Sora1297

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

Alright then, cool. I'll start the IC sometime later today.

The Bad Girll

I'm interested, I sent you a PM earlier ^^

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

Thanks Wing!! ^^

Exoria: A Galaxy on the Brink of Corruption (Int Check)

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Exoria: A Galaxy on the Verge of Corruption

A Galaxy on the Verge of Corruption...

GM: Sora1297

CO-GM: Vash (aka DarkShadowMark)

RULES:

1. No GMing. We don't want any Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues
2. Maximum of 3 Active Characters per person. Any more needs approval by a GM
3. Characters can and WILL die, but please ASK somebody before you attempt to kill their character rather then just say "Your guy is dead."
4. Keep it PG-13!! Romance and Lovey-Dovey stuff is fine, as well as the occasional innuendo, but take smut scenes to PM, please. Also, violence is allowed, but please don't rip out a guys entrails and hold them above his head while he slowly dies. We're not monsters (:3)
5. Some scenes will be time skipped if they drag on too long/get too boring, but most of the time we will RP things through.
6. Each member of the RP will eventually become a member of the small group of adventurers who save the galaxy :3
7. Your character cannot have any GM abilities.
8. Post at least a paragraph each time (more is fantastic)
9. GM posts will be announced (these include plot movers, special events or even the death/introduction of a new character)
10. If you got this far, here's a cookie *hands cookie*
11. Please make PvP combat fair. It really sucks when somebody unleashes their ultimate power and freezes the other person's foot to the floor, then proceed to just punch the crap out of their immobile opponent. In addition, GM moves will NOT be allowed inside PvP combat unless approved/announced in a GM event.
12. Enjoy the RP to the best of your ability!![/rules]

Character Sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Species: (Ranging anywhere from Human, to cyborg, to an Android, to an alien race of your own creation. If you make your own race, please provide a brief background on them, even if its in a few sentences. No more then 2 paragraphs, but no less then a sentence, depending on what you're playing. An Android's product line (as in what type of android it is) also need to be explained. If you're a cyborg, include what species you were before. Ex: "Human Cyborg", "Quereonian Cyborg", "Beastman Cyborg", ect.)
Image of Character:
Preferred Weapon(s)/Personal Item(s): (if any)
Abilities: (please don't make them GM ones such as insta-kill or unending flight. Each ability comes with a weakness, so remember to elaborate on their abilities a bit so they're more fair. Also, stuff like the Force is off limits... For now.)
Bio: (can include, but isn't limited to; Personality, Background, Attributes, ect. A paragraph or two should be good, but more is always better.)
Other: (include any additional information you want, like wether or not the character you're playing has ever been off their home planet before)

"My Wedding" ~ Prologue Tale Told by Princess Audra ~



"A girls wedding day... Naturally, she's giddy and excited, nervous and terrified. Is her hair okay? Does the dress make her look fat? Does Daddy still approve of her fiancé? Maybe she discovered a pimple on her cheek and started freaking out... I wish I could've had that luxury. But no, I just had to get married to the twelve handed creep from Raximotoriphalupagorious. I'm not even in love with him, quite the opposite really... But then again, I guess its what I get for having the rotten luck of being a Princess.. Yep, that's me. The red-head in the poofy white dress, trying her hardest to stay neutral about this whole stupid marriage. And before you ask, yes, they're real. Quit staring.

Normally I don't do this sort of thing, but you should probably know just what the hell's about to happen.... Believe me, I didn't think it was real either. You see, I'm not your typical Disney bull-shit Princess, I'm the real deal. That means handling politics, managing the military, attending certain events that are governed by royals, all that fun stuff... But unlike most of those pompous bitches who strut around all day and cry every time an animal get a splinter, I'm a realist. That means, I don't follow the lead of these other chicks, I do what I want. They spend all day chasing their prince's, and why shouldn't they? Those dudes as just as hollow as they are. But me, I have my eyes set on somebody else, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm a bit of a flirt, a prankster, a dash mischievous and maybe just a bit aggressive.. Well, A LOT aggressive. Especially when it comes to sports. I'm just competitive, I guess.

