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No one is for sure of what caused it, or who patient zero is. It happened to fast that the government couldn't gain control of the situation. Cities fell, and people died by the millions. Many of them crossing over. The first city to fall was new york, the government was able to quarantine it last minute, but couldn't save the population. The following few nights they were over run. The epidemic spread like wild fire. The next week it showed up in Los Angeles. The national guard and reserves were called up, by they couldn't slow down the progression of the disease. The military wasn't equipped to handle the onslaught of this new threat. Washington DC fell soon after, including all of the nation's leaders. It was chaos. Those who stayed and fortified found themselves either overrun or starved for help. Bleak times lay ahead for any survivors.



Rules

1. Try to be semi realistic
2. Think about the things you choose
3. Respect others, no arguing
4. Try to take a serious tone
5. No hybrids, No "good" vampires
6. No supreme bad-asses
7. For a job no special forces*

*Try to stay away from military jobs.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Appearance:

*Personality:
*Back Story:

Job:
Skill(s):

Food:
Weapon(s)
Equipment:
Misc:

Job main skill
Up to three minor Skill

Five or less weapons and equipment (Total of five, not five each)

*Not required for character acceptance.

Another Idea for this. a new type of creature. a "Lurker" those who have been bitten that do not turn. They become a flesh hungry, mindless human. Who shambles and moans, his flesh does not rot but regardless will frequently be ripped to shreds or falling apart. These humans are still alive in a way though there is no hope of returning back to their former lives. Their brain becomes a completely self sufficient organ which drives their body. Though their heart still beats to pump the blood through their veins.

They essentially become a walking blood bank for the vampires, who walk around mostly shambling. They devour the flesh of the living to sustain their needs. as do their vampire brothers.

I'm thinking that the odds of becoming a vampire after bitten is like 33 percent. So that there will be a lot of these lurkers and then, these vampires.
Name:
Age:
Appearance:

*Personality:
*Back Story:

Job:
Skill(s):

Food:
Weapon(s)
Equipment:
Misc:

Job main skill
Up to three minor Skill

Five or less weapons and equipment (Total of five, not five each)

*Not required for character acceptance.
I'm going to open up a thread so people can start building their characters.
I'm going to do a little editing on this, Ill put "edited" in bold next to what I've changed.
When I get back I'll be updating some more stuff maybe a mock character sheet
No one is for sure of what caused it, or who patient zero is. It happened to fast that the government couldn't gain control of the situation. Cities fell, and people died by the millions. Many of them crossing over. The first city to fall was new york, the government was able to quarantine it last minute, but couldn't save the population. The following few nights they were over run. The epidemic spread like wild fire. The next week it showed up in Los Angeles. The national guard and reserves were called up, by they couldn't slow down the progression of the disease. The military wasn't equipped to handle the onslaught of this new threat. Washington DC fell soon after, including all of the nation's leaders. It was chaos. Those who stayed and fortified found themselves either overrun or starved for help. Bleak times lay ahead for any survivors.

"Hello listener! This is a radio announcement to assist you living on the day to day basis!
Here are symptoms of The Disease in five easy stages:
-Stage One: Having been bitten by a drone, or "Nest Queen, Witch" The infected area will swell,become irritated and may burn. Approximate time of stage, 3 Hours.

-Stage Two: Nausea, dizziness, vomiting blood, weakness, and fatigued. Approximate time of stage, 3 hours.

-Stage three: Intense migraines, anti-social behaviors, Pain in sunlight and high body temperature. Approximate time of stage, 2 hours.

-Stage four: Aggression to other humans, skin burns in sunlight, pale, grey skin, and loss of body hair and teeth. Approximate time of stage, 1.5 hours

-Stage Five (Final Stage): Skin burns offs, due to light including ambient moon light. body structure begins to change shape, bones shift and remnants of humanity leave. intense hunger for blood and human flesh. Hearing heightens, strength increases, sight reduces, smell reduces, loss of communication. Approximate time of stage, .5 hours.

The disease strips humanity from the infected,

1.)It causes they're flesh to be replaced by a fleshy light red skin, with a tough endoskeleton.
2.)The arms elongate, the hands become large the finger tip bones grow into sharp claws that burst through the skin.
3.)Small bone spikes sometimes form over different areas of the body.
4.)The eye sockets become larger exposing more of the eyes
5.)The jaw becomes hinged, the new teeth are all long and very sharp with small tubes to drink the blood of victims easier.
6.)The tongue grows longer, and the back of the throat forms barbs that help push meat to the stomach.
7.)Much of the skin or flesh around the jaws flake off giving them a larger bite.
8.)The ears also are shed, and replaced by large boney ears.
9.)The nose is shed leaving only small slits in the face.

