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Zombie RP?

Okay so since people have expressed their interest in the rp are there any questions anyone has about the RP, or if anybody has any suggestions or preferences they wanna bring up?

Zombie RP?

So that's one person! I wanna post a character sheet soon

Zombie RP?

This is a zombie apocalypse scenario RP, the setting is a few years in the future, to start with it will take place in the area surrounding the Redwood's National Park.

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A emergency broadcast plays on loop and is being transmitted to all emergency broadband signals. It is a mans voice, he sounds haggard and worn. The recording is as follows:

If we had known then what we know now, we might have been able to do something, preemptive quarantine maybe, euthanization of the infected, something, anything. But we didn't know.

It swept through the world like wild fire. You would start with a tickle in the back of your throat, minor fatigue, slight nausea, maybe a runny nose an light fever, nothing serious, not even something to stay home with. That was the first sign that you had caught the airborne infection, it was what we came to call the prestage of the virus. The first glimpse that this might not be your normal cold didn't happen until a week after the initial symptoms. The top layer of the infected individuals epidermis began to peel off, it's not really even a serious thing, for most it wasn't even painful, but that was the end of the prestage of the virus. Within six hours of the peeling skin you would know. The fatigue went from minor to unbearable, what was slight irritation in the back of the throat became hyper inflammation of the lymph nodes, a runny nose became a streaming bloody nose, slight nausea and a light fever became uncontrollable vomiting and a fever of over 100 degrees. Within four hours of entering stage one the victim would enter stage two. Comatose with an intense fever of over 105, patches of skin deteriorating leaving bloody gaps of flesh. The gums, cheek, and tongue would begin to bleed profusely. In this final stage the virus caused a massive change in the victims brain in a matter of hours. The time span between entering stage two and entering stage three could be anywhere between one to seven hours. The exact reasons or determinate for that time could have probably been found at the very beginning, and maybe we could have stopped it, but really there was no time. Not enough people came in in the beginning and by the time they realize they needed help there were simply too many infected passed the point of no return. Too many reached the final stage in too short of an amount of time. In the final stage the victim regains consciousness, with no humanity left. They are simply creatures of the virus.

They are not explicitly zombies as some have taken to calling them, this was pointed out to me by a colleague before she passed. Zombies by her definition were dead and reanimated corpses, meaning that technically the victims are not zombies, they are in some ways more terrifying. From my observations the creatures have some minor intelligence and there seems to be some a variety of them.

I wish I could continue my study of them, but this will be my last entry.

As my colleague and I found, while the airborne virus was approximately 80% infectious it had what we referred to as an etr (effective turn rate) of about 75%, the blood borne variant of the virus is 100% contagious with an etr of 90%, the blood born virus does not have a prestage, bite victims will within two hours of exposure begin to experience the first stage of infection. As of recording this, it has been four and a half hours since I was bitten. I will soon enter the second stage. To any and all listening, aim for the head, and if you have a god, or gods, please pray for all of humanity, or whatever is left of it.

Sincerely signing out for a final time, Dr. David Wrightman, the last living soul at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Atlanta, Georgia, dated August 07, 2018.

The transmission continues in dead silence for twenty seconds and then a slight click can be heard. The emergency broadcast signal then reads off a list of safe zones and there status. It first reads off the location of the safe zone, then whether it is open, secured, in quarantine, or compromised. The last update for this list was in July of 2018. They date today is January 02, 2019, and all government established safe zones have been compromised.

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The virus comes in two forms, the first being an airborne virus that spread all around the planet, infecting roughly 80% of the populace and turning 75% of the infected individuals, so within the first three weeks of the outbreak roughly 60% of the population was turned into the undead. Durning the initial wave many were reluctant to outright kill the infected, causing even more individuals to turn from blood contamination. The last estimate anyone heard was that somewhere between 80-95% of the population had been infected.

Tryliin Blues

Korrin had been sitting in front of the Shun'Hii, his atmo-skimmer, offering rides to travelers for a rather fair fee for hours. He was charging fifty credits a head, and twenty five credits for every ten pounds of luggage for a direct flight to five miles out from the gates. He could have flown them in pass the wall and into the port, but that would cost him a bunch of money in terms of permits and trafficking fees. This way he avoided any fees, and was able to pass those savings on to his clientele.

The group he was currently trafficking was a family of three, two parents and a young child, and he was doing it all for a discounted price of a hundred and twenty-five credits, and an extra special discount for their luggage, what should have cost over three hundred credits and was only charging seventy five. Even with his generous discount they had have to leave a bag of stuff behind, and spend almost all their savings on the service he was offering, but they did it gladly, and this wasn't the first group he had given a lift to today even. It was his third, and the day before that he had driven four small groups of people. Granted some groups refused his offer, either because it was to expensive or because some species are a xenophobic as they come, but most, most just wanted to get to the walls of the city.

They were all incredibly desperate to get into Oasis, where they thought it might be safe for them, and Korrin didn't really care one way or another. So long as their fears kept on paying for his docking fees, fuel and repair for the skimmer, his rent, and a bite to eat, he didn't care one way or another. He knew that he was on his path.

"Is Oasis really safe then?" Korrin turned a little in his chair, surprised someone had spoken, most of the people he flew were of the quieter disposition. "Is it mister?" It had been the young boy.