So anyways, back to what's happening.. Oh, right, the Xenos. Okay, so I'm walking down the isle with Tyrugal the 206th, wanting so desperately to take the blaster I carry around with me at all times and just blow my fucking brains out. I'm looking around for a bit and I see this thing.. But not before I see that cute boy, which brightens my day. God, he's so oblivious to me. Its adorable. Oh, right, back on track. So this thing... It was strange, like something from the distant past or far off future. A robot of some kind... But it was alive. I could see exposed organs and a heart beating away underneath the metal exterior, almost like some sort of demented Cyborg. But why was it just siting there, staring at us... at me? I didn't have time to dwell on it, but I wish I had... Because that hunk of metal was the reason my wedding was interrupted, why my life was thrown into chaos... And why I came face to face with the source of the outbreak, with nothing but a blaster and a group of people to help me out..

In short, shit hit the fan really quickly."

So, this is the story of a group of unlikely heroes who will wind up discovering the biggest secret the galaxy has kept hidden, then destroy it before the monstrosity of its being spreads to other worlds.


Known Planets and Systems by Chapter:

Chapter One:

Quelongrious System

Relenus Vesta:

A Planet comprised of lush forests and green plains. Home to many human colonies, and a relatively peaceful planet. The planet is run by the democratic system under John Farell and is part of the G.L.I.P Federation.

Agerna:

A powerhouse in the galaxy, home to the G.L.I.P Federation Headquarters. The ruling government is the monarchy of King Ridley-Scott II and his wife, Queen Eliza-Ro. The planet is compromised of rolling plains and ginormous green fields filled with beautiful flowers. The species of the planet are varied. Currently, the entire planet is celebrating the marriage of Princess Audra to Prince Deere of Raximotoriphalupagorious.

Poosh and Its 5 Moons:

Poosh is a relatively quiet planet on the intergalactic scale, but it is a Class 5 "Terror-Estriol" Planet, inhabited by a dangerous race of bug creatures known as "the Swaar". These creatures are pure beasts and are in no way sentient, so the threat of galactic expansion is extremely low. Poosh also has 5 Moons: a Forest Moon inhabited by the Queelon's (peaceful rat-people), an Ice Moon (void of all life), a Volcanic Moon (void of all life), a Desert Moon (another home of the Swaar), and a Moon filled with Mountains.

Raximotoriphalupagorious:

Home Planet of the Cerr, a race of bug eyed, eight armed, green skinned people who resemble massive praying mantis'. There is a strong military on Raximotoriphalupagorious, which allows it to be one of the most powerful planets in the galaxy. However, it is also one of the most dangerous planets, due to the King's only allegiance: himself. With an army that's ready to eliminate the galaxy with a simple flick of the wrist.

Saatyya System

Norrux Mirugal

Norrux Mirugal is the largest moon of Yuuka. More commonly known as the Vermin City, the Smuggler's Moon and Little Shit-Covered Agerna, Norrux Mirugal has a surface that is entirely overgrown with city sprawl, leaving no patches untouched except the very ground of the planet, which is barren and dusty. But unlike other planets covered in endless cities, Norrux Mirugal is very much rundown and extremely dangerous on the lower and under levels of the world city. Norrux Mirugal was filthy, polluted, and infested with crime everywhere. There are around 8 Levels in the planet and the city is entirely controlled by crime lords. The most famous crime lord on the planet is Rectja Tyrr, a Borregelian who has owner ship of the majority of levels on Norrux Mirugal.

Unknown System

???

Absolutely nothing is known about this planet, but as of now the Princess is the only person who knows about it. All that can be said is that something evil is corrupting it... "The Great Poison" originated, and dwells here...

Maarcuu

Name: Maarcuu Ronoush

Gender: Male

Species: Beastman. (Part Human, Part Animal. Mostly human though. In short, as they expanded into the galaxy, Humans got a bit frisky with their sex lives and mated with other alien species. The result, lets just say, was something with both animal and human traits)

Preferred Weapon(s): BlasTech Industries DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol and his claws/teeth. He also has a passion for energy blades.

Abilities: He has the same sense of smell, hearing and eyesight that a cat would have. He also had a pair of razor sharp retractable claws on his hands and can climb most surfaces without much difficulty.

