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Gabriel strolled down the street toting a blood-soaked totebag heavy with bibles and medical supplies. As he had prayed, the Lord kept him safe, wandering those dangerous streets. While in the hospital, he realized something. Flesh eating monsters and murderous cultists? What's so scary about that? He must know that his Lord is mightier.

Eventually, Gabriel came across the sound of... music. Bravely, he approached the source of the music, and rang the door bell.
At the tender age of 19, Gabriel should have been drafted to join the war, though thankfully for him, it was nearing a close when he came of age. Instead, he was sent to do missionary work along with the other Mormons of his age, and that was how he ended up in Champaign, just before the start of all the... everything. Having never held a weapon, Gabriel cowered underneath furniture, ducking beneath rubble in hopes nothing caught him. He wasn't exactly sure what was out and about. In fact, he had never seen it. The people around though certainly acted like something was happening.

Gabriel had clutched several copies of his bible, some taken from the body of his late friend, killed by one of the whatevers that he didn't catch sight of because really, how could he know what one of them looked like? On top of that, bandits and looters which may or may not have actually been present before the whole happening, though the police raids and such following the lock down was certainly not something Gabriel was waiting for.

At that moment, he was holed up inside a hospital. He wasn't in there originally. In fact, he had leapt from one building to that one, doing a spin, the athleticism his dance training provided being a great asset as he climbed into an open window. Stealing was definitely not something Gabriel had the heart to do, though if nobody was inside, he reasoned that would simply be scavenging. After all, he was hungry and who knew when he would need first aid, not that he would be able to provide it to himself given circumstances.


Name: Gabriel Grant

Age: 19

Occupation: Missionary

Skills: Religion, Money, First Aid, Choreography, Singing

Faults: Physically Frail, Easy to Frighten, Naive, Creationist

History: Gabriel was born to Mormon parents in the Mormon city of Salt Lake City. He is a Mormon, and an enthusiastic one at that. His parents and his church were major players in shaping his life and he appreciates everybody within his extended biological family and his church, though many view Gabriel as being obnoxious. His parents were fairly reasonable people, small business owners. His mother was an accountant and taught him a good deal about finance as did his church. He is friendly enough, and sometimes comes off as a little too friendly.

Gabriel had few school friends. He did, of course, attend a parochial school which taught religion as much as it did other subjects. He spent a lot of time with his elementary school choir teacher, who helped Gabriel especially with hitting high notes, and Gabriel still misses him. High school was more or less a blur to Gabriel, though it was where he met his partner on his Mission.

When it came time to do his missionary work, Gabriel's dream was to go to Florida. He begged for days, though in the end, he and his partner were sent to Illinois, and Gabriel couldn't complain, as he preached the Lord's word.

After the lock down, or really right as it happened, Gabriel's partner on the mission died, killed mysteriously when Gabriel turned around, then back to notice his partner's body bisected cleanly from the waist. Needless to say, he ran as far as possible and hid somewhere.

Equipment: A fanny pack, several copies of The Book of Mormon, a wallet with a good deal of money in it, a can of pepper spray, a whistle

Feel free to add anything else you feel necessary.
@Lord Orgasmo

I've got a different character concept in mind that might be better than the current one I have. Is it alright if I changed my character? I don't want to play multiple characters for one RP.
Bumping for the day.
@Lord Orgasmo

Hey so you didn't specify a month. So is this during the Vietnam War or after?
Name: Gabriel Grant

Age: 19

Occupation: Missionary

Skills: Religion, Money, First Aid, Choreography, Singing

Faults: Physically Frail, Easy to Frighten, Naive, Creationist

History: Gabriel was born to Mormon parents in the Mormon city of Salt Lake City. He is a Mormon, and an enthusiastic one at that. His parents and his church were major players in shaping his life and he appreciates everybody within his extended biological family and his church, though many view Gabriel as being obnoxious. His parents were fairly reasonable people, small business owners. His mother was an accountant and taught him a good deal about finance as did his church. He is friendly enough, and sometimes comes off as a little too friendly.

Gabriel had few school friends. He did, of course, attend a parochial school which taught religion as much as it did other subjects. He spent a lot of time with his elementary school choir teacher, who helped Gabriel especially with hitting high notes, and Gabriel still misses him. High school was more or less a blur to Gabriel, though it was where he met his partner on his Mission.

When it came time to do his missionary work, Gabriel's dream was to go to Florida. He begged for days, though in the end, he and his partner were sent to Illinois, and Gabriel couldn't complain, as he preached the Lord's word.

After the lock down, or really right as it happened, Gabriel's partner on the mission died, killed mysteriously when Gabriel turned around, then back to notice his partner's body bisected cleanly from the waist. Needless to say, he ran as far as possible and hid somewhere.

Equipment: A fanny pack, several copies of The Book of Mormon, a wallet with a good deal of money in it, a can of pepper spray, a whistle

Name: Smuglyanka Bazilevskayov

Age: 21

Occupation: Unemployed

Skills: Cooking, squatting, drinking, video games, Russian language

Faults: Speaks broken English, has impaired social skills on top of that, can't hold down a job

History: Smuglyanka had lived in the USSR with her parents for most of her life. In Russia, Smuglyanka had a decent amount of friends who she talked to, hung out with, played with, and the like. She was more or more accustomed to the more structured grind of life. There, she was more or less a normal person. In her mid-teens, however, Smuglyanka moved to the United States with her parents, who wanted to flee the USSR for fear of their lives, taking with them only what was necessary. She lived in Illinoise for the rest of her life, going to school there. Being an immigrant and not actually speaking much English, she had grown reclusive. She skated through High School, then attended a community college for a year before giving up having lost all drive to, and instead choosing to live off her parents' money. On the day the lock down was in effect, her parents left the house defiantly wanting to get food. Smuglyanka, of course, stayed home and on the internet. When the power finally cut out was the first time Smuglyanka thought to look for the parents who had not returned.

Equipment: A police grade M16 rifle looted from the body of a dead police man, a bag of sunflower seeds, half a bottle of vodka, and a Soviet-style waffle iron.

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Edited because M4 wasn't a thing in the 70s and to say my character was from the USSR.

Also, nurses, EMTs, and doctors aren't the same progression. Lots of folks in the medical fields will switch from one to another (Usually nurse to EMT or EMT to nurse), but there's a bit of difference between them and you need a different certification for each one. Also an Epipen /is/ an adrenaline needle.
@Medjedovic

Make more NPCs; Follow the other advice I gave you two pages ago.
I've decided I want to drop this game anyways. It feels like I'm mostly pushing people to post which is not a thing I want to do- especially because it creates poor quality posts.
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