They hunt primarily at night working as a pack, though during the day as long as they're not exposed to direct sunlight they can be active. They work in hives with a Nest Queen or Witch
The queen is held in a large building where her strongest/oldest drones live. The rest will usually occupy smaller buildings or caves making a semi perimeter. At night the drones leave to hunt, and bring the queen back food or blood which they can store in the stomachs and regurgitate. It is currently unknown how queens are made, and what one even looks like.

They can run faster than a human, and are stronger than an average adult male.

It seams the only ways to kill one of the infected is too drive a stake through its heart, to remove its head, destroy the brain, expose to sunlight, or to light the creature on fire.Though all measures should be incorporated to ensure death as sometimes on rare occasions the creature can still function with one of these measures except for the fire, and sunlight that usually reduces them to a charred corps.

It has been seen that religious symbols agitate them, though it depends on what their former religion was. It will deter them for a short amount of time. It is advised to carry at least a cross.

As a warning, stay away from densely populated areas, tunnels, areas that are not illuminated by natural sunlight, and during the night to seek refuge in secure location.

They're drawn to loud noises, and during the night they will be drawn too lights.

Stay safe out there survivor! And God bless.

This has been a public safety radio announcement."

If your interested please let me know! I'd like to make this RP tonight and get started in the next coupla days. I want to kinda group the initial survivors together in two groups and both groups goals will be to make it to a supposed safe heaven in Montana called "Survivors Retreat" Each group will be starting some where in the south.

----------EDIT=----------------------------

When making your character you'll have a "starting limit"

5 Survival equipment /Weapons.
Two to three things of food ( Your choice )
Basic clothes (t-shirt, pants, long johns ect.)

Basic job, before the end of the world ( No like spy, or special forces, or elite killing machine ) The job will sort tell us what you're character is good at.
Along with the basic job two to three hobbies which will do the same.

Former Job: Chef ( Cooking )
Hobby1:Fixing cars ( Car Mechanics )
Hobby2:Hunting ( Rifles )
Hobby3:Free Running ( Moving around urban areas)

With these your character could be pretty good at shooting, fixing cars, cooking and parkour.

Hunting:
Such as other characters would miss with shooting the rifle, maybe have less ability to track prey or escape enemies.
Fixing Cars:
Be able to easily repair cars that are found.
Free Running:
Able to move around urban areas with easy, and able to escape much easier in the city.

Hoping to hear some feed back!
Laufey said
Hey, Hounder, wasn't sure if I made it clear in my post, but Logann left one of Gambetti's men alive, he was the one who had two knives implanted to both hands.


Oh I shoulda re-read that. Sorry haha. Been working late. I'll correct it soonish.
He had fallen asleep in his chair and woke early in the morning to the phone ringing angrily. He got up and trudged to the kitchen, where the phone made its home. He answered "Hello?" A man's voice one, he was yelling and yelling so hard his voice was becoming high pitched. " WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN THEY KILLED TONY'S KID, AND YOU WEREN'T THERE TO PROTECT HIM. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, I'M GOING TO BURN YOU TO THE GROUND I'M GOING TO GLASS YOU LIKE THE KOREANS." He didn't care really, he was threatened on the daily basis it seems like. " Calm down, Jim. Do you know who did it?" There was a long pause, obviously he needed to catch his breath. " Yea, his name is fuck'n BlackBolt." Gary Paused for what seemed like forever "Fucking BlackBolt...?" Then the yelling ensued again. "NO YOU PIECE OF SHOT DON'T YOU GO GIVING ME A ROUGH TIME I'VE ALREADY GOT A LOT ON MY PLATE WITH THIS BULL SHIT I DON'T NEED ANY FROM YOU." He chuckled a little " Jim, Jim... JIM Calm the hell down. I'll take care of it. I'll go see what I can find on the guy. I'm guessing no one's alive to give me any details?" The Mayor seemed to be very out of breath " Uh, yea, some prostitute by the name of Lemon Drop. Can you believe that fuckin name? Its ridiculous. But I gotta go Mr. Quick Punc-" HE was cut short " I'm not the Quick Punch anymore, call me Overwatch." They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.

