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Because you said you wanted to do medicine. To be fair, though, I only added the lettering.

Here are some RPs of the casual difficulty you might enjoy:

• Mass Effect: Freelancer


• Demon Souls

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Mortal Reverence

Name:
Deborah Bellarmine
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Appearance:

Deborah

Personality:
Deborah's ultimate objective is to uphold justice, which she defines as paying for an offensive with something equal. For her, it is an insult to show leniency to someone, including herself. Beyond this, she is a rather assertive; that is, she's open with her views on subjects and often acts in accordance to what her duties (or perceived duties) require, rather than shy away from something. Of course, this assertiveness often gives her an aura of intimidation that compliments her role in society. Furthermore, she is somewhat judgmental and is rarely ever relaxed, even in an organized environment in which she can thrive. Her greatest Achilles' heel, though, is her stubbornness to change and disregard for unconventional methods. In contrast, her greatest asset is her strong will, which greatly buffs her fortitude in the face of adversity.
Tier:
1
Power/Magic:
Force Field Generation || Deborah possesses the ability to create constructs of magic in the form of paper-thin walls that act as barriers. The barriers can be made from long range and are capable of being up to six meters tall and six meters wide, but the strength of the barriers do not change with size. To make a barrier, Deborah must simply form a square with her fingers, though, she is limited to only making one at a time (only one can be active at a time as well). As for offensive capabilities, the barriers can be moved if Deborah makes a swiping motion with her hand, meaning she can slam them into enemies. At best, however, this can only shove someone out of the way and is fairly ineffective in terms of damage. Additionally, a barrier can be made horizontally and act as a platform. Should a barrier be destroyed, it will shatter and dissipate into nothing.
Bio:
Deborah was born in and raised in the crowded city of Naveria, and for the most part, her birth was the only significant part of her childhood. It was when she turned sixteen, though, that she was faced with a tragedy: her best friend, Jaden Armstrong, was killed in a collision with a drunk driver. The plan of throwing the driver into prison would have been simple, but the driver was one of the richest of the higher class and was able to bribe the judge with ease. This absence of justice would be what drove Deborah into what she is today. She eventually became a police officer and swore to uphold justice to nth degree. In fact, the cliche "taking justice into her own hands" would be a fair summary of her police career, though, she has always managed to get away with it.
Personal:
Deborah's most precious treasure is her police officer's badge, which constantly reminds her of the justice she must carry out.

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Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Thanks for the answers.

BlackBishop said
I am tweaking the rule set slightly. Natural Leaders will now have a bonus to recruiting new survivors into their group, rather then gaining supplies. This makes more sense, given the trait, and give a greater sense of urgency across all traits in gathering supplies across the ruined county. Players will have until the deadline to change their trait should they wish. I will also give an opportunity in the early game for players to change their trait.

I'm gonna go ahead and take your offer on changing my trait by the way.

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

I have a couple of questions. Can camps be upgraded more than once? How do you determine if a combat operation is successful (for that matter, how would an upgraded camp figure into defending against combat operations?)? If a rogue order fails, is there a penalty?

EDIT: Also, if you have more than one camp. can you issue more than one order per turn?

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Paradise Lost (cont.)
September 7th, 2015

The banging of the zombie at the door was rather evident that morning. The survivors all sat silently in the pews, horrified it might get in.

"I've killed a couple of them before. I think I can get rid of this one too."

Magdalene did not face Franklin, only lowered her head in a strict calmness. "Mother Wolfe said not to bother it."

"But it could attract more of them!"

Magdalene raised herself from her pew and walked away, only reminding Franklin, "By staying here, you agreed to listen to Mother Wolfe. Don't forget that." When she reached the hallway, she rubbed one of her eyes, wanting to go back and apologize; but the monastery could not handle any more chaos. She doubted she herself could either.

September 8th, 2015

"I don't think Mother Wolfe is grasping the danger of the situation," Sister Conner whispered, lantern in hand as she patrolled the halls.

"Don't say that." These words were as blunt as they were bitter coming from Magdalene's mouth.

"You agree with me, don't you?"

