OutlawedPanda

The Last of Us

As I walked away from the military truck, rations in tow, I clumsily bumped into a soldier. He turned with a disgruntled curl of his lip. “Hey, watch it, girl!” He nudged me away with his assault rifle and returned to watching the crowd of people who were gathering to get there food. I wasn’t going to have to wait hours, though. I’d gotten up before the sun did and come down right as people started to fill the area.

I absently brushed the wrinkles from my red plaid shirt and shoved my free left hand into the pocket of my jeans and fingered my rations card. I looked up past the Boston buildings up to the dim sky where the sun had just begun to rise. It was early, and I guessed that Daniel would probably be still asleep when I got back. He wasn’t an early riser, albeit neither was I. One must go to sleep to begin with to be considered an early riser. I didn’t sleep much anymore, so I always felt a sense of tire throughout the day.

I apprehensively turned the corner that I used as a shortcut. Everyday, he was always there: Mercer Liston. The residential “bully” of our area of the city, Mercer had unfortunately picked me as his favorite Target. He’d not tried anything truly violent yet, but I doubted he would. No, he didn’t fear me at all. Fourteen; barely five foot, three; and reaching a maximum of one hundred pounds -- I wasn’t much to be afraid of. No, it was my brother, Daniel, that kept him in check. Twenty one; six foot, five; and about two hundred pounds -- Yes, Daniel Crowe was someone to be afraid of.

And so; this day was like any other; Mercer sat on his apartment steps, lurking like a malnourished Clicker. Fortunately today, he did not have his buddies hanging around with him. He stood up with his impish grin and walked smugly to me. “Emma Jane Crowe!” He refused to call me anything but such; full name and all. “How are we doing today?” He walked at my side and slung his arm over my shoulder.

“I was not bad until you showed up, Liston.” I muttered. He laughed again, moved his arm and gave me an uncomfortable pat on the butt.

“You do make me disgusted so, Ms. Crowe!” He sighed and punched me roughly on the shoulder. “But- uh - you’re not sore on the eyes.”

“Go away before I call the soldiers.” I then lifted the front of my shirt and gripped the barrel around the 9mm pistol in my waistband. “Or I could deal with you myself?” To this, Mercer gave a giddy laugh and clapped loudly.

“Where’d you get that little number, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow quizzically.

“Found it.”

“Oh really? And I guess you’ll be telling me that you’re now best friends with Joel and Tess?” He laughed at his joke.
“Go away, Mercer.” I groaned. “I need to go home.”

“Until next time, Emma Jane Crowe!”

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So I won't make any excuses but I'll just let you know that this is my first time GMing an RP, so don't grab your pitch forks yet. I'm writing the IC startup as we speak

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Accepted, penguin!

I'll have the IC up tonight and we can get started.

@Destario it is definitely not to late. We're always open

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All apps since last accept are accepted as well.

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By the way: I was wonder who is going to be in the QZ and who's gonna be outside it. Could we get try to figure out who's where?

Walking Dead rp

Daniel - Clearview Mall - Amelia and Shannon

Daniel shook his head at Shannon's comment. "I'm afraid not, but I believe you're smart enough not to die." Unless you have eleven years to spare... He went the the truck bed and pulled out his bag. "But there's your first trick-or-treaters over there." He cocked his head in the direction of the distant walkers. "And I'll bet good money that we'll find a ghost and maybe a Frankenstein inside." He slid the straps of his rucksack over his shoulders and pulled his pistol from his waistband, half-cocking the chamber to check for a round.

He nodded as Amy noted the he should take point. Daniel assumed position and began forward away from the truck. "Keep an eye on my six." He called back. It felt good to do this; he loved the feeling. His adrenaline was picking up and he felt himself become more aware. Just like the field... He slowed as they came to the glass doors, and he peered inside to look around quickly. He saw no threat through the dirty glass, and he forced the doors open, as the automated slide was definitely out of order by now. The large hall was open and uncluttered, but garbage and trashcans were scattered here and there.

The hall conjoined with into a four-way intersection, where four red pillars stood and touched the ceiling. At the end of the opposite hallway, he spotted a large Target sign. "Should we hit the Target first?"

