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@Acid Hippie My character will not have qi abilities going into the RP, but will have to develop his qi abilities throughout the RP. That being said do I still have to write them in? (element being fire)

Pandemic

@Deathsong12 this is pretty interesting

..::Ascension::..

@Rai I'll try to get one up soon

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Phoenix “Ace” Lancaster

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Deep in the wilderness, south of Algonquin Provincial Park

November, 11, 2017

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You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

Marcus Aurelius

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It was late in the afternoon, trees with orange leaves, an orange sky with dark clouds looming above. It was slightly misty and the ground was damp. A young man was laying on the moist dead leaves that blanketed the forest floor, rifle butt pressed against his should and its barrel resting on his backpack. He held its sturdy polymer grip with his cold hand as he peered through its scope with laser-like vision.

”Three fifty…. no…. three seventy five…. no…. four hundred meters… just about there…

After saying this to himself, he fell silent. Moments seemed like minutes as he took deep, paced breaths, hot exhaust flowing out of his mouth with each exhale. His mark, an elusive stag, he had been tracing it for a few weeks and it was a wondrous machine of nature. Powerful, lean muscles, large, contorted antlers, and stood with its chest puffed out for the purpose of bolstering its swagger, though it was the only deer in that field, I suppose it must have made a habit of it.

Meanwhile the young firebrand still watching vigilantly from his cozy position atop the ridge had slowed his heart rate immensely, he was calm, the crosshairs of his rifle aimed a few inches above the deer’s heart. His mind was clear, his conscious did not speak to him, even the white noise of his subconscious had mysteriously disappeared. Again, to him, time seemed to slow, he heard only the low hum of his own breath. The of the scene he saw through his scope seemed sharp and detailed. It was time, all of the factors have converged onto this moment, the tracking, the mapping, deduction, induction, and finally, luck. He slowly began to squeeze the trigger, and a high pitched bang echoed throughout the beautiful wilderness.

Birds perched high in the trees hastily took flight, and mammals on the forest floor floors scattered to their dens. It was as if the wilderness’s animal kingdom was itself a living thing, and the Hunter’s bullet had triggered it to respond with a momentary surge of adrenaline. The trees that towered over all, of course did not respond, they simply stood there swaying in the wind, indifferently observing, flame colored leaves falling preparing for the winter season.

The dead brown leaves that lay all over the forest floor were splattered with crimson blood, and they were joined by a brown dead deer. The young man stared through the scope of his rifle for a few more seconds to confirm his kill, he saw its lifeless body, and was happy that he wouldn’t have to endure any more tracking for the day. He stood up, taking one deep breath and began to head towards the deer’s carcass. He made haste and was delighted to find that greedy scavengers had not yet attempted to claim his kill for themselves. He field dressed the deer, and used his camp axe to cut down some tree branches of medium girth. He fastened them together with cordage to make a wooden frame which he tied the deer’s corpse to.

He then proceeded to drag the deer back to the central part of his Uncle Jack’s estate. Despite not having had a particularly well-paying job, he did gain an equal amount of inheritance to his two older siblings, and now owns a large tract of wilderness where he can go hunting and trapping and a large, lakeside cabin and workshop where he basically pursues his passions and hobbies. After a grueling forty minute hike during which it started to rain, the pitter patter of raindrops which the hunter found calming to the mind, helped make the hike less agonizing.

By the time he returned to the manor, he was not surprised that Jack had abandoned his forge to seek shelter inside due to the rain. The weather conditions slowly deteriorating and the sky slowly turning darker, he knew that he had to move fast. In no time at all, he skinned and butchered the deer, placing its different cuts in an iced cooler and prepping the hide for further processing. At this point he was soaked. He entered the manor, which it really wasn’t all too spectacular, slightly larger than a two story middle-income home. He wiped his boots on a mat and walked in, the heavy thumping of his boots clearly audible throughout the house.

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”Uncle jack!! Uncle Jack!!”

