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Haven (Open)

@Heat Thanks, will do.

Joseph Reed
Ruger SP101, double action revolver
Mossberg 500, pump action shot gun

Winifred Turner
Beretta M9, semi auto pistol

Haven (Open)

I hope I'm not too late!

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Appearance:

Name: Joseph Reed

Age: 37

Gender: male

Occupation: Farmer

Skills Knowledge of agriculture, knowledge on how to deal with livestock, brief knowledge in hunting, self sufficiency, two years of university, average firearm knowledge, understanding, easy to talk to, problem solver, people skills, handyman, physically strong, good writer

Flaws lacks leadership qualities, passive, strong conscience, lacks brutality, often does not take action when action is needed, somewhat cowardly, somewhat mentally unstable, procrastinator, can also be too trusting

Firearm proficiency: 3.5, a farmer such as himself made sure he could defend his farm

Weapons: axe, long knife

Equipment: blue pick up truck, a few blankets, a lighter, dead cell phone, tool box containing various common tools, a sack of assorted fruit/vegetable seeds, a small bit of gas, a notebook, a box of old photographs, a heavy fur collared jacket that was passed down to him from his grandfather.

Apparel: Often wears flannel shirts and jeans. The odd time he’ll wear his overalls if he is working on something. He has heavy boots and two jackets.

Personality: Joseph can be described as a rather reserved and calm man. He is a man of few words and picks his battles. However, as a result of this, he finds that he gets little say in group settings and is ordered around by the other members. He can easily work/travel alone, however he does grow lonesome at times. He is usually happy to let someone else run the show and just act as a support beam. He can often be indecisive when he is met with a tough decision that needs to be made on the spot. He must take his time to think about it. However, he is more than willing to help others with their problems. Before the outbreak, he could be best described as passive aggressive and gentle. Come the outbreak, he was forced to resort to violence which disturbed him greatly. He tries to refrain from violence as much as possible. Joseph is a man who is in touch with his thoughts and likes to write them down on paper. Currently, he is scared that he will become a monster with all the killing he is doing. He feels remorse for killing walkers but knows it’s necessary. He also scares himself by his increasing aggressiveness. Nonetheless, Joseph is still a gentle giant. Yet he may not remain that way.

Backstory: Joseph Reed was born to an English professor and a stifled housewife in the city. He had a relatively easy childhood and had a few close friends throughout his years. However, he was constantly living in the shadow of his father. Being the Reed’s only son, Joseph’s father had high and strict expectations of him. Joseph was to go to university right after high school and become a professor just as his father was. This all changed when Joseph was 20, one year into his degree when he met the love of his life. A farm girl named Margaret. She was young, beautiful, and free spirited. Needless to say, Joseph fell madly in love with her and dropped out of school a year later to marry her. They owned a ranch together where Margaret would teach Joseph everything about farming, raising livestock, shooting, and hunting. When Joseph was 25, he and Margaret had a son named Tom. The following 12 years leading up to the outbreak, the Reed’s focussed on being a family and running their ranch.
The virus was delayed in making it’s way to the Reed’s ranch. As they lived out almost in the middle of nowhere in a small rural county, they had heard little of the outbreak. They had no idea it had gotten so out of control or the devastating effects of the virus.
One late afternoon, Joseph and his wife had realized that their son had not yet returned from earlier on that day when he told them he was taking one of the horses for a ride. Margaret insisted that Joseph stay behind while she went to look for him in case Tom came back to the house while she was out. A few hours later, the sky was beginning to darken and now neither Margaret nor Tom had returned to the home. Joseph was beginning to grow anxious and decided to go out and look for them in his truck. He had no avail and returned home hours later. He called neighbours and friends of the family, asking if they had turned up at their houses; but few of them answered their phones and those that did had not seen Margaret or Tom. He continued to search the next day. If he did not find them by nightfall, he planned to call the police. In the afternoon, he went to the stable to search by horseback this time. This is when he found his wife and son - but not in the way that he had expected. They frothed at the mouth and staggered about, moaning, appearing to not have any control over their own mind or body. At the sound of Joseph opening the stable door, they attacked him, as well as another undead that was believed to be the one that infected them. How he got into the stable is a mystery. Joseph tried to find some way to subdue them without using his gun but all three were overpowering him and he could tell that they were not of a sound mind. He realized they had the virus he had faintly heard about but he could not bring himself to shoot them. He barely managed to tie them up without getting bitten, before racing back inside and calling the police. No answer. He turned on the news and saw nothing but chaos. After taking a ride into town and seeing what the world had gone to, Joseph knew what he had to do. However, he sat on this for nearly a month. He locked the stable and stayed inside the farm house, believing that he had no other option but to wait it out at the farm. About a week and a half after his family had been bitten, a young, recently orphaned girl named Winifred Turner, stumbled upon the farm house and banged on the doors and windows, begging Joseph for help. Lonely and unable to turn her away, Joseph let her in and let her stay with him. She stayed with him until the farm became overrun and they had to leave. In the haze of it all, Joseph managed to get to the stable and find his wife and son. He finally laid them to rest. This still haunts him.
After leaving the farm Joseph and Winifred traveled for a while, living out of his truck and scavenging whatever they could find. In this time, the two became very close and Winifred asked to Joseph to adopt her. While making a stop to search for gas, the two came across a man who was on a run from Haven. He brought them to Haven.

