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The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Brian Robinson

Part One: Information and Cosmetics
Profession: Retired High School Teacher

Name: Brian Robinson
Age: 67
Gender: Male

Appearance: Brian is of average height and build. His large glasses have a strap on them to keep them on his face. He keeps his greying hair short and his face clean shaven. He wears khakis and a polo shirt normally, but has a windbreaker and sweater should the weather require.

Backstory:
Brian Robinson always liked working with his hands. Growing up he would take apart anything he could get a hold of to see how it would work. After serving a tour of duty as a mechanic in West Germany, he took up a career teaching physics and shop class at a high school in the City's suburbs. He also applied his skills at home, making multiple renovations over the years and building several pieces of furniture.

Retiring at 60, Brian and his wife Karen moved into the city to be more centrally located to downtown. When the outbreak hit Karen was visiting their nephews an hour's drive outside the city. In their last phone call she said that the military were setting up a base near their nephew's house, and that she and the rest of the family were going to try and weather the storm with them. He hasn't heard anything since.

Part Two: Skills and Equipment
Skills:
- A decent knowledge of physics in regards to mechanics (Newton's Laws of Motion, Gravity , etc), Electricity (Coulomb's and Gauss' Laws, etc), as well as the Calculus needed to work with them.
- Half remembered German from his time in the army
- A working knowledge of home and auto repair (Though most modern cars are too computerized for him to really do anything under the hood.)
- Basic First aid training
- Technically has some combat training from his time in the army but has never used it outside of training.

Starting Equipment:
- E-book reader with multiple novels, scientific publications, and DIY Manuals.
- A fairly extensive toolkit amassed over the years, able to handle most basic home and auto repairs.
- Assorted hammers, nails, screwdrivers, screws, wrenches, pliers, hacksaws, bailing wire, zip ties, etc.
- The only power tool is a battery powered drill with drill bits and screwdriver bits.
- Ammo boxes in closet containing an emergency kit with
- 6 days of food in the form of freeze dried hiking food
- 6 days of water in the form of water cooler jugs
- First Aid kit
- 5 reflective space blankets
- Storm-proof Lighter
- Battery Powered Radio
- Headlamp
- In addition to the standard emergency supplies, Brian has invested heavily in backup solar power.
- Torch 250 Flashlight: A flashlight with multiple ways of charging itself and other USB Devices)
- Goal Zero Yeti 400: A large battery pack that can be charged with solar panels. Can output AC power as well as DC power.
- Two Boulder 15 Panels: Solar panels too large to carry around, but sufficient to recharge the Yeti over the course of a sunny day
- Guide 10 and Nomad 7: A solar panel that is about the size of a spiral notebook and an accompanying battery charger. Can charge AA and AAA batteries, or provide USB power.
- A multitool.
- Wallet
- Keys
- Digital Watch
- 1 month of heart pills

Starting Weapons:
- Everything in a toolkit that could be used as a weapon
- A machete used to cut roots when repotting plants

Part Three: Personality, Psychology and Physiology
Bravery: 7. Brian knows that he is not the most fit-to-fight person in the building, but he is determined to help in what ways he can.

Psychological Stability: 6. Brian's conviction to see his wife again is what is keeping him going right now.

Reaction Speed: 4. Old age hasn't done Brian's reflexes any favors.

Physical Strength: 5. Brian's daily walks have left him reasonably fit.

Constitution: 3. He has a heart condition that is currently under control with medication.

Party Control: Yes

@redbaron1234

Accepted!

Is this image approved? @Dungeon Blaster

@TimeToRP

I don't see why not :)

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Chapter Three

Thermopylae

Everyone

Riled by the stimulus provided to them by the attack helicopter, the Stage Ones in the lobby area threw themselves into a frenzy. They moaned and whined, tearing at and shoving the barricade with the terrible strength of those who feel no pain. The benches - a key structural point of the barricade - began creaking, their wooden panels snapping against the weight of the statue, and their iron frames bending inwardly. With a final orchestra of unholy sounds, emitting from their putrid throats, the infected pushed through the benches. Many of them fell over the former barricade, whilst others skirted around their bumbling kinsmen. In any case, they ascended the stairs with the pace of drunks, searching desperately for a glass of water to heal their hangovers.