He didn’t appear to be downstairs, it was mostly open, he observed there to be no activity in the kitchen or the “lounge” as he would call it. He started his way up the creaking stairs.

”Resting perhaps?”

He thought to himself as he opened the door of Jack’s bedroom, only to find it empty.

”rats”

He thought. He thought for a second.

”ahhh… That must be it then.”

He said to himself as he opened the door to his Uncle’s study to find him immersed in a novel. He quickly noticed his nephews presence and with his eyes still fixated on the book and in a monotone voice he said

“Hey Phoenix, how did the hunt good, did you finally get him?”

”Lets just say we’ll be eating good tomorrow.”

Replied Phoenix, a satisfied grin grew on his face. Jack also smiled, he stood up, placing his book, open and face down on his desk. Following this, Jack excitedly said.

“oh really? How far and how many shots?”

”One at four-hundred

“OOOOO, that terrible, four hundred shots at one meter…”

Jack said sarcastically, Phoenix shot back, also in a sarcastic tone of voice.

“I know, I know, I really have to work on that trigger pull”

“No, but seriously, good work out there… that reminds me, do you know what day it is?”

Said Jack, his demeanor returning to normal. Phoenix paused for a second to think.

"....Damn, it’s my birthday?”

He was surprised, he got so caught up in this new way of life that he almost forgot.

“yes, and I think I may have a present for you… ACE”

He said, trying to give a hint.

“”…I don’t get it”

Replied Phoenix.

“What is that weapon that you tightly grasp in your left and after all of your hunts?”

”Surely you jest… I couldn’t, this is your service rifl-“

“no buts”

He was cut off.

“you earned it, you really put a lot of effort into your marksmanship skills, and though four-hundred meters isn’t that amazing, hitting the heart of a dear at that range… I’m impressed, and besides, if I ever rejoin the military, which I probably will do once you’re on your feet, I’ll get a newer, better rifle.”

He picked up his book and began to walk towards the door

”t-thank you”

Replied Ace, overjoyed that he now has a rifle. (Though he wasn’t really old enough to own one) Jack put his hand on Phoenix’s shoulder and said

“there’s no need for thanks, I’ll continue to read elsewhere, since you’re back, I’m sure you’ll want to do your own reading”

With that he left the room, Phoenix clutched the rifle, now his with both hands and grinned. He made a fist and pumped his elbow back.

”YESSS!!”

He uttered excitedly.

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He quickly refocused on the task at hand, leaning the rifle against the desk and walking over to one of the bookshelves. He picked out a textbook he had been studying. One of the sciences that utterly fascinated him was chemistry, so he now held an old college chemistry textbook which he laid out on the table and opened it to the chapter he left off at. He opened a notebook, grabbed a pencil and got busy. For three hours he worked nonstop, taking detailed notes and completing the problem sets for two chapters. Afterwards he was tired as hell. He grabbed his rifle and went downstairs and began to climb the ladder to the loft, where he kept all of his stuff and would sleep at during the colder seasons. He placed his rifle, placing it next to his gear and took off most of his clothes, leaving only his grey undershirt and boxer-briefs. He laid down in his sleeping bag, and being spent, he fell into a deep slumber almost immediately.

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@ChaoticFox ave maria, deus vult, my original, accidental post in the CS tab can be ammended

@hagroden if you're still up for it I'm interested in having my character team up with yours for a while

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Phoenix

Name: Phoenix Lancaster

Nickname: “Ace” his uncle who he has been living with for two years calls him this because he’s a good shot

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Appearance: About 5’8, Lean but solid build about 142 lbs, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

In-Depth Personality: Phoenix is kindhearted, but generally uncooperative, rebellious, a bit rude and some would say slightly anarchistic. He is very intelligent and if he stayed in school would’ve had a shot at valedictorian, but that’s not what happened at all. He rebelled against his parents in a glorius act of defiance in order to live his own life and eventually forge his own path.
When he is around his peers, he is generally an introvert, having only a few friends, though some people who knew that he was from a prestigious family would kiss his ass, and when somebody does that it grinds his gears, he doesn’t like being treated as if he was higher or better just because he was a Lancaster. When he was around the people who he actually considered his friends, he would act slightly clownish making sarcastic and edgy comments from time to time and act out in order to spread positive vibes.