Image of Character: (Regular Apparel)

(Bounty Hunter Disguise)


Bio: Background: Maarcuu was born and raised on Human Colony G-R2 in the middle of "Relenus Vesta", a wild and lush green planet in the southern spiral arm of the Xenayar Galaxy. Despite it being a human colony, Maarcuu and his family were Beastmen, but the people there were friendly and treated them like equal humans, despite the genetic differences. There he lived in a small farmstead with his mother, two sisters, his father and, until recently, his aunt and uncle. Due to the wonderful and ever-bountiful nature of the planet, his father set up a farm and began to harvest the local Barnar, Yoope and Veentair crops, along with many other sorts of vegetables and fruits. One year when Maarcuu was 6, a shipment from Torrenal came to the colony with all sorts of produce and animals, which flourished in the Relenus Vesta environment and allowed his father to expand his farming business to all sorts of things rather then just fruits and vegetables.

While he was born a farmer, Maarcuu also excelled in piloting and mechanics. He loved to tinker with starships and speeders and he had extremely steady hands. Most of his friends called him "a literal grease monkey" because he was often found working on either droids or his personal Speeder. He even rebuilt a heavily destroyed HK-55 unit out of spare parts, including a few additional components he added in. Not long after he had finished attending the Relenus Vesta Pilots Academy, Maarcuu took a transport to the Birugal System and joined up with the Royal Star Pilots who worked under the service of King Ridley-Scott II. In his downtime while he wasn't flying around the galaxy assisting in the transportation of goods and services, or even escorting the lovely Princess Audra (whom he fancied quite a bit) and various diplomats to the surrounding systems for political reasons. He often noticed that some people acted oddly around him, but he always assumed that it was probably just his ears or tail. However, Maaarcuu is a totally respectable pilot and mechanic in King Ridley-Scott II's court.

Personality: Maarcuu is very polite to everyone he meets, male or female. Most girls find it hard to tell if he's flirting or just being nice. He doesn't like to do things by himself and would rather have someone give him orders to follow. Maarcuu can be odd at times, but there's a pretty good reason for that due to his upbringing and genetic background. Even though he smiles, he sometimes feels that nobody really gets him. However, he's a fun and outgoing guy who would stop at nothing to turn his friend's frown upside down. He is also very adventurous and loves the thrill of a good mission. He's well trained in combat as well. He has an exceptional skill with eye to hand co-ordination and he is very good at thinking on his feet. Since he is not human, he doesn't fully understand a lot of what people do or reasons behind human behaviour.

Other: Maarcuu owns a personally customized Astronomical Android known as HK-55 and is a skilled pilot, both in peaceful and combat situations.

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

"In the year of our Lord two thousand and thirteen, the alchemy of wealth from air will bring a second Blight upon mankind." "As the Revelation shows, when death overcomes life, so shall man walk eternally in purgatory, and those who long for the bosom of God shall not find it, as death itself flees from them to smother the world in gray damnation."
"This fog of death will cloak the land, and those men who are not prepared will succumb to its foul clutches." "Harken not the beast with a thousand eyes, whose split tongue defiles and embrace your demise, and none shall escape its gaze."
"Therefore prepare, for a small few shall be spared, and they will be the enlightened ones, the prepared ones, the ones who seek to possess the fabled Panacea."
"For the others, hell and fire will be their soul's reward."
"Fathers will not know their sons; sons will damn their fathers."
"The CN Tower and Empire State Building shall fall when the Ravens flee."
"And when the Tower and Empire crumble, so too, will Canada and New York, and surely as night follows day."
"If you would survive, bury yourself in the earth's bosom, that she may protect you"
"For God shows no mercy to those who heed not His words, and the man who has grown fat upon the backs of his fellows with insatiable greed will himself starve for life and turn at last to devour his own children."
"Thus will the end come, and the world made unworthy in His eyes, so that He may begin anew. You will know when His Heralds sound seven bells, to reveal His glory."
"And a cleansing fire of black angels will purify the world."
"From these ashes shall arise a new utopia in North America, like unto Heaven on earth."

"Video Log: Day 17, Month #6... Its been that many days since this outbreak first started, and I don't know how many more survivors there are.