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Nobodyman123 said
Appearance: (not crazy about this picture, but hey)Name: Matthew Schafer Age: 24Gender: Male Faction: SurvivorShort History: Matt was only 4 when the world went to hell. Despite his parents being suburbanites with very little outdoors experience, Matt and his family managed to survive for nearly six years out in the wilderness of the Midwest. When Matt was only ten years old, both his parents went out to look for supplies and never came back. After nearly a week of living on his own in their family tent, a strange man came walking through. He was a giant, with a large woodcutters axe and a blank look in his eyes. He spoke very little, but he called himself Karl, and he claimed to be a follower of the old ways. Matt thought Karl was mentally handicapped, but he decided to follow the giant towards the east coast. Karl told Matt about the ways of Karl's forefathers. Karl believes that Ragnarok, the End of Times, was upon the world. Matt tried to make himself useful, and Karl liked him enough to teach him axe-work. One day, when Matt was still a young teen, Karl quietly passed away in his sleep. Since then, Matt has been making his way across the American Northeast, surviving as best as he could. Weapons:(Max of 3): Brunhilde (woodcutter's axe): This two-handed axe belonged to Karl, but is now Matt's weapon of choice. It is fairly heavy, but Karl taught him how to control the axe's weight and swing it effectively.Glock 9mm: A gun that Matt's father had given while Matt was still with his parents.Other Equipment: A sturdy coat, some food and a half a bottle of painkillersAnything Else: I know what you are thinking. No, I am not trying to bring a magical element into The Last of Us. Karl was just kind of crazy, not a magic shaman berserker. Ok, maybe a bit of a berserker, but not a superhero.

Accepted! Your all good, I understood what you meant.

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OOC is up! I won't be able to do anything tonight, but Atom and Myst will be accepting apps. Have fun everyone!

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Freeroam Roleplay

In 2013, a fungal infection called the Cordyceps Brain Infection broke out as a pandemic across the United States and the world. After a brief struggle to eradicate the virus hope was lost as to ever finding a cure as it spread like wildfire.
Quarantine zones were set up as a way to protect the ones who were still living, and to keep out the dead. These Quarantine Zones became military states. Rules were harsh and enforced firmly. Very few elderly and young children survived life inside what was supposed to be a safe haven.
Now the BQZ (Boston Quarantine Zone) has become like many other zones : divided by factions that each follow different ideals. But the military still rules, and they make sure no one forgets this fact.
This is our world now.
This is the world you must survive in.
Are you strong enough to be the last of us?

The Infected

Runners

Runners are the first and weakest stage of the Infected who have recently entered their transformation. Since the eyes are first targeted by the fungus, runners have poor eyesight, but maintain many human instincts. For example, their moans are still human, just like their overall appearance. A way to tell them apart from normal survivors is their glowing red eyes. Their body language is sluggish while they are passive, suggesting they are resisting the fungus's influence. Sometimes they do not attack at all, even when non-infected individuals are right in front of them. These non-aggressive runners will only attack if attacked first or when an object is thrown at or near them, thus losing control. Much like sneezing, the urge to attack after such interactions happens involuntarily and unwillingly by the host. Runners are confirmed to be able to attack in packs flailing their arms trying to trample the survivor.

Stalkers

Stalkers are the second stage of the Infected. They have the vision and speed of Runners and a slightly weaker enhanced echolocation of Clickers. The most notable physical traits that define the "Stalkers" is the distinct croaking noises they make, the beginning of fungal growths on the head and face with only one eye left, the development of pseudo echolocation, and their discretion upon spotting a victim at distance - they will strafe and take cover, eventually closing in on the victim, hence the name "Stalker". Up-close, Stalkers are very aggressive and will charge immediately at the victim without hesitation. Stage 2 may take place anywhere between a few days after the start of the infection (Stage 1) and up to a year (Stage 3).