Other:
Excerpt from Joseph’s journal a few days after realizing that Margaret and Tom could not be helped.

Excerpt

I am amazed at times such as these, there is still an order to things. The crickets still sing at night and each day runs it’s normal cycle. The wind still blows and my hair still grows. And I sit alone, with the song of an aching soul. Nature takes no notice of despair and the rain waits for no man’s tears to cease. If there is one thing I have learned during these past few days is that no matter what I do, I will not change the course of the wind or the size of the clouds that tower above my head. I am a simple man in a sea of millions. There is nothing different about my survival than any other man’s. It is his life or mine and, while I am still on this earth, it would be a lie if I were to say I’d rather him live than myself. I suppose I’ve come to be a selfish bastard when I think about it, but who isn’t? Everyone I’ve ever loved is now without life and whatever life I had seems to have vanished. So why not be selfish? Why can’t I think of myself for once? My whole life, I thought about what was best for others. My father, Margaret, Tom. I sacrificed what I wanted for their well being and convinced myself it made me a good man. Damn it, it is finally my turn and what the hell am I left with? I could have saved Margaret. I could have made her stay at the house while I looked for Tom. But what’s done is done. I am who I am now and not a single bullet I fire can change that. Margaret is dead. Tom is dead. And I may as well join them in their sweet goodnight. But I can’t bring myself to press my lips to such a meaningless fate. So I sit here and rot in my regret, each day I push on, each breath I heave, slowly killing myself in the progress. Its inevitable. I’ve outlived them all. And I cannot possibly see why I am the only one left, I was the most selfless one of all of them. Then why shouldn’t I be dead? Why shouldn’t I be dead? Why cant I just be dead? Because I have to live with what I’ve become. Selfish people live longer.

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Appearance:

Name: Winifred “Winnie” Turner

Age: 14

Gender: female

Occupation: student

Skills outgoing, easily likable. Small and able to fit into small spaces, light on her feet, athletic. The ability to get over offence quickly. Fishing skills. Very little gets to her, mentally.

Flaws can get hot headed at times and always has something to say about everything. Often puts her nose where it doesn’t belong and sometimes doesn’t know her place. Her age puts her at a disadvantage for strength and fighting as well as wisdom when it comes to dealing with strangers. Possessive of Joseph and sometimes causes problems for him because of this.

Firearm proficiency: 2; her real father had set up a target practice in the backyard but Winifred had only used it about 4 times

Weapons: pocket knife, various shards of glass

Equipment: change of clothes, first aid kit, dead cell phone, wallet, weathered copy of The Outsiders, box of items she’s collected, photograph of her and her parents, a set of walkie talkies

Apparel: Jean shorts that stop an inch above her knees and a red t shirt is what she more or less lives in. The change of clothes she has with her is a green long sleeve and a pair of black pants. She wears sneakers and has a toque that Joseph gave her.