As true as Sister Conner's words were, Magdalene took it as a punch to the ribs. She halted their walk, turned, and said, "I-." She was interrupted by the shattering of the window next to them. Luckily, the wooden planks that boarded up the inside of the window prevented anything from coming in. Bang! Bang! The zombie had begun to pound on the planks themselves now. The nuns backed away and bore their masks of fierceness, as they had done for the past week. Though, it did little to hide the trembling in their hands.

Sister Conner raised her lantern and gulped at the sight: the nuns could see, through the crack of the planks, a blood-shot eye and an empty eye socket next to it.

"We should wake Mother Wolfe," Magdalene mumbled, awestruck by the zombie's missing eye.

"I doubt it will do any good."

September 11th, 2015

Magdalene awoke in the early morning, though not necessarily eager to start the day. As usual, she navigated the halls toward the Parish, with the sound of banging and moaning overshadowing the echoes of her footsteps. She was quite startled, though, at the sound of a loud and meticulous banging coming from around one of the corners, as if whatever was producing the noise was inside the monastery. Sweat trickled down her nose as she reached into her robe, her fingers fiddling with the handle of the kitchen knife she'd stolen. She placed her other hand on the wall as she tiptoed toward the corner. The rest of her body was still - Magdalene didn't even realize she was holding her breath. The only thing on her mind was the moment she dreaded: she would have to kill one of them. Then, she bent her head forward and peeked to see it...

Instead, Magdalene was met with the sight of one of the nuns banging on a door. "Sister Aspin?"

Sister Aspin, the youngest nun of the monastery, jumped, "Oh! Sister Seuss, I didn't even see you there!"

Magdalene let go of the knife in her robe and came fully around the corner. "What're you doing?" Her face told the story of someone very irritated.

"It's sister Donald. She won't come out of her room."

Magdalene stepped forward, forcing Sister Aspin out of the way. She tapped her knuckles against the door. Tap! Tap! Tap! Then, with a matter-of-a-fact tone, said, "Sister Donald, you have to come out. The survivors are depending on us to care for them."

Sister Donald's voice rang out from behind the wooden door. "They won't depend on us when those things get in!”

"Have faith."

"FAITH!? Corpses are walking around eating people! God is-!"

Placing her ears on the door, Magdalene made out Sister Donald's quiet sobs. She backed away and advised Sister Aspin, "Let her be."

Later, in the parish, many of the survivors had just awoken. The nuns, save for Sister Donald and Mother Wolfe, were scattered about and handing out food. Most of the food came from a national guard crate that a couple of survivors had brought with them. That crate had also contained weapons, though, Mother Wolfe had them disposed of them.The survivors who'd brought the crate objected of course, but they'd decided the safety of the monastery was more important than the guns. Now, they were regretting it. More so because the crate as well as the monastery's kitchen were running low, forcing the nuns to ration what they had left.

"Sister Seuss, I don't understand," Franklin whimpered, just an apple and two small bread rolls in hand.

"We have to make our food last. You know that."

"Last until what? Until we're in the stomachs of a corpse?" He began to tear up, much to Magdalene's dismay. "How can I feed my family with just this?"

The nun tried to stare him down, but his tears made it impossible. She subtly handed him another apple and bread roll, warning, "Don't tell anyone."

"Thank you, sister." He took his bounty and started for his daughters. Magdalene paid a glance toward Sister Conner at the other end of the room: she was also giving extra food. To everyone.

September 13th, 2015

Mother Wolfe slammed her fists against the door, the nuns standing around her. "Sister Donald, It's been two days! Please, come out!" Silence. Mother Wolfe backed away from the door and gave Sister Schroeder a nod. Sister Schroeder, a middle aged woman and ex-convict, stepped forward, bent down, and started to play with the door's lock using a bobby pin. Click! She stepped back and let Mother Wolfe take the lead, with the other nuns right behind her.

There she was: Sister Donald, with her body hanging from the ceiling and a thick rope coiled around her neck. Her face was cold and bloated, though, the smell wasn't quite noticeable. Most of the nuns bowed their heads in grief and pain, but Magdalene and Sister Conner both clenched their fists, outraged this had happened. Even so, they kept silent. The nuns all formed a cross on their chests, left the room, and closed the door. Nothing else was done about it.

