind. If a fighter generally left his left guard down, it would direct more focus in that area, keep those muscles juiced up a bit more to compensate. Eventually, based on the wearer and the degree at which it focused on developing a symbond, it would initiate training, visual stimuli, or other methods via HUDs or body functions that would actually correct the issues.

So there he was, pouring out sweat and beating the hell out of the bag. The ying to the robotic yang was that in doing this, he was still training his muscles and utilizing muscle memory. The soft and cyberware worked in spite of physical issues. Well, muscles worked in spite of that same ‘ware, and if it came to a point where he couldn’t depend on his chrome, he still needed his muscles to work.

At the time the message came in, that was where he was: beating up that bag in that storage unit. He had never been shirtless around the team—save Kali, but she probably wouldn’t remember anything of any real detail, but he was as he worked out. Across his chest in a slightly arced series of letters, “BULLETPROOF” was spelled out in large, sharp letters, just below where the collar of a shirt would be. Ironically enough, in the U of that tattoo was a large caliber pistol scar and on the PRO were several scars from buckshot. His body, and the tattoo, was crisscrossed with myriads of other marks and burns, except for his left arm which seemed smooth and perfect.

Both the scars and drastic difference in skin conditions were causes for him to generally wear a long sleeved shirt, regardless of the weather.

It was then that he saw a message flash onto his personal HUD.

He personalized names in his comm, so the indicator stated YOU HAVE ONE UNREAD MESSAGE FROM TRIX BITCH.

He rolled his eyes and opened it, rolling his eyes again immediately. Kyuzo had a brief stint running deep in the BTL world, but like most of those vices, they were all part of a...phase. And he was past that phase. Kali wasn’t his concern, so he wiped himself off with a towel, tossed it on the floor and put his shirt and jacket on in spite of the heat. He took a moment to toss his weapons in their places, locked up, and made his way to the spot.

He grabbed what he assumed was some mix of soymeat, and streetmeat on a piece of pita bread from a vendor and ate as he walked, looking around. He took measure to walk a route that took him down several empty streets so that anyone or any thing following him would be forced to hang back, or expose themselves before finally arriving at the building.

He was moving to enter the door when it opened in front of him. He grabbed it and held it and immediately his nose caught scent of some fragrance. It tickled his nose and smelled of flowers and that soapy clean scent. Out walked a stunningly attractive human female. She looked at Kyuzo, giving him a once over and appreciative nod, and was followed by 2 other human males who paid him little mind. He raised an eyebrow at her in return and made his way inside. When all was said and done, Kyuzo was somewhat lucky. He was not on the extreme end of “looking orkish” and if he tried, maybe with a couple minor surgical alterations, he could probably pass as human. Sure, he was more solid, think and square of shoulder, but again, he wasn’t on the far end of the spectrum.

He attempted to shake it from his mind but looked back one last time towards the door, smelling her in the lobby and in the elevator when he was riding up. He entered the room, noting he was the last one there, but arriving just in time to catch the brief. While the brief was happening, he used his HUD to search what the hell a “CD” actually was.

He listened and had no immediate questions, so he stood there and waited for someone to dictate the next move, looking on silently and stupidly.

It’s what Yegor would do.

He took a few moments to study those around, seeing for any changes, trying to gauge their overall moods, and moods in regards to the run.

He noted that Kali looked as if she's slept in a dumpster, one that got emptied into the back of a waste pick up truck, driven for a few days, and dropped off here moments before. Vintage Kali...

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

Working on a post now.

Been a crazy week. On top of bronchitis and the (prescribed) drugs, I have a pulmonary condition where essentially by lymphatic system kicks into an unnecessary overdrive at the slightest sign of infection and that kind of sends me into random spells of fatigue.

Reading up now and working on my shizzzz. It'll post soon.

Az

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

I've been around, just busy with the holiday and just got bronchitis. The more immediate point is that two others, no 3 others, haven't posted, and I feel like I'm hogging the IC.

I'm here though.

Hope you all had a great holiday or weekend, depending on where you are.

Az