I've been keeping myself safe in the Bunker... Food supply is still good and so is the water.. Power's running fine, so that's something. I've got the place barricaded, nothing in, nothing out. I found a little pothole leading to the sewers which I use to get around when I need some supplies or fuel for the generator, but I need to seal it off every day in case "they" show up.. So far, its been weeks without an attack.. And I'm freaking out. This isn't normal, even for "them".. I've heard of other safe houses being compromised, but nothing's touched this one..

Anyways, down to what I've been wanting to tell... I've found a communications building just around the corner from here, so I'll upload all these logs in hopes that somebody is listening. If you're watching this: Send. Help. Now!! There are innocent civilians still trapped here, every day it gets worse. More and more of "them" keep piling out into the streets and its becoming difficult to avoid them all. I've managed to find a few survivors and bring them to the Bunker, but I don't know how many more are still alive.. From what I could tell, the outbreak has been isolated here, so that's something.. But please, for the love of God, people are dying here.. Send help, please.. "They"'re coming... And I don't know how much longer we can hold out.

End of Video Log."

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So, the basic over run of this idea is that a group of people are trapped in Southern Canada/Northern America during a Zombie Apocalypse. The outbreak of the virus has been isolated to that particular country, with the military doing its best to keep the zombies from escaping. The main way the virus can be transmitted to a living organism is through either a bite from the infected (via contaminated saliva entering the bloodstream), so don't get bitten.

Here's some basic rules for the RP ^^:

RULES:

1. No GMing. We don't want any Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues
2. Maximum of 3 Active Characters per person. Any more needs approval by a GM
3. Characters can and WILL die, but please ASK somebody before you attempt to kill their character rather then just say "Your guy is dead."
4. Keep it PG-13!! Romance and Lovey-Dovey stuff is fine, as well as the occasional innuendo, but take smut scenes to PM, please. Also, violence is allowed, but please don't rip out a guys entrails and hold them above his head while he slowly dies. We're not monsters (although we're surviving against some)
5. Some scenes will be time skipped if they drag on too long/get too boring, but most of the time we will RP things through.
6. Each member of the RP will eventually become a member of the small group of survivors trying to escape the outbreak and possibly find a cure.
7. Your character cannot have any GM abilities. So no immunity to the virus. Everybody can get it.
8. Post at least a paragraph each time (more is fantastic)
9. GM posts will be announced (these include plot movers, special events or even the death/introduction of a new character)
10. If you got this far, here's a cookie *hands cookie*. Also include your favourite quote from a Zombie Film/Show/Comic/Novel/Video Game in your "Other" Section so I know who's read through the rules.
11. Please make PvP combat fair. It really sucks when somebody just says "I shotgun you in the head". It isn't fair, but I'll allow it for certain occasions when its required. Until then, MAKE IT FAIR!!
12. Enjoy the RP to the best of your ability!!

~~ Character Sheet (Max. 3 Active Characters Per Person. More will need GM approval) ~~

Image of Character: (Drawn or Real, doesn't matter)
Name:
Nickname: (optional)
Gender:
Age: (Minimum is 14)
Preferred Weapon(s): (if any)
Personal Item(s): (if any)
Bio: (can include, but isn't limited to; Personality, Background, Attributes, ect. A paragraph or two should be good.)
Relationship Status: (if they're in a relationship, include the name of their spouse/partner)
Other: (include any additional information you want, such as their favourite method of killing zombies, or even saying if their family is still alive)

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Name: Marcus Tiberius Robertson

Nickname: Mark (prefers being called by his nickname)

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Preferred Weapon(s): A Cricket Bat (with a bit of red on it) and a Handgun

Personal Item(s): A Red Motorcycle (seen in his image), a Backpack which he carries all his survival stuff inside (although he's only got 3 Packs of Food, 2 Bottles of Water, a Round in Handgun Ammunition, and one Red Cross Health Kit). He also carries around a bloodstained image of his family, a cellphone (its been dead for weeks, but he has the charger) and a notebook which he uses to vent out his emotions and chronicle his survival so he doesn't go insane.

