Scavenger

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

On his way out the exit, Alexander (unknown to most) was interrupted by a somewhat drunk man, probably from England based on his words. As the two men both backed up, Alex made sure this wasn't a purposeful introduction to an attack, and saw a look of shock on the man's face. The English man claimed "it wasn't his night," and asked if Alex was "a guard or a blue top". Alex knew what a guard was, of course, but had never heard of "blue top."

"Neither," Alex replied, "I am a Scavenger, and I will carry my weapons wherever I so chose." Alex figured that this man might be a good fellow, but as a drunk man, he should probably be left alone until morning.

"Are you still sober enough to tell me where any tents are that I can fall asleep in, or do I have to ask another person." All Alex was hoping for was that the guards or the "blue tops" didn't show up, and didn't know about him until morning. Although, getting an answer would be nice, and getting a map of the base would be better...

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Sorry 'bout that is this better or more?

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Most people started to get back to their games and drinks, but some stayed staring at the man. He looked around, not moving his head, only his eyes, to look at all the people. He appeared to be studying the people. After finishing his drink, he pulled up his hood, covering his face, and started to leave. Someone stopped him before he could make it out the door...
(any guests or people in the Bar-n go ahead if you want and role-play that you stopped me on the way out, I may be willing to do shady work or lessen the power of the Japanese. I might just get supplies, or whatever is needed.)

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Name: Alexander "Alex" Gallen

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Description:
{Name unknown by most. I love role-play so someone can be my accomplice :) } A tall, Caucasian from Florida, he is around 6" 1'. He is lean and slightly tanned, strong in upper and lower body. He has some facial hair, but not much, due to his large knife strapped on his chest. a somewhat shy man, who keeps to himself, and only speaks loudly when around a small group of friends that may not still be alive. he has a scar on his face, from a mutant wolf claw, and he has a spot on his left shoulder he makes sure is well covered...

Biography:
Born and raised along the east coast of America, Alexander has always wanted to travel to Europe, at least until the outbreak. He has/had (unknown) a younger sister, mother, and step-dad. He always loved the outdoors, and lucky for him, loved to role-play apocalypse situations as a kid. He also loved to parkour in his free time, and is very fit due to it. Not a drinker or smoker, though does love the woods. In schooling, his mother always pushed him to new limits, leading to him being in advanced math and history classes, in both middle and high school. He didn't have many friends in high school, and didn't like many sports. The only true friends he had were a small group of about 5-8 people.
Although they were small in number, his friends and him made a YouTube channel, and saw each-other almost every weekend. They would role-play, shoot guns, parkour, and make videos on his channel (he was the owner of said channel).
Alexander was close with his mother, mainly due to the fact that his parents were divorced, and he only got to see his dad on the summers. When he was with his mom, it was the school-year, so he lived regularly. When Alex was with his dad, however, they went sailing, hiking, camping, and fishing.
Alexander was trying to become a famous archaeologist, and succeeded. He discovered lost cities, ancient religions, and lost civilizations no-one had ever heard of. He made award winning fantasy books, like The Dragon's Lover, and Lost in the City of Time (I don't know if they are real book names or not :) ).
Alexander got a master's degree in Archaeology, and owned a mustang, a nice house, a large plot of wooded land, and he had a wife, and two kids. (They are of unknown location to them, which might be why he actually drank liquor for the first time since he was 21.)

Pre-infection Career:
An archaeologist who specialized in ancient Mayan cities. Parkoured and wrote stories in free-time.

Other:
Wears jeans, a t-shirt, and leather "armor" scraps over his clothes. Also has a paintball mask made into a gas-mask. In his camel-pack he has a mostly full water skin, a loaf of bread, some painkillers and vitamins, a Zippo black lighter, and some extra mags for his guns. Extra t-shirt and two pants included.

New Player

I am sure I will be glad I found this site. I have always loved Role-playing and can't wait to get in depth. Me and my friend actually made a Role-play game to play when at school. We were tired of "Role-plays" that had a limited amount of choices, so in this one, you could literally do whatever you realistically could.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Rain, great for masking your sound. A strange man, whom no-one recognized, thought to himself as walked in through the entrance to the camp. He didn't look like a standard civilian, nor a guard. Some-what like a mix. He wore dark, strengthened leather armor pieces over his t-shirt and pants. He had sneakers that were slightly worn, but could last for still some time. On his back was a large camel-pack, which was when people started to realize this must be one of the fabled Scavengers. The Scavengers rarely came into camps, and spent almost all of their time looting and in abandoned cities. They were the closets one to the undead, and the farthest from them. Strapped to this man's hip was a pistol, that lucky enough, had a silencer on it. Also across his back was a rifle with a decent scope, but no silencer was seen on this weapon, though it was hard to tell in the rain and dark...

This strange man made his way toward an area of commotion, some kind of barn, it appeared. Once inside, a hush fell upon the place. This man, a white man with a mop of blond hair, sat at the barn and order a drink. The bartender was a little weary by now, and somewhat afraid of the man. Not only did he have the guns, but he had a large knife across his chest. When the bartender slipped him a drink, the man passed him a small amount of vitamins. the bartender was shocked, but the man told him in a somewhat gruff voice to keep them, and proceeded to sip on his drink, all eyes on him...