Rosalind

The Infected [Zombie, Horror, Action, Survival]

As soon as I can get my son to sleep I will get an OOC sorted. This heat is really making the little tyke grumpy.

Anima - PM me the character idea and I'll see if it will fit in with the story and Barrowside regime.

The Infected [Zombie, Horror, Action, Survival]

ruler710 said
Interested. Is there any hard limit to the number of professions we can have? Because I haven't decided what to be. Also is it possible that later on if one of us dies we can create a new character that can join the group?

Pretty much. The Barrowside will be ridiculously strict and very orderly.

And nomad characters are allowed, yes. However, there has to be a very good story to this and how they have survived in a contaminated world.

The Infected [Zombie, Horror, Action, Survival]

Sure.

The Infected [Zombie, Horror, Action, Survival]

Glad to have you on board. Got to love a good old Zombie saga.

Just to let people know, I will be playing as the medic.

The Infected [Zombie, Horror, Action, Survival]

PLOT (Skip to below for the short version)


2012. The world is terrified by some now unknown localized weather event, prompting increased efforts to preserve nature by reducing man's impact on the environment.


2019. Mankind perfects clean fuel technologies that have promise to replace all prior harmful fuels.

2021. New legislation significantly increases implementation of the clean fuel technologies worldwide.


2022. Scientists measure a significant global drop in temperature anomalies. Glaciers demonstrate an annual average increase in size.

2024. By this date, clean fuel has become the new international standard. Innovative projects begin to reverse the harmful effects of industrialization on the Earth.

2029. Satellites numerous spot unknown objects within the solar system. Later that year, humans make first contact with intelligent extra terrestrial (ET) lifeforms. The encounter is fatal. By the end of the year, Earth is under new management.

2030s. The alien invaders ransack the planet. Natural resources are sapped. The industrialized ETs pollute the world with strange chemicals. The destruction of the biosphere takes a matter of months. Human population is estimated to have dropped from 9.5 billion to less than 500 million, a significant portion of which are enslaved.

Earth today. Year unknown to them. Population unknown. ETs have abandoned the planet. Their occupation of Earth left the once green world torn and barren. The skies are consistently grey; the atmosphere has been imbued with ash and poisonous fumes. The average human lifespan has been reduced by at least one fourth. Most of humanity's history has been lost and forgotten.

But perhaps the most terrifying of the blights brought by the ETs is the infection. Their work initiated the outbreak of something horrific: a disease of madness, corruption, and rot. Humans, ETs, and other organisms were prone to carrying the infection. Transmitted by blood, it could even be carried by insects. The ETs sprayed the air, slaughtered livestock and wildlife, all in hopes of controlling the disease. But their efforts failed, and when there own kind were being turned into mindless zombies by the thousands, they evacuated Earth completely.

What remains of mankind is forced to scavenge what little water and nourishment they can - always wary of the ruthless zombies that plague the dark world. Society has receded into a few small, scattered communities. Farming is virtually impossible in the dead world, and while people manage to survive on foods preserved from mankind's former glory days, the supplies grow thin, forcing many to leave their villages in search of better lives. Those that live alone in their own homes have turned welcome mats into fortresses, unable to trust their fellow humans out of fear of being robbed.

Armed bandits, too, carry out raids in search of supplies - some have even turned to cannibalism, just like their zombie counterparts.

As the uncounted years drag on, hanging on to life only becomes more difficult. Children are born into this desolate world, but they have little hope of living long lives. It is difficult to track their ages, as the days, nights, and months all seem to blend together. All that is known is that the air seems to get colder as time goes by. Soon, only a scarce few are left alive that remember the days of the green Earth. They pass their nostalgic stories on to the youth, and the young ones grab hold of this hope: hope that there is some way to reclaim the once beautiful world that was lost.

Perhaps there is a sanctuary out there - safe from the destruction and madness. Maybe a better place can be found. With the conditions getting worse, groups begin to form in the communities that move to find preserved lands. They gather weapons, food, and water, and set out into the deadly world, littered with the remnants of cities, the skeletons of forests, and the rotting monsters that are...

The Infected.

TL;DR
Mankind invented clean technology, seeming to save the world from pollution. However, the world was then invaded by an alien (ET) force which drained the Earth's natural resources. The ETs either caused or brought with them a disease that turns any infected animal into a zombie of its former self. This includes insects; the ETs began wiping out insects, further ruined the planet, and eventually decided that Earth was too costly to keep occupying because of the infection. The ETs abandoned Earth, which is now barren and nearly lifeless. What few humans remain now live in small communities, but since the weather keeps getting colder and supplies are running low (farming is not really possible), groups of adventurers are now going out in search of preserved pieces of the old world so that they can have better lives. However, they will likely face zombies (ET, human, and other animals), bandits, and possibly human cannibals in their travels.

Incident - 2030
Present day - 2075 (unknown to the world)

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r u l e s ;;

&& No god-modding. Keep in mind that characters need food, water, and lack the medicine we have today. No one can be immune to the infection. You have limited ammunition.

&& You can have a pet, just don't be stupid and have something like a wolf or a tiger. House pets.