Personality: Winifred can best be described as being strong willed. She is outgoing and will talk it up with anyone around her. If nothing is being said, she will find something to say. If she believes something wrong is taking place, she will speak out against it. She speaks her mind most of the time, which sometimes causes conflict, but for the most part she is liked. She has mastered the art of flattery and uses it to her advantage. She is a bit of a busy body and likes to gossip. She has no problem with killing walkers and really doesn’t let it affect her. She understands that they are no longer really living once they’ve turned. She lets very little actually get to her and doesn’t hold onto offence over petty things and arguments. She really doesn’t mind getting dirty or having to engage in physically stressful activities in order to survive. She likes be active and loves adventure.

Backstory: Winifred was born in a hickish small town to an alcoholic father who owned a bait and tackle shop and avoided the house as much as possible, and an often detached, schizophrenic mother. The house was not a nice environment and Winifred tended to be out more often than not. After school let out, she would simply walk off on her lonesome. She loved to explore, often going off into forests, abandoned buildings, or strange parts of town. She’d come home with the dark, and dinner would be made, sitting on the kitchen table under a bowl.
Winifred was an outgoing child but somehow had few friends. She was seen as weird and strange amongst her peers and was always known as the daughter of the “lady who talks to herself”. Her tomboy-ish tendencies did not make her popular with the girl and her aggressiveness did not make her popular with the boys. She had about 3 peers that she called friends but, more often than not, she spent her time alone. Which, in the process, preserved her youthful demeanour. It also did not help that she was an only child and did not have older siblings to help her mature.
Winifred was more so fascinated than scared by the virus when it broke out. Class mates and teachers were suddenly disappearing and all these crazy stories were going around about what was happening to those who got the virus. Although citizens and students were advised to stay inside, Winifred paid no mind to this. One day, while she was out walking through a tall field of grass at around four in the afternoon, she saw a walker in the distance. She was confused but intrigued - she advanced towards the walker and attempted to talk to it as if it were a person. When it began to growl and hiss at her, Winifred knew something was wrong. She began backing away from it, and then began to run. She ran home, passing two other walkers on the way, to find her father standing above one of the walkers in the backyard, holding a rifle that he had used to kill it with. He then revealed to Winifred that the walker had bitten her mother.
Winifred and her father stayed in the house with her mother until she turned. At this point, her father laid her to rest. They then gathered their belongings and moved to her father’s shop, as he believed it would be safer there. However, they only lasted two weeks before survivors managed to break into the shop and killed Winifred’s father. She escaped while the survivors raided the shop and ran until she could barely breathe. Winifred spent two days looking for shelter, but she had ran so far out into the rural areas and farm lands that houses were far and few. She slept in trees and by the time the third day came around, she had grown desperate. She had nearly been bitten multiple times and she had barely eaten or drank anything in the two days. When she came across the Reed farm, she could not help but bang her fists against the doors and windows until Joseph let her in.
Winifred spent the next few weeks with Joseph at his farm until it became overrun and they had to leave. During this time, the two became very close and Winifred became very attached to Joseph. She asked him if he would think of her as his daughter and was delighted when he agreed. She came to Haven with him after being invited by the survivor they ran into.

Other:

Call of Duty: Zombies

Just as the title suggests, I'd be interested in starting up an RP involving the characters from Call of Duty's zombies. I've always been fascinated by it over the years but I really got into the story of it this summer. In the RP, it will focus more on the characters themselves and their interactions rather than the statistics and efforts of surviving - although that will be part of it as well. In the game, the focus is on surviving, getting good guns, and upgrading. That will still be part of it, I'd just like to also focus on the characters. We can decide on a initial map that we'll start on and could possible transport to other maps later on in the RP. We will need people to play as Richtofen, Nikolai, Dempsey, and Takeo. If other people are also interested in joining, I see it being possible to accept a max of 3 OCs that are historically accurate.

Interested?

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Raheem only laughed at Mandeep's remark about his sweater. A laugh that would get him out of answering and that would make him appear as if more trustworthy. No one was suspicious of a man with a warm laugh and a friendly face. That was the look Raheem strived to maintain. Appearance and perceptions were important things in this business.

