Captain Shelton

Outlaws (Sons of Anarchy based RP)

Just thought I'd see if there was any interest in an SOA based RP.
Canon MCs and groups wouldn't be present but the overall theme would remain the same. We'd all play members of Outlaw MCs and/or law enforcement in a smallish town in the Southern US. Players are free to create their own MCs but there'll be a cap of three until the RP gets enough players to sustain more without umpteen NPCs. Thoughts?

The Walking Dead - Cold Trails

@WilsonTurner Not really. Bio seems a bit much and not too believable, like I couldn't imagine meeting this guy for real and talking to him. And his outfit and gear and all are more suited for late in the apocalypse, this is like, two weeks in.

The Walking Dead - Cold Trails

Name: Gale Keyes Age: 21 Photo: Weapons: M4A1 Carbine (with ACOG scope, foregrip, AN/PEQ-2), Beretta M9 Equipment: AN/PRC-117F radio, SATCOM antenna, Laser Designator/Range Finder, Handheld GPS, LBT Plate Carrier (Level IV ESAPI plates), Assault pack, Drop leg holster, Thigh rig, 1 liter Camelbak, AN/PVS-14 Night Optical Device, Mechanix gloves, tactical flashlight, x3 chemical lightsticks, spare batteries, map of Atlanta and surrounding area and map tools, IFAK, Mini first aid kit, x2 MREs, x3 Protein bars, pack of caffeine pills Brief bio: Gale is a Georgia native and grew up in a rural area, hunting and camping regularly. Coming from an Air Force family, he decided early on in his life to enlist and spent much of his teen years as a Cadet in the Civil Air Patrol. At 18, Gale joined the Air Force at the rank of Airman First Class (thanks to his prior time as a Cadet) and thanks to his excellent physical capability, he was able to qualify to train as a TACP (Tactical Air Control Party) He went through the training pipeline like everyone else and his experience and performance overall were unremarkable. During the outbreak, he and the rest of his team were deployed alongside the US Army units fighting in Atlanta (seen in TS19) and were responsible for coordinating the air strikes that leveled much of the city and, though at great cost of civilian lives, slowed the spread of the infected hordes from Atlanta. Personality Strengths: Calm and confident under stress, comfortable and accustomed to harsh conditions and sees things as an adventure or challenge. Very loyal and protective of friends, loved ones or those he perceives as innocent, weak and needing protection. Personality Weaknesses: Sometimes short tempered, impatient and intolerant of views he sees as incorrect, wrong or illogical. Doesn't usually trust others' capability. Sometimes paranoid and distrustful of others.

The Walking Dead - Cold Trails

Greetings all, tis I, Le Capitan! I am alive and have returned from my roleplaying hiatus. So yeah,

The Walking Dead <Colorado Expansion>

AnnaBeth said
Lol. I know how it seems, but he's literally just a very sweet character. Shelton is thinking about joining too. I'm sure his character will have something to say.

It'll probably have something to do with the "punk-ass kid" needing a haircut :P

The Walking Dead <Colorado Expansion>

Name: Gideon MacLeod
Age: 25
Occupation before the turn: Soldier just out of service, looking for work
Gender: Male
Image:

Appearance

Outfit

Plate Carrier (but with patch across the chest that says WOLFHOUND)

Personality: He's sarcastic with a general "I don't give a fuck" attitude and very serious when in a dangerous situation (fighting, scavenging etc.) but laid back with a decent sense of humor when at rest. Rarely complains in austere conditions and has a vicious hatred for people that victimize others.
History: Gideon was an athletic young man throughout his youth and from a young age despised bullies and others who victimized their fellow, weaker man. This was a part of his reasoning for enlisting in the US Army at the age of 18 as an Infantryman. He served honorably for four years, doing two tours of duty in Afghanistan before finishing his enlistment. Unable to find anything worthwhile to pursue as a civilian, Gideon moved to Israel, the Holy Land, for a time and joined the IDF, serving another three years as an Infantryman and seeing combat in several more engagements with Islamic terror groups across Israel's borders. By the time his enlistment here had ended, he'd grown homesick and moved back to the United States, settling in Colorado intent on getting a job as a Game Warden (Gideon is an avid hunter and outdoorsman) The outbreak started a short time later.

Gideon is 6'3, 190 lbs with an American flag tattoo across his right shoulder and a Christian Cross tattoo across his left.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Vic brought his rifle to his shoulder, keeping the muzzle angled downwards and not quite aiming at the man who'd just arrived. He glanced at the approaching Walkers and shrugged internally. Why not? Every group starts with one guy.
He took careful aim, using the expensive optic atop his weapon to its full advantage. He squeezed off one shot at a time, steadily dropping the approaching creatures. With a pistol or even just iron sights it'd be much harder. The brain was a small target, let alone when moving erratically and bobbing up and down. Victor aided his fellow survivor in finishing off the last of the infected then reloaded his rifle and went to greet the man more formally.
"Decent shooting."
He complimented. Not on par with military or some better trained law enforcement, but for a civilian he'd done ok.
"I'm Victor."
The Mercenary introduced himself, extending a hand to shake. He was close enough that he felt he could disarm the man if he had to, and so deemed a handshake allowable.