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Paradise Lost
September 3rd, 2015

Mother Wolfe grew pale, as did the six other nuns clustered into the small office. Pppsssshhhh! Pppppsssshhh! The television acted as if it had not just delivered the gravest news in its time. Some of the sisters formed crosses over themselves and Mother Wolfe just lowered her head but not in prayer.

Magdalene was the first to speak up, rescuing them from the maddening silence. "What shall we tell them?"

Mother Wolfe lifted herself from her chair and positioned herself at the window, peeking through the blinds. The body that had been lying in the road across the monastery lied there as it had been for a couple of days. No survivors in sight but no zombies either. Just a thick mist shrouding the unknown hell. She lowered the blind and carefully said, "Tell them... tell them to keep praying."

Magdalene wanted to argue, but she was too on-edge and doubtful it would be constructive anyhow. Whilst the nuns dispersed from Mother Wolfe's office, Magdalene muttered under her breath, "They won't like that answer."

The crowd scattered across the pews hushed there whispers as the nuns entered the parish portion of the monastery. The calmest of the nuns, Sister Conner, spoke up, "The TV is no longer working. Please, continue your rosaries that Our Lady might save us." The crowd, for the most part, stood still: most of them were not Catholic, but rather refugees smart (or lucky) enough to escape the inner portion of Paradise Falls. St. Elijah Monastery was on the eastern edge of the industrial district, sitting within walking distance of the Lake Placid. The only road connecting it with the rest of the city was a twisting, dirt road that quite a few people had found whilst fleeing from the infection.

The six nuns traversed through the parish, comforting and mingling with the survivors. Magdalene made it a habit of visiting Franklin Crooker, a middle aged man with two small children on his lap most of the time. His was heavy looking man with a pair of thin glasses sitting upon his face and thick beard to accompany them, making him appear somewhat odd to the rest of the survivors

"Well?"

Magdalene took a seat next to him, prompting Franklin's daughter to slide from his knee to hers. The little girl, Emily, gave a warm smile, but Magdalene only responded with a cold, blank expression. Emily had just lost her mother recently, so it was difficult to understand why she was smiling. A child's resilience... Magdalene's face met with Franklin's, and all she could say was, "It's bad."

September 6th, 2015
Magdalene subtly awoke from her slumber: someone, or something, had crept into her room. Her own hand slipped under her pillow, clenching the knife she stole from the kitchen - it was the first time she had stolen anything in years.

"Sister Seuss..." Magdalene loosened the grip on her knife at the sound of Sister Conner's worried voice.

Magdalene raised her head up and met the light of Sister Conner's lantern. "What is it?

"There is a banging at the monastery's main doors."

Minutes later, Magdalene and Sister Conner met with the other four nuns as well as Mother Wolfe in the monastery's main foyer. Bang! Bang! The heavy door did not budge an inch, but the sound was horribly easy to hear.

"Is it one of them?" Magdalene spoke with a forced confidence, despite her shaking, terrified body.

"I believe so," Mother Wolfe croaked.

"How did it know we're in here!?" Sister Donald held her hands to her head, slipping her fingers under her veil in a frustrating panic.

Mother Wolfe held a finger to her chin in a deep thought before saying, "I don't know. I doubt it can do much as it is now, though. Let's go back to bed."

Magdalene spoke up, "Mother Wolfe... it will put the refugees in a panic if they hear its banging! We must do something."

Sister Donald retorted, "Like what!? Go out there and kill it!? That could compromise the entire monastery!"

"Calm yourself," Mother Wolfe pleaded. "Sister Seuss, if it worries you so much, feel free to monitor the halls."

Magdalene threw a fiery gaze toward Mother Wolfe, but she was quickly overcome with guilt for doing so. "Yes, Mother Wolfe. I did not mean to..."

"Yes, I know."

Sister Conner offered her lantern to Magdalene, who gripped the cold handle with a light hand. However, she dropped it as the banging was soon accompanied by moaning.