&& Be respectful to other RPers (you can disrespect the zombies all you want, the soulless bastards).

&& Romance is perfectly fine. Hope and humanity may be dead, but love is not.

&& I know this RP seems pretty dismal, but humour is definitely welcome xD

&& There is a three paragraph minimum, and that sort of length for a post is more then fine. Don't feel you have to write an epic post out each time. Just so long as your spelling and grammar is fine, and there is something to read.

&& Nothing anime/emo/scene please.

&& Be sort of realistic with your characters, no 17 year old kick-ass types.

&& The plot, basically what we're doing is trying to find a better life by venturing out into the world beyond our homes. So we will need military types, scientists etc.

&& Don't go silly with your characters skills and such. I had someone try to join before with all these swords and such. Just no, okay? They are in a world that is broken and ravaged, there was not time to collect family hand-me-downs and stuff like that. Most weapons are hand made, or from the military. Keep in mind, that if your character is just your average everyday person, why would they have a gun?

&& It will start with them in the same community. I will allow a few outsiders who have just arrived, but for the most part we are all in the same place. I will be playing the medic.

&& Do NOT post your character sheet here please. I have given you the form only to work on. If you post it here I will know you haven't read the rules.

c h a r a c t e r s h e e t ;;

Appearance: (Nothing anime or cartoon, must have a real picture. A description can be added as well, but a picture is needed)
Name: (Be realistic, nothing Japanese or 'Rain' or crap like that)
Weapon: (also just quickly tell us how you got the weapon. Only the military have heavy duty guns and such, most weapons are home made. NO SWORDS)
Estimated Age: (the loss time tracking makes true age difficult to ascertain - keep in mind that any character under the approximate age of 45 is not old enough to remember the world as it was before the arrival of the ETs. The year is 2075, but the world doesn't know that. Should help you if you want your character to remember the ETs, they would have to be over 48 years old to remember them though)
Personality: (Contain the good and the bad, not interested in perfect characters)
Brief Background: (Did they grow up in a community? In a house with just their parents? Parents alive/dead? Why, if they have, have they decided to leave their community? The community they are in is called Barrowside)
Misc: (Anything that was not asked above. What does your character do job wise? Security, military, medic, teacher etc.)

m o r e i n f o r m a t i o n ;;

Barrowside This is the community where we will start this role play, and where all characters need to start. It is a large, barren stretch of land. Guarded by high walls and deep trenches that run the perimeter both inside and out. The population is the highest of record, sat at 1200. Everyone is put to work, there is no such thing as unemployment. There is also no such thing as money. Everyone lives on monthly rations, with tokens being handed over as a wage. The housing is a series of concrete cabins, and they differ depending on status and rank. There aren't any shops, however there is a trading market once a week. Mostly people will exchange a piece of carpentry for perhaps a book or more rations.

The System The System is most described as like the Military. They control and run the Barrowside community, they are both security and law. The System hold and own all forms of Gun, ammunition and any form of heavy duty weapon.

Housing This all depends on your rank or position within Barrowside, and also your professional and Marital status, whether you have children (which is limited to two).
Level 1 The highest rank (Senior System personal)
Level 2 Scientists, Engineers - Any skilled profession that is deemed important
Level 3 System Security, Enforcers (police) - Any form of muscle or security
Level 4 Medical, Any other System employees,
Level 5 Carpenters, Blacksmiths, Construction, Teachers, Trainers, Mechanics, anything deemed low priority skill

A - Unmarried/Single without children
B - Unmarried/Single with children
C - Married/In relationship with or without children

The Infected They are called The Infected, The Plague, Zombie-Cunts, Walking Dead, basically anything, but are officially called The Greys. Their skin goes grey and their eyes red and black in colour. They are slow but can only be killed by decapitation, bullet/arrow to the brain, basically any sever form of head injury. One bite is fatal.

I think I have covered it all there. So if you have any more questions, feel free to ask.

Affairs of Court

Elizabeth Tudor, the fifth Tudor child and sister to the fearsome and noble King Henry VIII sat in the great grounds of the French palace. She was set to be married to the Dauphin of France, but he had died of consumption two nights before they were due to be wed. Today she should have been a bride, but instead she sat waiting for her escort. Elizabeth was not upset about the ordeal, on the contrary she was most happy to return to her beloved England. The French court was very different; the women were brasher and had a different way to the English. Elizabeth was a true English rose and so she was not sat with a heavy heart as she awaited her escort.

Elizabeth looked down to the letter that was sent by her own brother’s hand. It was addressed to Bessie, the affectionate name that Henry had given her. The Kingdom called her The Tudor Rose, for her exquisite features and being labelled the most beautiful of the Tudors. She was tall for a female, standing at five foot and six inches, and had a feminine figure of plump breasts and curved hips. She had high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes, surrounded by lengthy lashes. Her eyes were a clear blue colour, one of the features many adored about her. She had waist length golden hair that carried a natural wave with it, which was beneath the low, fashioned French hood. Her skin was polished and blemish free, with a natural blush to her cheeks. Today she wore a purple gown; the colour of royalty.