Clickers

Clickers are the third and most distinctly recognized stage of the Infected. They have had prolonged exposure to the fungus, and now possess strength that significantly surpasses the average human. This makes them deadlier, but at the price of being completely blind due to fungal infection overtaking their face. However, Clickers are able to maneuver through areas by utilizing echolocation, which produces noticeable clicking noises to locate sources of sound.
Clickers appear less human than Runners, with faces that are skewed and scarred by fungus developed from their infected brains. Clickers are dangerous and much more aggressive than Runners, and no longer resist the fungus because their humanity has been eliminated. Interestingly, most of the Clickers seen in the game appear to have been female humans.
When provoked, a Clicker will immediately enter into a "berserk mode," aggressively flailing its arms. At this point, if a survivor has been "spotted" by a Clicker, the Clicker will attack head on and will not flinch when shot unless using high powered rounds.

Bloaters

Bloaters are the fourth, final, and most dangerous stage of the Infected. Bloaters take the longest to develop, making them the rarest of the infected. They are covered in thick fungus that effectively doubles as armor plate. Due to this protective covering, they can withstand multiple hits from weapons such as the Shotgun and Hunting Rifle, and even hatchets and machetes making them extremely tough to eliminate. Bloaters are extremely aggressive, but are rather slow-moving causing them to be more predictable than other infected. Like Clickers, Bloaters 'see' using echolocation to locate and trap a survivor as the fungus has completely deformed their face and blinded them, though their echolocation is a lot less refined than the Clickers. If a Bloater grabs a survivor, it will forcefully rip their jaw apart through brute strength, or grab the player's head and smash it, killing them instantly. There is no way to defend yourself if grabbed - the result is an instant kill. Bloaters will throw sacks of Mycotoxin, a toxin produced by many fungi in the real world. The sack will explode on impact, spraying the target with the toxin. The Mycotoxin will hurt the player over time, so it is recommended to avoid these deadly clouds.
Bloaters, like all Infected, have a weakness to fire. When set ablaze a Bloater will wildly thrash around trying to put out the flames. After being immolated, they will be charred black and smoking. Their armor will also be charred and brittle, making them vulnerable to low-powered weapons. Despite this weakness, fire-based weapons such as Flamethrowers or Molotov cocktails still require multiple uses before killing a bloater. Their other less effective weakness if fire is inaccessible is armor piercing rounds from an upgraded weapon like the hunting rifle. It will take fewer shots to kill if the weapon has the Power and Armor-piercing upgrade.

Factions

Survivors

After the outbreak of CBI and general collapse of civilized society, the United States government was liquidated save for a single branch and the military, which initiated a state of martial law and placed all survivors under lockdown in walled-off QZ's. Many survivors went crazy after the outbreak, even starting riots in cities across the country and eliminating many Quarantine Zones and, after driving the soldiers away, establishing civilian control of them.

Smugglers

Smugglers are survivors who take jobs involving sneaking people, supplies and illegal items past military-guarded areas for payment. Many turn to smugglers in order to get into Quarantine Zones when they lack proper identification forms or paperwork.

Hunters

After the outbreak of cordyceps brain infection, the people of Pittsburgh gradually became impatient with FEDRA, accusing them of being corrupt liars when they ran short on rations or simply did not distribute food regularly.[1] Eventually, after a protest was violently put down with at least three people executed and branded as traitors, the citizens rose up against the military and state of martial law. The surviving soldiers abandoned the city, the rioting citizens took complete control of the perimeter, demonstrating their animalistic brutality by killing any travelers passing through the area in order to steal their possessions. Because of this behavior, they became known to outsiders as hunters, and referred to outsiders as tourists.

GM's: (Head)OutlawedPanda, (Co)Myst, (Co)Atomyk

Myst and Atom can accept apps too.

RULES:
1. There will be no vulgarity and I would like to keep language to a minimum.
2. Do not be a GODMODDER.
3. What you know Ooc does not always translate IC.
4. Agree with people before killing someone'

Application!

Appearance:(No Anime Pictures! You will be asked to redo)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Faction:(Survivor, Military, Hunters, Smugglers)
Short History:
Weapons:(Max of 3)
Other Equipment:
Anything Else(Questions? Comments? Smart Remarks?)

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Zaga! Good to see you here! We're working on the OOC right now. Atomyk and Myst(Two of the coolest people on this guild) are gonna be my Co-GM's