Though the infected had been dealt a heavy blow outside, there were still anywhere between twenty and thirty crammed into that lobby. The stairs were now the only real issue they had to overcome. In any urban warfare environment, a good commander will always highlight the defensive importance of stairs. They could be booby-trapped, for one, or destroyed even, to prevent attackers from using them effectively. Furthermore, an attacker was confined and constricted, denying them any numerical superiority they may have had.

If the healthy living could develop some kind of coherent, on the spot battle plan, then maybe- maybe they could hold the horde at bay, killing them one by one until they were all taken care of. Or, they could run, flee to their respective rooms, and hope beyond all hope that the infected wouldn't find a way inside them.

[Austin and Sylvia]

John Marcel was a physically big man, but lacked in substance when it came to character. He was a weak fool, intelligent, but lacking in ambition. At the age of 36, he'd never seen a naked woman, let alone felt one's touch. For all of his life, he'd leached off of his mother, who had dominated him the moment his father left them when he was just three years of age.

She hadn't been home in four days, owing to the crisis. Dead, alive? It didn't matter to John. The simple fact was, she wasn't there to tell him everything was okay, to cook him his favourite meal and put him to bed at the ripe hour of 8:30pm.

John was cracking, the earthquake of him having sudden responsibility for himself running a deep ravine through his mind. Austin and Sylvia would have heard him crying, if they'd of knocked the day before. Now though, John didn't have many more tears to give. He had desensitised himself to his situation, no, he had resigned himself to his situation. Without his mother's loving guidance, he was going to die.

Until the attack helicopter broke him from his reverie. There was something about what he saw, pulling back the curtains from his window, about the mass destruction. There was something awesome, holy... sensual? About seeing so many bodies obliterated and dismembered by a destructive force beyond their comprehension.

Suddenly, John had fancied himself to be a "destructive force". He had snuck into his mom's room - a forbidden act in a life he was quickly forgetting - and dug out her 38. from a shoe box, where Mrs Marcel had kept some of her ex-husbands things. John had seen it once, when he was eight years old and had stumbled upon her doing a bit of spring cleaning. He'd gotten the belt, for his efforts.

John knew how to use guns. He hadn't used one of course, but Youtube was an underestimated tool in today's world. Theoretically, he was an expert in this particular weapon, having obsessed over it for more than a decade. He cracked it open, and found the chamber fully loaded - six shots, six shots of destruction.

And then there was knocking at the door.

I am Death, destroyer of worlds.

"It's open," John said in his squeaky voice.

He stood to full hight, all 250 pounds of flab coming with him. He wore a green shirt, the words "I <3 MOM" written across it in large white New Roman font. He didn't wear trousers, just his boxers - a plus of his mother's absence. Quickly, he looked for somewhere he could remain unseen for his guests.

I am Death, destroyer of worlds.

He spied his mother's old couch, a thing from the 1950's, with that depressing post-war floral pattern. John was a big man, but the couch was just about big enough for him to get behind.

"I said it's open," he called again, louder, forcing gristle into his effeminate voice. He brushed back some of his long, greasy ginger hair from his eyes so that it didn't get in the way of him. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

I am Death, destroyer of worlds.

Wright

Andrew Zeller was a shadow of his former self, a nightmarish ghoul with a foggy brain. He no longer knew logic, nor emotion or passion. He knew only hunger, and Andrew was very hungry.

His jaw hung lopsidedly from his head, courtesy of the healthy's attempt on his undead life. He didn't feel what would have been insanity-inducing pain though, he only felt his hunger increase. There was food on the other side of the door, and Andrew very much wanted to get at it. At first he threw himself against the wooden frame, but was frustrated by the impossible obstacle that it presented.