When he is alone he is a totally different person, thinking about why life exists and his purpose, in a higher sense and in terms of what he wants to be. In these terms he is pretty aimless. He at the moment on the other hand has a pretty clear goal which is to not die. In order to achieve this he currently tries to keep a clear and calm head as often as he can and he tries to make concise and pragmatic decisions. This isn’t always possible, he like everyone who didn’t die initially is pretty stressed out. He was especially shaken when his uncle died, but he must keep moving on so that his guardians’ death wasn’t in vain.

Character background: Phoenix was born to a wealthy family which owned a defense corporation, the Lancasters. He was the first and only child of the couple who actually owned the defense firm, therefore they wanted to make him their heir. They had him homeschooled and were very controlling of his life, making sure he has nothing to distract him from his studies, making sure he eats the healthiest foods, and only takes in things that will make him a suitable heir. At first he was a naïve child listening to his parents, not really knowing any better, but when he grew older, that air of rebellion emanated from him, his parents didn’t like it but they couldn’t shelter him from bad influences forever. He was sent to a prestigious junior high school where he did pretty well for himself. His parents made sure that he did extremely well, giving him the best tutors that money could buy. Phoenix made friends and did some sports, which his parents allowed, knowing that an athlete would attract prestigious colleges if his stellar grades and family name didn’t. He did cross country during the fall, wrestling in the winter, and tennis in the spring. He eventually got good at all of them though he did have some trouble with tennis and wrestling at first, he made the varsity teams as a freshmen when he went to the attached high school of private school he attended.

It seemed like everything in his life had worked out perfectly. The highest grades, the richest family and a star athlete. Though he had few friends he was looked up to by many, nobody knows why he threw it all away. On day he simply vanished and nobody knows why. It was his parents controlling behavior, the stress and pain that it caused him. He had to run, and only knew one person who might take him in, his uncle. His uncle was a military man and a rat racer, his family saw him as being a nut job, but Phoenix thought he was alright. In order to get to him he had to go through a major ordeal, literally hike to Canada. At this point there was a search going on and Phoenix had to make the journey by foot if he wanted a chance at victory. At this time he had assembled a basic kit which he used to navigate the north eastern section of the U.S. until he finally crossed the border into Canada which lead to him eventually finding his uncle’s property.

Jack Lancaster was a military man and a bit of a recluse. He had hidden himself away from the world especially after the death of his wife. He had served two tours in Afghanistan as a marine scout sniper and at the time was considering moving back to the United States and undergo training to possibly join the Navy SEALs. This changed when his nephew arrived. At first, Jack was going to turn him into the police so that he could go home, but once he heard what Phoenix was subjected to by his brother he decided to take in the boy. Jack lived in the wild and seldom went out. He only got supplies that he couldn’t forage for or make himself. Jack though he may have seemed like a crazy to many, but wasn’t really. He was just a guy who wanted to live a quiet life, he could sense a similar air in his nephew Phoenix when he told him his story. That’s one of the reasons why he took him in. After that Jack taught Phoenix survival and military skills that at first Phoenix thought was unnecessary, but eventually when the outbreak occurred his opinion on this will change and he will even be grateful to his parents for pushing him so hard, although at this point all of the knowledge he gained is somewhat useless, he is happy that he acquired an excellent work ethic. One of the skills that Jack taught him was sharpshooting, with that old M24 Phoenix became so fond of. Turns out he had natural talent in regards to marksmanship with a rifle at least, afterwards he was given the nickname “Ace” which was a relief to Phoenix because it was slightly less embarrassing then his real name.