He was more than happy to accept the cigarette from Dajil, fishing into his pocket for a lighter. "Don't worry about my experience," Raheem said assuringly to him, his usual grin pasted onto his lips. "I've got many years under my belt. We look to be a good group." Flattery was always key.

Raheem followed in step behind Mandeep, also having faintly heard the car. He was under the assumption that there would at least be three more accomplices to help out. However, it began to look as if it might only be the three of them. This thought made Raheem slightly less confident that the 70,000 rupees would come without hastle. Regardless, he followed Mandeep out to inspect the noise.

The Eyes of the Mountain

Bobby looked around at the four others who had congrigated to the table. She too had her eyes on the door. Was this it? Out of the thousands of students who attended the college, only five -including herself- had answered to the call for help? The group waited for a while, but none others joined them. Now it was Bobby's turn to look back at the students. They all had some sort of hesitance written on their faces. This whole thing was a mystery. But it seemed the five were on their own from here on out.

"I don't think anyone else is coming," she said, tapping her fingers on the wooden table.

The Eyes of the Mountain

As soon as Bobby pulled up to the bar, she reached for her cigarettes. She needed to calm herself. When she heard about the call for help, to discover what was up in the mountains that was taking lives at random, she was more than interested. Bobby had always been an explorer - the money was just a plus. The thing was that, whenever she did her exploring, it was always alone. She knew there would be others who replied to the posters. She wondered what they were like and what it would be like going into mountains with other people. These thought occupied her mind as she lit up a cigarette and slowly made her way into the bar.

The scene was just as she'd expected. Men shooting pool, lonely women at the bar, looking over their shoulders for a suiter, middle aged men with balding heads sitting by their lonesome, drowning their sorrows in drink. And then Bobby saw a table where three college aged youth sat. All appearing to be in awkward silence. She assumed these were the people who had replied to the posters.

"Hi," Bobby said meekly, coming around the table and hesitantly taking a seat. "I assume all of you are here because of that poster they put up."

The Eyes of the Mountain

Name: Roberta "Bobby" Krasinski

Age: 20

Sex: female

Personality: Bobby is a very calm and rational individual. She is neither outgoing nor introverted - she finds herself somewhere in the middle. She likes to have a non bias approach to things and tries to rationalize everything she encounters. That is why, when eerie happenings begin to take place in her city of residence, she is deeply disturbed.

Equipment: flash light, extra batteries, two water bottles, some cans of food, long knife, blanket, and pocket knife containing a blade, saw, cork screw, screw driver, can opener, and scissors.

Bio: Bobby was born to wealthy parents, both being highly acclaimed surgeons. She spent most of her childhood and teen years alone as they were rarely in the house and were emotionally unavailable. Even though she lived with her parents until the age of 18, when she left for college, it almost felt like she had always lived alone because of their absence. She also had few friends growing up. Because she was constantly alone, Bobby amused herself with exploring. She would go into gated off areas or explore abandoned homes. Her curious nature is what lured her out to discover what was happening in the mountains. She went to college right after high school. To her parents dismay, she went for history and geography rather than medical like they had hoped for. She lives in the dorms on campus with a roommate who parties every weekend and finds that she feels the same sense of independance that she did at home.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

The day was hot just as it always was. The air itself seemed to sweat as Raheem Khan parked his cab in the lot of the station. His hot, cramped car barely fit the 6 foot man and he was relieved to get out of the cab to stretch his legs. It was only morning and yet Raheem's body was covered with sweat. He had taken the pistol with silencer, knife and brass knuckles that he usually kept in the glove compartment of his cab and put them on his person. With his job, there were all sorts of situations where he would need weapons; unhappy customers that turn violent, customers that intend to rob him, or just for the sake of knowing that if things ever went wrong, Raheem would have a means to defend himself. He was usually on the defence. Today, he was on the offence.

Raheem made his way to the meeting spot once he entered the station. He barely had any room as he weaved through the sea of people. He spotted the room described to him when he was offered this job. He remembered that day clearly. On his routes, he stopped by one of his contacts place and they told him about the offer. Of course, his contact was living life on top and didn't need to babysit a drug deal for 70 000 rupees. Raheem, however, snatched the opportunity up like a starving dog.

