MisterMonkeyFace

Sound and Fury

This is beginning to make me a sad monkey.

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

Though he grunted with frustration at Horus' lackadaisy attitude, he couldn't do much about it. When the other returned with the purell, he sighed and laid out another strip of his pant leg before pouring most of the bottle out on it. After letting it evaporate, he folded the strip of cloth up into a pad of make-shift gauze and clenched his teeth. The colonel gripped the jagged metal in his and suppressed a howl of pain as he carefully pulled it out. With that done, Carter quickly pressed the sanitized cloth against the hole in his leg and affixed it with a final strip of cloth from his pant leg. "Fuck... If we make it back, I'm making sure that fire happy soldier gives me two hundred fucking pushups..." The colonel laughed, joking with himself. Horus was never a talkative one, so he left him be. Besides... He was harder headed than a bull.

(I couldn't think of much to do for now, I'm sorry.)

Island of the Corrupt

(apologies for lateness.)

Ralph awoke on the hot beach, groaning quietly as he stirred. His hands moved in the sand for a few moments before he sat up with a little gasp. After a quick rise to his feet, the man looked around slowly taking his surroundings in. It was a beach... Ocean on one side, and a rather grim looking forest on the other. The hot sun beat down on him as he sat back down with a frustrated growl, clenching his fists a little bit as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. It wasn't long before it occurred to him he didn't recall his own name! It was concerning... Frantically, he checked his person for any sort of clue. The orange jump suit he wore had 'RALPH' printed across the chest in bold letters, so that had to be it... "But why the hell am I wearing a jump suit?..." The man muttered to himself, frowning with concern.

Moments later, he paused. Thinking about prisons had brought him... A small whiff of pride and some resentment. He remembered a young man being beaten, but... Nothing else. "Was I one of the ones killing that kid?..." Ralph asked himself, folding his arms to think on it for a few moments. However the sun was beginning to burn much too hot for his liking. "I guess I should get up and see if I can build a shelter... I need to find fresh water, too... Especially with the sun..."

With that, the man rose to his feet and stretched before slowly walking toward the forest. As he did so, he checked the rest of his person for anything that may be useful... Nothing but a pocket knife, but it was a useful tool. "Find a decent stick and I can carve a spear..."

Sound and Fury

Name(s): Kellan Jacobs

Gender: male

Age: 25

Personality: Quiet by nature, Kellan usually isn't one to strike up a conversation under normal circumstances. Though when addressed he's polite and friendly, keeping whatever harsh words he may have bit back. Things are easier when you don't antagonize anyone, though he won't stand for being pushed around. The man looks out mostly for himself however, he likes everyone to get a fair shake.

Appearance:

Occupation: engineer

Biography:

The beginning of Kellan's life was in an orphanage. The children weren't abused or malnourished, but there was a dreadful shortage of toys. Luckily, the young Jacobs boy found he had a knack for making things. He traded the little knick knacks and deformed dolls for the occasional dollar and whatever snacks the others had set aside for later. Inspired by his success, the boy seeked out the knowledge he'd need to make more things. It was always satisfying to finish something, and trading it for something you wanted, even more so. He sought out books and whatever time he could ge ton a computer researching how electricity worked, how to work with wood, etc.

After turning 18, the young man resolved to go to college. He paid for it through government grants and a job fixing electrical appliances. Whilst enrolled, he got an internship helping with the construction of buildings and contract work. He learned quite a bit here, the most important of which was that the engineer is, most of all, someone who finds a solution to problems.

Skills:
Tinkerer: Tinkering in his spare time trying to make anything useful has given Kellan a unique perspective on how certain objects could be combined.
Strong back: Construction isn't an easy job, and to get to the top anywhere, you start at the bottom. Manual labor has made sure his body is in decent shape.
problem solver: There's always another possible solution is something Kellan believes, and in his lifespan he's learned to keep track of as much as possible about a situation to try to come up with another, better solution.
electrician: Building is just the first part of construction. Engineering requires you know every piece of wire running through your designs and how electricity works.

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Fucking bale?

And I'd stated he uses whatever's around to his benefit. Take for example... Honestly I can't think of any examples at the moment. I can just remove it.