The mother hushed him, but internally Korrin smiled a little. Outwardly he remained cold however, and responded in a deadened and uninterested tone, "The walls are high and there are city guards. What is the human saying again? Something about 'Safety in numbers?'" Korrin turned away from the family. From there it was a long awkward flight, and a quiet, uneventful, if not entirely smooth landing. "Your walk down this path with me is through, I hope you continue well on your way, and do not find an early end to your journey." Korrin said the words out of habit and tradition, not really caring if the family, unloading their bags and hurrying off understood what he was saying.

Once the family was out of his way he took off again, but decided to call it a day, instead turning towards the walls. "This is Korrin'Tyritiani'Dashento, owner of docking space 2201 sub bay Delta, requesting permission over the walls for one Dith'Skalli transporter." Korrin rattled off his name and dock space mechanically as he had done for the last few months.

One of the individuals working with the port authority responded with a poor approximation of english "Good pass, fly ahead, safe land." Korrin rolled his eyes, wondering what type of auditory producers that poor species had to make speaking that way a necessity. He flew lazily into hi docking slot, latched into his landing pit and closed the metal covering. Theft and vandalism were always constant threats, and since he preferred not to have to use his other talents on a planet not as lenient with its laws for those with his skills, for now flying was his only livelihood.

Once the Shun'Hii was properly secured and locked away, he began the short walk to his apartment building, passing by a particularly foul smelling animal pen on his way.

Tryliin Blues

-Name: Korrin'Tyritiani'Dashento for ease though it also goes by Korrin or Kory

-Race: Kin'eko'chi

-Age: 21

-Appearance: Korrin is a rather tall wiry man, standing at 6' 4''. His body is covered in light lean muscles, and while he may not be thick his muscles are taught and strong, well honed over his years of training. His face is tanned and angular, with sharp planes and high cheekbones, and he wears his blond hair short, closely cut to his scalp, usually by himself with a knife, without the aide of a mirror. His arms, legs, body, and face all bear light scars of healed cuts and gashes. He also wears light loose fitting pants and an incredibly loose tanktop.

-Personality: Korrin is was a very happy outgoing person until his Kan'eko'chi'nii. Since then he has become very quiet and reserved, sombre in most all situations, filled with cold intellect, however on occasion the old Korrin, who used to be kind will show through.

-Weapons: Connor carries no close ranged weapons, instead preferring to use either his stingers or his fists up close. He does carry a weapon similar to a cross between a taser and a shotgun, the weapon sends out a concentrated pulse of electricity capable of knocking most humanoid creatures off their feet at a range of five meters, the weapon has a three shot maximum before needing to swap cartridges. He also carries a Kan'kami a weapon similar to a sniper rifle that fires crystal shards charged with an electric pulse.

-Abilities: Connor can see into both the infrared and ultraviolet spectrum allowing him to see in both the dark and very lowlight, he also doesn't blink. He was trained by his people as a political assassin, a relatively common job among his people. He is an excellent marksmen with his kan'kami(the way to end) and a master of kage'bushiro a form of martial arts developed specifically for assassins of his species. In addition to this he is also a relatively versatile pilot, having learned to pilot multiple different types of craft, ranging from the atmo-skimmers made by his people to frigates and shipping vessels of the human race to even war vessels made by the K'yaSynth.

-Bio: Born on the Kin'eko'chi home world of Dith'alla'om, Korrin was a happy child, however he came from a long line of Uta'eko'kami, which translates to those that end the path. Uta'eko'kami are elite political assassins that are used in order to both ascend the political ladder or crush political opponents. As a boy he loved flying, and his parents indulged him in buying Dith'skalli or world skimmer, a single person in-atmo skimmer, which he flew daily. He even began studying how to fly other types of craft, and when he was twelve he wanted to go to a temple to learn to be a pilot, but it was expected of him that he become an Uta'eko'kami, like his father and mother before him, and so with a heavy heart he did.
He spent eight long years first learning the art of thinking, how to conceptualize, plan, and speak, then he learned the arts of languages, those of his people, those of the peoples of the stars, and those of nature, and finally he learned arts of killing, first with his bare hands, then with his stingers, and finally with the vast assortment of weapons his species had created. He was assigned several tasks as a journeyman originally with a master of the craft, then later with a small group of other journeymen. As his final assignment as a journeyman at his masters temple he was assigned his first solo assignment. He killed the target easily, and with that became a man.
His first Job as an Uta'eko'kami, however did not go so easily, for his hit knew that he was to be killed. The target, knowing the only way to stop an Uta'eko'kami was with another Uta'eko'kami hired an experienced killer, a man from a skilled and well respected bloodline, and in the dark of their planets night, Karrin fought the other killer. It was a close fight, but in the end young vitality trumped aged skill, and Karrin killed the other Uta'eko'kami. He then slated his hit and as he walked out turned on the lights inside the house. It was then that he realized that the man dead on the floor, the man he had fought and killed, was his own father. Among the Kin'eko'chi Uta'eko'kami are immune from most all laws regarding murder, however patricide is a different crime altogether. His punishment was exile from the home world, and while he could have chosen any planet to go to, he chose Tryliin as a form of self punishment.

-Personal equipment:
The Shun'Hii an atmo-skimmer, a modified Dith'skalli capable of carrying several passengers and leaving the atmosphere for up to an hour at a time.

A digital star map, with known habitable worlds marked and those that have maps available downloaded and stored. One of his personal dreams is t fly to each of them himself one day, once he feels his penance is done.