So with a feral growl, he reached deep into the disjointed memories of his once living mind, and plucked forth an image of the door's handle. He saw how it opened, and then he tried to repeat the task. However, with little sight to avail him, and with limbs that were still only partially responsive, his endeavour was a tough one.

Eventually though, he unlocked the handle, and engaged the latch.

Now to open the door!

Andrew started diving through his clouded memories again, his virus-addled flesh striving to discover the truth behind this mysterious contraption.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Post inbound. Get ready to have your shit knocked around.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

<Snipped quote by Dungeon Blaster>

You know what, I think we just kinda got fucked by the GM silently. Anyone noticed what happened to the 'NPC crowd that ran upstairs'?

@orangebox

Nope, I have no plans to fuck you guys until you've at least got yourselves sorted. The pilot was just genuinely unsure of how many of you there was.

Also, I wont be able to post today, I've been out shopping all bloody night and I'm knackered. Much sorry, but I'm home from work early tomorrow so I'll attack the subject matter then.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

so most of us(players) are probably going separately after the apartment compromised? Still haven't decide what to do after the rescue of the military.

@hivekiller

Rescue? Oh, honey.

Hellfire missiles, a rotary cannon, and a cleared street? Hell, I guess the Stage 3 "Tank" zomb is coming up next.

*Pulls out pistol, cocks said pistol, points at dome, and squeezes trigger. "clicking sound"*

Fuck, there goes my easy way out card...

@Yojimbo

Stage threes are for later. Only runners and shamblers for now.

If you guys can't handle them, you aint ready for dem stage threes, let alone my pet stage four who is applying lipstick as we speak...

Nah, Stage 3 only appears after a minimum of 7 days right? There shouldn't be any that have been that long around for now.

I imagine Stage 3 to be more like the I Am Legend zombies anyways. Fast, strong, perceptive.

Stage 4 is when we all die.

@Mattie_

This is correct, with regards to the description. They'll be able to climb too, so being higher up wont help you so much unless you board your windows with cheese graters.

Just an idea, could we mention people in our posts?

@Error

I don't understand the question, please elaborate?

I have a question. Is it too late to submit a character? I wont be able to post the character I have until tomorrow afternoon if that makes a difference.

@redbaron1234

Come on in.

Shit, i just thought of something. This supposed act of mercy by gm in the form a LOUD hell strike missile with it's explosive and loud friends, went of right on the doorstep of our apartment block. Anybody else see the problem with that?

@Lone Wanderer

The intent was to buy you guys some breathing room, but you're right, eventually zombies from all over the local area are going to be making their way there.

However, if you keep quiet and sneaky, they might just show up and mull around.... or they might not. Who knows? It's not like the explosions and cannon fire sent them a signal saying "YO, WE GOT LIVING PEEPS IN THAT BUILDING. TEN TO BE PRECISE. YUP LETS GO GET EM!" It's just saying to them, "Hey, there's some loud noises over here, could be food-related, let's take a lookie".

And here's a pro-tip. Just because you've been spotted by a group of the things, doesn't mean you can't evade them/hide and hope they go away. They like their stimulus, like any good zombie, if you deprive them of that, sooner or later they'll go off and pursue something else.

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Preparations for no-mercy mode are underway...
._.
GM pls

@Mattie_

Well I said no mercy, but then spawned an attack helicopter to save you all.

So far, my track record of no mercy is awful.

The alternative was having the zombies break over the barricade and swarm up the stairs... many, many would have died, but it's too early in the RP for me to simply strike off so many players. I'm used to losing one or two at a time, not four or five!

Oh and here's something, I'm toying with the idea of opening up the game area to the city itself - as opposed to setting it in the apartment building. I envisioned an RP where you tried to survive using it as your base camp, but naturally, aggression was chosen over subtlety and now it's compromised.

St. Louis will be the likely setting, if we do branch out. But it's up to you guys.