He went back to his living room, cleaning up the bottle and ashtray. He dumped them into the garbage and made his way to his room, where he'd suite up. He slid down the bullet proof vest over his head strapping it at his waist, he slid his hip holsters on, dawned his mask and rocked black cargo pants. He went to his gun vault pulling out his trusted 1897 Winchester. The Scatter gun had been with him for most of his life now. He strapped on a bandolier, and added extra mags to his waist belt. He plucked out two flash bangs, and a single frag. Of course he only carried all of this as a precaution. Mr. Gambitti tended to be a loose canon, he couldn't tell if the threat was real or not. So he went prepared. He quickly pulled out his eyemask from a pocket on the vest and slid it on. He moved to the garage, through a side door on the house. Inside it was empty, but after pulling up the grates that were meant for engine oil, it exposed a small ladder well, he climbed down to a sub garage, there inside was a modest collection of vehicles. A 1969 Chevelle it had armored plating all around, a spruced up 454 big block, bullet proof glass, and a bull bar on the front, with off road lights. It sat higher than a normal car and had off road tires. He called it Redemption. Along with his car two motor cycles, a Another Armored Car, built by the British called a Daimler Ferret " Scout Car" It had been fitted with a 20mm canon. He had small guilder like plane which could be folded and stored.

He stepped into redemption, his thought process was to go visit this escort and find out where they'd been that night and if she'd gotten a good look at the perpetrator. He drove down the long corridor, it was apart of a subway system that never got built. And as a result he'd made his base apart of it. He made his way to the surface through an old parking garage in the slums no one ever parked here. HE got out and pushed the metal gate up that separated his hidden route from the outside world. Once up he creeped the car out and closed the gate. He took off like a bat out of hell, his foot was mashed against the metal as he drove, He was in Gambetti territory. And wouldn't be safe for long. He romped on the breaks and the car came to a squealing halt. There a local escort was headed home from a long night. " Hey, you." He shouted towards her, she stopped and looked, she looked like she was about to try and run. " My bullets faster than your feet in heels. I need some info, I've got about two hundred fifty bucks for you, if you can give me something decent." She came over to the car, bending in " Who's the girl who escaped from Tony Jrs" There was a pause then she spoke " Well... I heard she's down at the uh, ol' home.Ya know? Where we gos when we don't have enough money on our own?" He understood, a brothel. He gave her a simple nod, and then Tossed her the cash, and tore off down the street. He made his way to the known brothel, there was no need for stealth in the part of town. He got out, and knocked on the door.
Laufey said
Heh, I hadn't expected everyone to jump on the Gambetti bandwagon, I'm not complaining. Logann's just not one for that sharing thing. Also, Hounder, how do you want posting to work?


I'm thinking just kind of go with the story. If you see certain people dealing with your location or your events I'd just RP with them. Also try to keep it to one post I guess? Like wait for key people to have their go before posting.

Last thing, try not to take people's glory. Especially if they created the situation.
Hey, its all good!
Yes, I'm looking at a DARK super hero RP. Also good job everyone beautiful characters so far. IF I haven't said anything about your char assume its good.
Gary, sat in is living room, gulping down the scotch he'd bought earlier. He was about ten fingers deep by now, the bottle was looking more and more empty by the minute. Occasionally he'd get up and re-set the record. It was Credence Clear Water Revival, he'd listened to the same record at least a hundred times now. He was waiting for a phone call one from the mayor. He was a joke, on the political spectrum he was literally dust. OverWatch usually worked for people like Congressmen, and the President, actually mostly the president. But recently he'd received little to no jobs. Only lowly scumbags would ask him for favors. Favors payed in Cash. But anyway the mayor was having some troubles with a local who was harassing some of his "friends" He'd no doubt be called at some point in the next few days. There wasn't much for him to do but wait. His Uniform hung up on the wall. It stared into his soul, spoke to him. It reminded him of the bad times, it reminded him of the good times.

He'd spent many hours in the old thing, he'd been through the jungles of Vietnam, Cambodia, Deserts of Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, The cold of Siberia. He'd seen most of the world and been in over fifty countries. Sometimes for a month, sometimes for less. It didn't matter. He lost a lot of his friends, He'd been to hell and back, then went back for several more vacations. His body was worn and tired. He was an master Hand to hand combatant, an excellent shot with almost any gun. But at this ripe old age, of 38 he couldn't figure out if anything had been worth it. He had two kids who were Fifteen years old, he'd met them once. When they were still babies. HE probably should have tried to be in their life more. He payed their mother a hefty sum of money to stay afloat. They already had their college paid for and had a trust fund set up for them if he died.

It he flipped open the lid on the box that sat next to the almost empty scotch, he plucked out a Cigar he made short work of the preparation, clipping the end, jamming it between his lips. Gary Stuck a match and puffed patiently until he had a good ember. He pooled the smoke in his mouth tasting the quality of tobacco. They'd been taken from Cuban. He had several boxes similar to this one. Something he picked up when he was in cuba, dealing with a certain Dictator. His mind slowly moved from Subject to subject, until another hour had passed. His scotch was empty, his cigar was nothing but a smoldering nub between his teeth. If Nothing happened past 3 am when the bars closed he could go about his business. It was approaching fast, as the time currently was 1:20 AM. If nothing happened maybe he'd go out and look for some criminals to rough up, he'd felt cooped up for days.
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