Captain Shelton

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Appearance :
Name : Chris Lawson
Age : 20
Skill : Marksmanship, Infantry tactics, hiking/camping
Weapon : M16A4, Ruger MkIII
Personality : Confident and courageous, never backs down from a challenge but also cautious and logical. Humble and kind.
Brief Bio : Chris was in the US Army when the outbreak occurred. A Cavalry Scout with a penchant for marksmanship, he looked forward eagerly to his coming deployment overseas. The outbreak interrupted that however and the ensuing violence more than quenched his thirst for excitement. His unit survived the first few months of the outbreak, but it wasn't long before they ran completely out of fuel and were unable to scavenge more. The Cavalrymen, their armor and mobility now absent, were soon surrounded and overwhelmed by the infected. During the fighting, a bullet ricocheted off the side of a vehicle and struck Chris in the chest, shattering the front plate of his body armor and throwing him to the ground. As he wasn't wearing his helmet, Chris's exposed head struck the asphalt violently and he was knocked unconscious. His comrades, attempting to help him, gunned down several Walkers that approached his helpless form before they themselves were attacked and mauled. Chris however escaped the notice of the infected, his motionless body camouflaged by the smell and sight of the corpses on top of and around him. He awoke later that night in a daze and barely managed to stumble away into the nearby woods, leaving the site of the massacre and the horrifying memories it had created behind him. He then hid for several days, recovering, before shedding much of his uniform and equipment and taking to the road, now alone in the world.

Assassin's Creed: Resistance (modern day)

Name: Seth McCall
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
Physical Description: Seth is tall at about 6'2 with a fairly lean but very muscled build. He has dark green eyes.
Tattoos/Scars: American flag tattoo on the right shoulder, three stars in a circle tattooed on left pectoral, several scars from shrapnel wounds across his left side, hashmarks for the number five tattooed on his left forearm.
Allegiance: Assassins
Role: Field Agent
Concealed Weapons: Glock-19 (suppressed with laser sight) Spyderco Endura, Hidden Blade
Assault Weapons: M4A1 (suppressed with ACOG scope, foregrip, sling) x2 Flashbangs, x1 Smoke Grenade
Day-to-Day Apparel: White t-shirt underneath white zip-up hoodie with tan cargo pants, black hiking boots
Assault Apparel: Black level III or IIIA Crye JPC plate carrier with magazine/grenade pouches, Mechanix gloves, black knee pads, black balaclava
Misc. Equipment: Small breaching charge, small explosive charge
Biography: Born into a military family in the rural south, Seth was always an athlete. Much of his youth was spent outdoors, hunting, hiking and camping and by the age of eighteen he'd grown into a mature and physically adept young man and enlisted in the United States Army as an Infantryman. He served for several years in Afghanistan in some of the more kinetic fighting of the war. On one particular night operation during his deployment, his unit captured a sizable Taliban stronghold and found within sophisticated computer technology they at first believed to have been stolen from coalition forces. While one of their number hacked into the computer, the others began coordinating air support as Taliban reinforcements approached. Unbeknownst to them, they'd stumbled upon the biggest conspiracy in human history. The Templars however, were very aware of this and took steps to stop the soldiers. Some scrambled radio frequencies and scrambled transmissions later and there was a Hellfire missile on its way towards the building...
Seth awoke hours later in a daze, being carried through the desert on the back of an ATV by an Afghani dressed in white. Upon questioning, Seth realized the man was actually of European origin and his savior rather than captor. The man explained that all of Seth's brothers in arms were dead and went on to explain what he had stumbled into, telling him the age old tale of the Assassins and Templars. After he'd recovered from his wounds, Seth joined the Assassin Order as a Field Agent and has since found himself with the NYC Cell.

Assassin's Creed: Resistance (modern day)

The year is 2012 and the world is on the brink of destruction. Whether by the wrath of the coming Solar Flare or the tyranny of the Templars (more commonly known as Abstergo Industries) is yet to be seen. But regardless of which, the Assassin order is the only thing willing or capable of stopping it.

Our story follows the exploits of one large cell of Assassins spanning New York City during the events leading up to Assassin's Creed 3.
You can play either an Assassin or Templar Agent, but Templar slots will be reserved until after we have at least four Assassin players.
Remember, this is modern day so the Assassins will use guns (primarily suppressed pistols with laser sights) but blades etc. are also welcome.
I've got a rough idea of the first few missions I'd like us to do, but if you guys have any ideas please let me know. I'd like this RP to last a while and I'd like us to have as much fun as possible. So, please read the rules and fill out a CS and we can get started!

Rules
No bragging or being a dick in the OOC
No overpowered or ridiculous characters
No ridiculous/unrealistic dialogue
No flaming/trolling etc. (BE POLITE)
If your character does something really stupid, he WILL die. Period. I'm not going to go around killing people's characters left and right, but don't have them do something stupid and expect there not to be any consequences.
Romance is welcome but keep the graphic stuff to PMs
Erase the notes in (parentheses) in the CS or your application will be denied
Have FUN!


Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance: (Pic required, anime is forbidden and it has to actually show their face, this is for their features, not their gear)
Physical Description: (mainly just include eye color, build/body type, height etc.)
Tattoos/Scars:
Allegiance:
Role: (IE Field Agent, Intelligence Agent (think Lucy and Shaun) Initiate, Guard etc.)
Concealed Weapons: (this is what they'll wear for day to day actions so they can blend with a crowd)
Assault Weapons: (this is what they wear on missions and can include rifles, submachine guns etc)
Day-to-Day Apparel: (Must have a white top and ability to cover your face like a bandana or balaclava)
Assault Apparel: (This is worn in addition to your daily apparel on missions, think body armor, tactical vests, etc.)
Misc. Equipment: (Medical kits, lockpicks, explosives, jammers etc.)
Biography: (be brief, skim over their life up until this point and how they joined the Assassins etc.)

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

I have returned. Tremble before me mortals!
Also start posting. C'mon guys. We're at a dramatic scene in the rp.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

You? Yes. Ace Ventura, Pet Detective? No....
lol

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

"Hmmm,"
Corey stroked his chin in thought,
"I'd say let's start with the fights. Pretty entertaining. In fact, it looks like something's going on over there..."
Corey stood roughly 6'3 and so could just barely see over the top of the crowd's heads.
"Is that?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out a distant figure.
"Corey!"
His gaze snapped to the side slightly and he noticed Alex yelling to them. He immediately jogged over, shoving a few men out of the way and letting Magnus's threatening bark scare the rest. He followed Alex's gaze over to Howard's prone form, and then up to Stan's imposing figure across the ring. A pair of the crowd's more enthusiastic members picked Howard up, dusted him off and pushed him into the ring, yelling fake encouragement as though watching a dog fight between a Rottweiler and a puppy.

Corey violently shoved several people aside on his way to the ring but was intercepted by the same two agitators.
"Magnus, bite!"
Corey ordered, pointing at the smaller of the two. Magnus snarled and leapt through the air 100 lbs of muscle and fur crashing into the man and knocking him to the ground. Magnus bite down on the man's forearm and became a dead weight, holding him in the dirt while Corey slugged his partner and pushed him towards Declan for the coup de' grace.

Corey burst into the ring and pulled off his jacket at once, tossing it to Riley and pulling Howard back behind him.
"Magnus! Guard!"
He commanded, pointing at the small teen. The lean, agitated dog trotted to Howard's side and sat down, watching the crowd threateningly.
"Why don't you pick a fight with someone your own size you fat fuck?"
Corey taunted, recognizing the man as Howard's stepfather. He'd only ever seen him once, but Corey never forgot a face. It seemed Howard had been downplaying the man's abusive habits more than he'd feared.

Corey advanced threateningly to the center of the ring, his biceps flexing as his hands curled into fists.

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

They would know he was a dick but not the extent of it I would think. Otherwise the backstory is infeasible.
Also I'll be gone for a week starting tomorrow. I may be able to post sporadically. Just a heads up.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Yep, happy birthday bro.

BTW, if ya'll know anyone who'd want to join the RP and portray one of the rescued slaves, let me know.

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

Corey led the little cluster of people up to the heavy sheet metal gates of the scrapyard where a pair of large, burly men stood smoking cigarettes.
"Go on in Core."
One grunted, pushing the gate open a little. They'd learned long ago that Corey could be trusted and that wherever he went, Magnus went come hell or high water.
"Thanks man."
Corey said with a nod as he led the group into the big, open scrapyard. Nearly all of the junk that populated the open lot had been moved to the sides and piled up against the fence, leaving plenty of room for the numerous partiers to walk around. In the center of the yard was a little ring drawn in the dirt, surrounded by a small crowd of onlookers and populated by a pair of shirtless men, beating each other senseless while bets were cast on who'd win. The rest of the yard was populated by loose groups of people laughing over various subjects, some dancing by radios and others passing around a bong. A plain, one room building sat at the back corner of the lot and inside neon strobe lights flashed and flickered to the beat of a nondescript EDM song.

The two sides of the scrapyard were almost comical they clashed so much. The building and some of the small crowds were full of northsiders, rich white kids that felt rebellious or just wanted a relief from the monotony of their lives. Meanwhile, the fight ring was almost all rough, criminal looking southsiders in everything from wife beater t-shirts and jeans to hoodies and sweats. Corey glanced down at Riley,
"Welcome to the party. It's your initiation so you can pick where we go first. Though I'd suggest we hold off on getting high or drunk until the end of the night."
He said, absentmindedly scratching Magnus behind the ear.

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

Corey waited for his little family to force itself into the "cozy" cab of the truck and took off at a relatively slow speed down the road.
"Y'know, in the military this is considered crappy driving. The way they taught me was to shriek down the middle of the road at breakneck speed and light up anyone that got in my business."
He said, turning on the radio.
"I guess not everything you learn there translates that well into civilian life huh?"
He said with a chuckle.

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As they approached the really shady part of town, a song, one of many Corey considered an anthem for the Outcasts, began to play through the truck's speakers. As he cranked up the volume, the old scrapyard came into sight. Its rusty sheet metal walls keeping prying eyes off of the activities within. Lights and a blend of voices, singing, yelling and swearing, were the only sign of life visible from the outside.
"You guys ready to start a riot?"
Corey asked enthusiastically as he parked next to a cluster of beat up cars and motorcycles.