Silently, the man entered the room, to find two men already in the room...comparing their weapons. Unlike them, Raheem had his weapons concealed on him. Despite the scortching heat, he forced himself to wear a light sweatshirt that hid his weapons. He didn't want to make things ridiculously obvious.

"Good morning, men. Such a nice day, isn't it?" Raheem greeted the two men in his usual chipper tone. While he was often outgoing and spoke with kind words, his kindness was rarely genuine.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Name: Raheem Khan

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Religion: Hindu

Weapons of choice: firearms or melee weapons (such as knives or brass knuckles)

Weapon on them: hand gun with silencer, semi auto shotgun, metal bat, and brass knuckles

Known to the law and police force: 3/10

Corruption level: 5/10 (Rate it)

Personality: Raheem can be seen as flamboyant. Working in a business where he is always trying to keep his customers calm, he is very generous with words. But not money. His social skills can fluctuate, depending on the situation. While working, he is very outgoing and appears to be happy. However, when doing business, he can be rather stoic. Either way, he is more outgoing than most and tries to give compliments as a way of getting on people's good side and gaining trust as well as lenience from them.

Bio: All Raheem has ever known is poverty. He grew up, with six other siblings, in a house that barely fit four people, let alone nine. Half of his siblings had passed away before the age of 16, due to either illness or accidents. Throughout his life time, Raheem has had a plethora of strange jobs. Anything that will put food in his belly. Some of these jobs were legititmate - others not so much. He has associated himself with some sketchy characters throughout the years, landing him in the current job he has now. A cab driver. It doesnt sound like something corrupt - but that's the perfect cover. Raheem will take his passengers through hell, complementing them all the while. He will take the longest route possible to get to their destination, stage getting lost, stage engine failures (in which the passenger must pay to help him fix), drive down deserted roads and have his contacts pretend to rob the cab, and other gimmicks to get money out of his passengers. Although this is his main act, so to speak, he will use his cab driving position to transport drugs for his contacts from time to time. Raheem is not married and does not have children, although he was engaged at the age of 20 but lost his fiancee to illness. He carries the pistol and brass knuckles with him in the glove compartment of his cab.

Killable: Yes

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

I will admit I don't know a hell of alot about India but I will try my best because this seems like a great RP.

Name: Raheem Khan

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Religion: Hindu

Weapons of choice: firearms or melee weapons (such as knives or brass knuckles)

Weapon on them: hand gun with silencer, semi auto shotgun, metal bat, and brass knuckles

Known to the law and police force: 3/10

Corruption level: 5/10 (Rate it)

Personality: Raheem can be seen as flamboyant. Working in a business where he is always trying to keep his customers calm, he is very generous with words. But not money. His social skills can fluctuate, depending on the situation. While working, he is very outgoing and appears to be happy. However, when doing business, he can be rather stoic. Either way, he is more outgoing than most and tries to give compliments as a way of getting on people's good side and gaining trust as well as lenience from them.

Bio: All Raheem has ever known is poverty. He grew up, with six other siblings, in a house that barely fit four people, let alone nine. Half of his siblings had passed away before the age of 16, due to either illness or accidents. Throughout his life time, Raheem has had a plethora of strange jobs. Anything that will put food in his belly. Some of these jobs were legititmate - others not so much. He has associated himself with some sketchy characters throughout the years, landing him in the current job he has now. A cab driver. It doesnt sound like something corrupt - but that's the perfect cover. Raheem will take his passengers through hell, complementing them all the while. He will take the longest route possible to get to their destination, stage getting lost, stage engine failures (in which the passenger must pay to help him fix), drive down deserted roads and have his contacts pretend to rob the cab, and other gimmicks to get money out of his passengers. Although this is his main act, so to speak, he will use his cab driving position to transport drugs for his contacts from time to time. Raheem is not married and does not have children, although he was engaged at the age of 20 but lost his fiancee to illness. He carries the pistol and brass knuckles with him in the glove compartment of his cab.

Killable: Yes