Her ladies sat doing their embroidery and reading, whilst Elizabeth sat on the wall of the fountain. She watched the fish swim beneath the surface, lost in thought. Rumour carried that her brother had taken a liking to Anne Boleyn, and was seeking a divorce from Queen Katherine. Elizabeth did not agree with this, being of Catholic faith, and harbouring a strong love for the Spanish Queen, Elizabeth would not believe any marital union between his majesty and the whore Boleyn. Elizabeth sighed and turned away from the water, and she saw one of the French groomsmen come toward her. “Ladies” Elizabeth said and they stood as she took to her feet, to greet the man.
“Votre altesse royale” Said the man who bowed, and Elizabeth inclined her head. “Sa Grâce le duc de Buckingham est arrivé” He said in French.
“Merci monsieur” She replied before she followed the man from the grounds. Elizabeth had heard distant stories of the Duke of Buckingham, and she had to question why the King would send him. He had a way of taking maids and quite the reputation. He was a treasured friend of her brother, but she knew little else. Elizabeth had not spent much time in court, her age had kept her at Richmond Palace and was betrothed quite young. She was now 18, and was to go back to Court.

Entering the halls, the Duke stood in conversation with King Louis, and Elizabeth bowed before him. She straightened up and looked to the Duke, and was instantly startled by how handsome he was, with an almost dangerous air to him. She did not show this as King Louis spoke. “My dear Elizabeth” He spoke in broken French. “What a daughter you’d have made… and such beautiful heirs” He spoke sadly, still dressed in black. “My fondest farewells” he said kissing her.
“I leave with a heavy heart, Majesty” Elizabeth spoke, although it wasn’t exactly true. She only missed the fact that she would have one day been Queen of France. They bid their farewells, before Elizabeth followed the Duke out to the carriages. She was going home.

Affairs of Court

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Lords, Ladies and Lies of the Court

Her fingers traced over the letters, she sighed as she looked to the miniature. Her beloved Thomas Culpepper, the man she had hoped to spend her life with and bare children too, gone. The King, who himself had become infatuated with Catherine, had stolen the Courtier along in his personal entourage in the campaign in France, and Thomas had died along with his Majesty. The news had crushed her and she adorned herself in black ever since. Of course, everyone believed the Queens cousin to be in mourning for the King, but it was more personal. Catherine opened the drawer of the table and placed the letters inside, but not before pressing them to her lips. Pushing the drawer closed, Catherine stood and turned to her ladies who held a black gown up. “I think today… the blue” She said, and that infectious smile spread itself across her porcelain face. The ladies smiled and applauded, happy to have their old Mistress back. They rushed forwards to dress her in the periwinkle blue gown with ivory embroidery and beading, a colour that matched her colourings so well.

She left the rooms she occupied at Court, having not returned to her own residence, and walked down to the large halls. Catherine had been made Duchess of Cambridge, lands bestowed on her by the King. She had also been given rights to lands in Norfolk, a gift her uncle strongly disliked. She still found it so odd to think herself a Duchess, she had not long been at Court, and now had gifts, land and a Duchy, simply because the King took a fancy to her and strived to make her his, and because she was a cousin to the Queen, a member of the family who was yet to bring shame against the Howards. Hadn’t George Boelyn been rumoured to lay with Mark Smeaton? The Queens favoured musician? And dear Mary, a rumoured bastard child and ridden by Kings, both English and French. There was a lot of scandal around the Boleyn and Howard name, but the families were powerful enough to rise above it.

She walked down accompanied by her retinue of Ladies, her golden hair in curls beneath the small, fashioned French hood at the back of her head. She looked her finest and had her smile upon her face, and she neared the halls she inclined her head. “Her Grace, the Duchess of Cambridge” Called the male and Catherine entered the already noisy hall. She made straight for her cousin and she paused before the royal table. “Your majesty” Catherine said in her crystal tone, lowering down into a courtesy. “Cousin” She added as she straightened up. “I offer sincerest gratitude to you, for allowing my extended stay at Court” She said to her cousin as someone offered her a cup of wine. She raised the cup to the queen and took a sip before moving away. She would not dine at the royal table; she had little appetite as it was, but preferred to be at a more social stand point. She drank deeply from her cup as she spoke with her ladies, laughing and observing the men within the hall. Another cup was handed to her and she sipped from it, before the ladies turned giggling.

“Your Grace” came a voice, and Catherine turned and her fingers moved to wipe away the wine that spilled from her lips. A silky broken French voice had purred to her, and she smiled to the courtier. He offered his hand as music began and Catherine giggled and gave her cup to one of her ladies.
“My lord” she said placing her hand into his palm and followed him to the centre of the room. She stood opposite him and into his handsome features and she curtseyed as he bowed, before walking forwards and twirling round him. The dull ache of losing her precious Culpepper still throbbed in her chest, but as she slipped into the merry court life, and the happiness that dance gave her, the ache subdued. She placed her thin hand upon his shoulder as he placed his on hers. They stepped forwards and then back, side and then to the other, moving as the dance called for it. In a swirl of curls and skirts, she spun around, being the accomplished and fluid dancer, many had stood and clapped their hands to the dance.

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