One day he and his uncle heard the emergency broadcast system go off. It detailed the nature of what was going on, the outbreak, how it was to become a pandemic. It gave a list of locations and told those who were not yet dead to go to the nearest one, theirs happened to be in Toronto. They packed their kits up and got moving, Jack taking his trusty M4 and Phoenix taking his trusty M24. They went by car at first, taking about a half an hour to exit the forest and get on a paved road. The first road that they entered was a minor highway. Things were not looking good, it was mostly abandoned, there were some cars that seemed to be left behind and there was a single moving car that they encountered that was moving in the opposite direction that the two were heading in. There they also had their first encounter with the undead. They saw what seemed to be three bloodied people, aimlessly lumbering around on the side of the road, this even freaked out jack, the war veteran, who had killed dozens during his tours. When they made it to the main highway, they saw why the previous vehicle had turned back. The highway was backed all the way up, and they were everywhere. The two made a unanimous decision to turn back and then travel parallel to the highway until they got to Toronto, which wasn’t that far from their current location anyways. They did this and walked in the woods. They walked for hours and got into some encounters with the undead, they both killed and Phoenix was shaken by what he done, but Jack reassured him and Phoenix regained composure. Once they reached the city limits of Toronto, they got into a huge melee. Jack was surrounded and killed, his last words were “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!” directed at Phoenix. He wanted to do something, but knowing that even if he could get him to the hospital provided that it wasn’t abandoned, there’s probably nothing that he could do. On that note he ran, and ran, and ran. He simply outran the undead, the endurance and agility from cross-country and tennis, later his wilderness lifestyle would finally come in handy. He eventually found an area with a very low amount of undead and is currently seeking refuge in an abandoned apartment building. He’s trying not to cry, as he reads the map and plans his next move, in reality he doesn’t know what he should do.

Equipment:
Medical kit
-Ethyl alcohol
-Bandages
-Gauze
-Medical Stitches
-Penicillin
-Basic dissection kit (a bit crude but can be used for surgery)
-A splint

Navigation/communication
-Compass
-Map
-Small hand radio

Tools
-Tomahawk
-Hunting knife
-Crowbar
-Bolt cutters
-Small spade

Gear
-Lockpicks
-Screwdriver set
-Flashlight
-Flares
-knife sharpener

Materials
-Parachord
-Duct tape
-Extra batteries

Survival
-Canteen
-Bedroll
-Water purification tablets
-Snares (2)
-Book detailing edible plants in the region

Rations/cooking
-Some beef jerky (homemade)
-Medium pack of rice
-Salt
-Cooking blend (spice)
-A pot
-A skillet
-A cooking grate

Apparel
-Light grey thermal (top only)
-Sturdy pair of dark blue jeans
-black windbreaker/raincoat
-Brownish-tan steel toed boots
-Travel pack
-Black woolen gloves
-Ski mask (usually wears as a hat)
-watch

Misc
-copy of Robinson Crusoe
-Rubix Cube

Weapons:

M24

(One of his uncle’s old service rifles, given to Phoenix on his seventeenth birthday, modified to take .308, 42 bullets, has bipod and sling)

Tomahawk

(an axe that he grabbed before leaving the cabin)

Hunting knife

(A knife that he grabbed before leaving the cabin)

-Crowbar (can be used as a weapon if he has nothing else at hand)
Quirks: Carries Robinson Crusoe with him, he does this because he basically got addicted to reading as a child (surprising, right?) and reads that book over and over (he’s a quick reader) in order to feed his habit.
Hates having his ass kissed just because he’s a Lancaster, not that that matters anymore

**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**[/sub]

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Phoenix

Name: Phoenix Lancaster

Nickname: “Ace” his uncle who he has been living with for two years calls him this because he’s a good shot

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Appearance: About 5’8, Lean but solid build about 142 lbs, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