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What about the water? I mean it's probably just Rare's sink got clogged or something, right?

@Lone Wanderer

Well i hadn't planned on breaking the water supply just yet, so its open to interpretation.

I'll worry about your food and water once you sort out your current situation.

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@Dungeon Blaster

Just as clarification, where would Sylvia and Austin start--in their apartment? Since the events in the lobby already happened at this point.

@IceSolstice

Well, you got two choices.

They're in their apartment, hiding from the chaos outside their door.

Or they were part of the crowd of NPCs that got ushered up the stairs, and have now just grown faces and personalities of their own.

Your choice :)

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Character

Profession: High school graduate (literally a NEET)

Name: Austin Lee

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: (I really can't work on my CS any longer, and finding a profile picture takes the longest part, so can the CS be reviewed as it is? I'll add the image later sorry!)

Backstory: Childhood friends with Sylvia Chen. Exceptionally physically fit from gymnastics and martial arts. Especially gymnastics, as he practices 5 hours a day, 5 days a week, year round, and has been doing so for the past 14 years. Austin is staying in Sylvia’s apartment because his parents had to go back to China. As Austin didn’t want to leave and also wanted to finish his education in the U.S. , he ended up staying with his good friend Sylvia.

Skills: Gymnastics, martial arts, deplorably corrupt personality, slight handgun proficiency, former BoyScout, construction experience (from volunteer work)

Starting Equipment:

• A go-bag filled with everything a person would need in an emergency, including money, food, clothing, a knife, duct tape, first aid kit, scissors, firestarter kit, poncho, ID, flashlight, water, hand towel, towel.
• Reinforced gloves
• Hiking boots
• Cargo pants
• Athletic shirt
• Hoodie
• Waterproof jacket
• Earphones
• Trench knife sheath

Starting Weapons: Trench knife, fire axe, kitchen knives, pocket knives, staves, wooden swords, training nunchucks, hammer

Bravery (1 – 10): 4

Psychological Stability (1 – 10): 10

Reaction Speed (1 - 10): 7 (give or take one depending on his reflexes)

Physical Strength (1 - 10): 9

Constitution (1 - 10): 8

Party Control: Yes

@Mattie_

Accepted.

You know what I haven't seen in an RP for a while? A black man.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Yeah, that was my bad. *bows head in shame* (it's very late where I am right now >.<)
Here is the app though:

Sylvia Chen

Profession: College Student

Name: Sylvia Chen

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: (will put in an image later)

Backstory: Childhood friends with Austin Lee and has a crush on him. Sylvia has always been unperturbed by societal values since she already has her own morals. She will attempt to reel in Austin when he tries to do bad things. Her goal in life is to help people, although she places priority on those she cares about first. Emotional stability is consistently inconsistent. Living in an apartment for college with Austin.

Skills:

• A little bit of martial arts
• Intelligent, can typically figure out solutions to most problems
• Extremely paranoid, light sleeper. Will wake up if someone enters the room, starts talking, etc.
• Observant and perceptive
• Good at reading other people and negotiating
• Superb at games
• Can be very cunning and manipulative, hates to manipulate others though
• Gets lost easily
• Is a psychology major, has knowledge of psychology
• Good with her hands in terms of making things
• Has a fear of the dark
• High chance of dying in a direct confrontational fight

Starting Equipment:

• Satchel containing: cellphone, bottle of water, a nutrition shake, keys to the apartment, student ID, around $100 in cash, duct tape, notepad, pens, earphones.
• Watch
• Light jacket
• Sweatpants
• T-Shirt

Starting Weapons: Kitchen Knife

Bravery: 3 typically, 8 when protecting others

Psychological Stability: 4 usually, 9 when in a cold, logical mood.
(Her moods switch depending on the situation at hand. Normally is very empathetic and kind, but usually switches when being empathetic would be hindering.)

Reaction Speed: 9

Physical Strength: 3

Constitution: 4

Party Control: Yes

@IceSolstice

Accepted, by the way.