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Outside Jonesboro,
Victor "Vic" Hammerstein

Dully glowing embers fell from the tip of the lit cigarette as Victor took a long drag off it, a soft breeze carrying the tiny flecks of red away and scattering them across the air. Vic Hammerstein was a tall and well built man, standing at 6'2 with a lean, muscular frame befitting of a professional soldier. Smoking was a nasty habit and one he rarely partook in. He disliked the negative effects it had on his health and teeth but sometimes he needed to relax and with so many fine packs of cigarettes laying around, free for the taking, he decided he might as well relax on his break. He'd been walking or driving all day, ducking in and out of alleys and buildings to avoid the Walking Dead when his car would've drawn too much attention. For the first five days of the chaos he'd stayed with his employer, guarding his mansion as agreed. But the man's constant condescending, snide tone wore on him rapidly and when the infected became too much to handle, Victor had taken everything of value that he could use, stolen a car and abandoned the rest to die, escaping as the Walkers were drawn towards the screams of his coworkers and the family they guarded. He regretted nothing.

Over subsequent days he'd splurged in the extreme, spending every penny of the cash he'd taken and trading some of the other valuables for ammunition, fuel, etc. He knew from both training and experience in third world nations that the money would be completely worthless everywhere within a few days, so better to spend it now (even at a ridiculously inflated rate) than use it for fire starter later.

Now, Vic sat on the sidewalk in front of a small convenience store, a "Stop-N-Rob" his father had called them. The name was fitting, especially in the chaos of the end of the world. The concrete walls were pockmarked with small caliber bullet holes and most of the windows smashed. Victor had only been able to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and some junk food from the looted store and was now thinking on his next move, rifle in his lap.
He needed a solid place to stay, or a strong group to travel with. Living in town wouldn't be a good idea, but the roads out to the country would still be clogged with evacuating refugees, and therefore the Dead. He needed to hide for a while, until things settled, then he'd head to the middle of nowhere and ride out the storm. Living nomadically like that would require a group though. So, step one was to get a group. But, to get a group, he'd need a home for them. So, step zero would be to find a place to defend, then gather some survivors there.

Vic stood, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his boot. It was time to get to work. But where to begin?

The Walking Dead : What's Left

Room for one more? ;)

Name: Victor "Vic" Hammerstein
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
6'2, lean and muscled build with a tattoo of a dragon coiled around his right arm.
Clothing: hiking boots, jeans, black t-shirt, OD green soft shell jacket, black tactical gloves, Oakley sunglasses
Equipment: MOLLE war belt (with x4 rifle mag pouches, x2 pistol mag pouches, Medical pouch, dump pouch) Drop leg holster,
Tan backpack (with food, change of clothes, hydration bladder and weapons cleaning kit)
Weapons: AR-15 (with ACOG scope, sling, foregrip, flashlight) Glock 19 (with night sights)
Bio/Background: Victor grew up in a poorer neighborhood in Memphis, TN and like one might expect, was exposed to violence and crime at a very young age. His mother died when he was still a toddler and with only his father's rough, firm guidance he found himself forced to mature relatively fast. He was in numerous fights throughout his youth but managed to stay away from any criminal activity and graduate high school with decent grades. Sharp as a tack but too poor to afford college, Victor enlisted in the US Army as a Cavalry Scout and did two tours of duty in Afghanistan where he found himself in several highly kinetic areas of operation. Shortly after his discharge from the military, his father passed away. Victor, unable to settle into life as "Just another guy" sought employment with several Private Security Companies and worked on several contracts in the Middle East where he again saw heavy fighting and was surrounded by violence on a near daily basis. As the years wore on, Victor came to enjoy the excitement and thrill of the violence, becoming increasingly aggressive and sadistic with each new job to the point he was fired after an incident involving several civilian deaths and injuries. Though there wasn't enough evidence (or oversight) for him to get into legal trouble, he was sent home to the states with little hope of returning to a combat zone any time soon. Forlorn, he moved a short distance away to Jonesboro, Arkansas and went on a bender for a few days. A short time before the outbreak, a wealthy family, the Calloways, hired him and a few other veteran Contractors as personal security for their mansion. A short time into the disaster, the mansion was overrun by the walking dead and Victor, in a fit of rage after an argument with Mr. Calloway, shot and killed his employer and escaped with a decent chunk of the family's supplies, slipping out in the chaos and leaving them and his coworkers to die. Since then, he has lived nomadically, scavenging or taking what he needs or wants and enjoying the total anarchy of the apocalypse.
Pre-Apocalypse: Private Security Contractor

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Cody - The Pub - Meghan/Hazel

"The Pub huh? Cool. So you seriously just let people stay here that wander through?"
He asked of Hazel.
"That's pretty awesome of you. Charity like that is too rare nowadays. Everyone only cares about themselves, and for good reason. There's always people looking to take advantage of others. If you'll excuse my forwardness Hazel, what I'm getting at is I'd like to stay here and help run the place, if you don't mind. I really have nowhere else to go and I can help you defend everything and take care of people. I'm a Combat Medic and a damned good one, so there's not a lot that's life threatening I can't fix."

He paused to take a bite of his rice then decided he had nothing further to say.