In-Depth Personality: Phoenix is kindhearted, but generally uncooperative, rebellious, a bit rude and some would say slightly anarchistic. He is very intelligent and if he stayed in school would’ve had a shot at valedictorian, but that’s not what happened at all. He rebelled against his parents in a glorius act of defiance in order to live his own life and eventually forge his own path.
When he is around his peers, he is generally an introvert, having only a few friends, though some people who knew that he was from a prestigious family would kiss his ass, and when somebody does that it grinds his gears, he doesn’t like being treated as if he was higher or better just because he was a Lancaster. When he was around the people who he actually considered his friends, he would act slightly clownish making sarcastic and edgy comments from time to time and act out in order to spread positive vibes.

When he is alone he is a totally different person, thinking about why life exists and his purpose, in a higher sense and in terms of what he wants to be. In these terms he is pretty aimless. He at the moment on the other hand has a pretty clear goal which is to not die. In order to achieve this he currently tries to keep a clear and calm head as often as he can and he tries to make concise and pragmatic decisions. This isn’t always possible, he like everyone who didn’t die initially is pretty stressed out. He was especially shaken when his uncle died, but he must keep moving on so that his guardians’ death wasn’t in vain.

Character background: Phoenix was born to a wealthy family which owned a defense corporation, the Lancasters. He was the first and only child of the couple who actually owned the defense firm, therefore they wanted to make him their heir. They had him homeschooled and were very controlling of his life, making sure he has nothing to distract him from his studies, making sure he eats the healthiest foods, and only takes in things that will make him a suitable heir. At first he was a naïve child listening to his parents, not really knowing any better, but when he grew older, that air of rebellion emanated from him, his parents didn’t like it but they couldn’t shelter him from bad influences forever. He was sent to a prestigious junior high school where he did pretty well for himself. His parents made sure that he did extremely well, giving him the best tutors that money could buy. Phoenix made friends and did some sports, which his parents allowed, knowing that an athlete would attract prestigious colleges if his stellar grades and family name didn’t. He did cross country during the fall, wrestling in the winter, and tennis in the spring. He eventually got good at all of them though he did have some trouble with tennis and wrestling at first, he made the varsity teams as a freshmen when he went to the attached high school of private school he attended.

It seemed like everything in his life had worked out perfectly. The highest grades, the richest family and a star athlete. Though he had few friends he was looked up to by many, nobody knows why he threw it all away. On day he simply vanished and nobody knows why. It was his parents controlling behavior, the stress and pain that it caused him. He had to run, and only knew one person who might take him in, his uncle. His uncle was a military man and a rat racer, his family saw him as being a nut job, but Phoenix thought he was alright. In order to get to him he had to go through a major ordeal, literally hike to Canada. At this point there was a search going on and Phoenix had to make the journey by foot if he wanted a chance at victory. At this time he had assembled a basic kit which he used to navigate the north eastern section of the U.S. until he finally crossed the border into Canada which lead to him eventually finding his uncle’s property.

Jack Lancaster was a military man and a bit of a recluse. He had hidden himself away from the world especially after the death of his wife. He had served two tours in Afghanistan as a marine scout sniper and at the time was considering moving back to the United States and undergo training to possibly join the Navy SEALs. This changed when his nephew arrived. At first, Jack was going to turn him into the police so that he could go home, but once he heard what Phoenix was subjected to by his brother he decided to take in the boy. Jack lived in the wild and seldom went out. He only got supplies that he couldn’t forage for or make himself. Jack though he may have seemed like a crazy to many, but wasn’t really. He was just a guy who wanted to live a quiet life, he could sense a similar air in his nephew Phoenix when he told him his story. That’s one of the reasons why he took him in. After that Jack taught Phoenix survival and military skills that at first Phoenix thought was unnecessary, but eventually when the outbreak occurred his opinion on this will change and he will even be grateful to his parents for pushing him so hard, although at this point all of the knowledge he gained is somewhat useless, he is happy that he acquired an excellent work ethic. One of the skills that Jack taught him was sharpshooting, with that old M24 Phoenix became so fond of. Turns out he had natural talent in regards to marksmanship with a rifle at least, afterwards he was given the nickname “Ace” which was a relief to Phoenix because it was slightly less embarrassing then his real name.