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

"I woulda killed'em, but... That's easier." Carter muttered, groaning just slightly in pain as he was lifted back up and the two shuffled into the bank. Once set down, he huffed quietly and bit his lip just slightly as his fingers ran over the metal lodged in his right leg. "Damnit..." The colonel muttered, though when Horace told Greg he was on his own he raised his head to protest. However, before he could get a single word out, Horace had lifted him on his back. He managed a grunt of frustration, but sighed and hung on the other man's shoulders as he was lugged up the stairwell. Even if he'd said something, Horace was as hard headed as the came and it would be too much work convincing him to go with Greg.

Upstairs, when he was set back on the ground Carter went to work. First, he laid Greg's pistol on the ground and pulled his entrenching tool out of its sheathe. He cut lengthwise down his pant leg from the wound and then removed the cloth below it. Carefully, he sliced the cloth into strips and tied one tightly around his leg above the wound. He'd remove the metal chunk soon, though he stopped to look up at the psycho he was stuck with. "You should have gone with him... It's safe here and I can still shoot straight." With his objections known, he shook his head and sighed. "See if you can find a medical kit somewhere... I need something clean to bandage this with if I'm gonna pull it out."

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Hider

Name(s): Kellan Jacobs

Gender: male

Age: 25

Personality: Quiet by nature, Kellan usually isn't one to strike up a conversation under normal circumstances. Though when addressed he's polite and friendly, keeping whatever harsh words he may have bit back. Things are easier when you don't antagonize anyone, though he won't stand for being pushed around. The man looks out mostly for himself however, he likes everyone to get a fair shake.

Appearance:

Occupation: engineer

Biography:

The beginning of Kellan's life was in an orphanage. The children weren't abused or malnourished, but there was a dreadful shortage of toys. Luckily, the young Jacobs boy found he had a knack for making things. He traded the little knick knacks and deformed dolls for the occasional dollar and whatever snacks the others had set aside for later. Inspired by his success, the boy seeked out the knowledge he'd need to make more things. It was always satisfying to finish something, and trading it for something you wanted, even more so. He sought out books and whatever time he could ge ton a computer researching how electricity worked, how to work with wood, etc.

After turning 18, the young man resolved to go to college. He paid for it through government grants and a job fixing electrical appliances. Whilst enrolled, he got an internship helping with the construction of buildings and contract work. He learned quite a bit here, the most important of which was that the engineer is, most of all, someone who finds a solution to problems.

Skills:
Tinkerer: Tinkering in his spare time trying to make anything useful has given Kellan a unique perspective on how certain objects could be combined.
Strong back: Construction isn't an easy job, and to get to the top anywhere, you start at the bottom. Manual labor has made sure his body is in decent shape.
problem solver: There's always another possible solution is something Kellan believes, and in his lifespan he's learned to keep track of as much as possible about a situation to try to come up with another, better solution.
making do: Starting off with nothing, he's learned to use whatever's around to his benefit.
electrician: Building is just the first part of construction. Engineering requires you know every piece of wire running through your designs and how electricity works.

Finally got my cs up. I'm sorry about the wait. However I do have a question...

do you want a banana? youtube.com/watch?v=yModCU1O..

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edit: Sincere apologies... I've been having trouble deciding on what sort of character to make... After I sleep, it shouldn't be too long before I have one up.

Sound and Fury (Survival/Intrigue Roleplay, with a dash of PvP)

I'll throw my shit at this.
(that's a good thing.)

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

Carter nodded in agreement, groaning a little as the captain helped him limp along. He still held his submachine-gun in the arm that wasn't around Greg's shoulders, ready to fire. Though the streets ahead of them were mostly clear. The colonel clenched his teeth as pain flared up in his leg with every step, and if it weren't for Greg he probably would have collapsed by now. The bank was only a few blocks away, though as far as the old soldier was concerned, it could've been a mile.

The two crossed a couple of blocks without incident, avoiding whatever undead were shambling about with relative ease. Most were entranced in the motel's fiery demise. However, just before they reached their destination a small group of fifteen infected wandered out of a nearby alley on the two soldiers' right. "Shit..." Carter groaned, quickly bringing his weapon up. He began to fire, emptying half of his mag in 3 round bursts in an attempt to kill some of them. The first volley struck a female directly in the chest, though the recoil pushed a round upward and through its throat, leaving it nothing more than a corpse with a snapping head. The second and third bursts found their marks right in the foreheads of two more infected. However, his next two shots did nothing but burrow harmlessly into the infecteds' torsos.