One day he and his uncle heard the emergency broadcast system go off. It detailed the nature of what was going on, the outbreak, how it was to become a pandemic. It gave a list of locations and told those who were not yet dead to go to the nearest one, theirs happened to be in Toronto. They packed their kits up and got moving, Jack taking his trusty M4 and Phoenix taking his trusty M24. They went by car at first, taking about a half an hour to exit the forest and get on a paved road. The first road that they entered was a minor highway. Things were not looking good, it was mostly abandoned, there were some cars that seemed to be left behind and there was a single moving car that they encountered that was moving in the opposite direction that the two were heading in. There they also had their first encounter with the undead. They saw what seemed to be three bloodied people, aimlessly lumbering around on the side of the road, this even freaked out jack, the war veteran, who had killed dozens during his tours. When they made it to the main highway, they saw why the previous vehicle had turned back. The highway was backed all the way up, and they were everywhere. The two made a unanimous decision to turn back and then travel parallel to the highway until they got to Toronto, which wasn’t that far from their current location anyways. They did this and walked in the woods. They walked for hours and got into some encounters with the undead, they both killed and Phoenix was shaken by what he done, but Jack reassured him and Phoenix regained composure. Once they reached the city limits of Toronto, they got into a huge melee. Jack was surrounded and killed, his last words were “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!” directed at Phoenix. He wanted to do something, but knowing that even if he could get him to the hospital provided that it wasn’t abandoned, there’s probably nothing that he could do. On that note he ran, and ran, and ran. He simply outran the undead, the endurance and agility from cross-country and tennis, later his wilderness lifestyle would finally come in handy. He eventually found an area with a very low amount of undead and is currently seeking refuge in an abandoned apartment building. He’s trying not to cry, as he reads the map and plans his next move, in reality he doesn’t know what he should do.

Equipment:
Medical kit
-Ethyl alcohol
-Bandages
-Gauze
-Medical Stitches
-Penicillin
-Basic dissection kit (a bit crude but can be used for surgery)
-A splint

Navigation/communication
-Compass
-Map
-Small hand radio

Tools
-Tomahawk
-Hunting knife
-Crowbar
-Bolt cutters
-Small spade

Gear
-Lockpicks
-Screwdriver set
-Flashlight
-Flares
-knife sharpener

Materials
-Parachord
-Duct tape
-Extra batteries

Survival
-Canteen
-Bedroll
-Water purification tablets
-Snares (2)
-Book detailing edible plants in the region

Rations/cooking
-Some beef jerky (homemade)
-Medium pack of rice
-Salt
-Cooking blend (spice)
-A pot
-A skillet
-A cooking grate

Apparel
-Light grey thermal (top only)
-Sturdy pair of dark blue jeans
-black windbreaker/raincoat
-Brownish-tan steel toed boots
-Travel pack
-Black woolen gloves
-Ski mask (usually wears as a hat)
-watch

Misc
-copy of Robinson Crusoe
-Rubix Cube

Weapons:

M24

(One of his uncle’s old service rifles, given to Phoenix on his seventeenth birthday, modified to take .308, 42 bullets, has bipod and sling)

Tomahawk

(an axe that he grabbed before leaving the cabin)

Hunting knife

(A knife that he grabbed before leaving the cabin)

-Crowbar (can be used as a weapon if he has nothing else at hand)
Quirks: Carries Robinson Crusoe with him, he does this because he basically got addicted to reading as a child (surprising, right?) and reads that book over and over (he’s a quick reader) in order to feed his habit.
Hates having his ass kissed just because he’s a Lancaster, not that that matters anymore

**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**[/sub]

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@ChaoticFox is it still too late to join?