Bio: Mark was born and raised in Toronto. He had a small family consisting of his mother, Julia, father, Dan, brother, Thomas, and two sisters, the eldest being Sarah and the youngest being Emily. He went to high school like any other kid his age. He worried about typical teen things like "Who will I ask to prom?" and "Does this new haircut make me look like a Jonas Brother?". So, without a doubt, Mark was just a regular teenager with the same problems as every teenager. It would be difficult to describe a certain type of person he is, because at school, he wasn't really a Jock, but he wasn't a Nerd either. He wasn't popular, but people still knew who he was at the very least. Mark is also pretty athletic and used to play for the school's baseball team, but he also enjoyed a good game of Super Mario Brothers on his NES. If he were to be placed within a certain social group, he would be classified as an "Inbetweener".

One thing that always made Mark laugh was the thought of supernatural beings existing in the modern day world. He always liked to joke around and say that if they existed then there would be too many issues with them that people wouldn't be freaked out. Imagine being chased down a corridor at night by a vampire who sparkles. Its just not terrifying at all. The one creatures that did make him scared were actually Zombies. It was the fear of group mentality, the slow moving horde of near unstoppable hungry undead who craved nothing but to feast upon human flesh, inching its way ever closer to you. Sure, you could fight back, but you were only prolonging your inevitable doom. The fact that he was a teenager during the "Zombie Media Craze" only reinforced his love for the beings. He enjoyed supernatural shows and games, but he mostly loved the ones concerning Zombies.

However, he never expected that the things he found such a fond fear for would actually turn into his worst nightmares. On the day of January 6th 2014, Mark was sitting on the couch watching television with his younger sister. His parents and brother had gone off to see Sarah, who was away in England attending Oxford University. The siblings were just watching Adventure Time like normal, when all of a sudden a news bulletin aired. It warned everyone of a strange virus outbreak that was affecting the Greater Toronto Area and parts of Northern New York, spreading out across the areas surrounding Lake Ontario. The virus was said to be deadly and that all precautions to isolate it were in progress, but the newscaster advised listeners to stay indoors and barricade themselves. Just as he was about to explain why the civilians needed to barricade themselves within their homes, a horrifying creature that was covered in blood and gore attacked the newscaster viciously. The camera spun out of control so the viewers couldn't see what was happening, but judging by the way the blood was spewing across the desk and hearing the horrific screams of the reporter, it was obvious that the creature was killing him.

Mark thought of it as a prank and tried to calm Emily down, but after a trip to the store when he saw twelve of the gruesome beasts devour his elderly neighbour, Mrs. Winkles, he realized the horror of what was actually happening: a zombie apocalypse. Mark managed to grab as many supplies as he could from the Wal-Mart, including food and a cricket bat from the sports section, before he made his way back to the house and prepared himself for the worst. Within a week, the house was transformed into a basic fortress. The outbreak had also grown increasingly bad, having now spread across all Ontario and New York. Through a radio broadcast, Mark heard that evacuations were being held at International Airport's. Taking it as the last chance to escape, he took his motorcycle to Pearson International and managed to get Emily on the last flight out, heading to England, the designated Safe Zone. Unfortunately, the plane had to take off after the Zombies broke through into the airport, but Mark knew that help would come.

That, was 6 months ago... And now, there doesn't seem like any signs of rescue. Mark, however, has managed to gather a decent amount of supplies and currently resides in the subway. He created a small bunker for himself and reinforced it to the best of his ability. He managed to hack into around 4 Toronto police traffic cameras around his location so he can tell when he is in danger. He has managed to rescue a few other survivors and provide them with a place to live in his bunker, but it can't last forever. With the number of infected growing every day, there's no chance in hell that they'll eventually overpower the survivors and penetrate the safe house. For now though, he just waits.. And prays for this plague to end.

Relationship Status: Short Answer: Single.

Long Answer: He used to have a girlfriend, but like his parents, she was out of the country when the outbreak happened. Just like his folks, she assumed he was dead and moved on.

Other: All of his family were out of the country when the outbreak began, except for his younger sister, Emily . Marcus made sure that she managed to get on the first refugee flight to England when they were still evacuating people. He also rescued an uninfected Old English Sheepdog puppy who he named "Maxwell".

He is also a bit of a nerd and has gained a fair amount of knowledge about Zombies thanks to his multiple years of video games and film/television exposure.

"David, Kill the Queen!!"

"WHAT?!"

"The Jukebox."

Exoria: A Galaxy on the Brink of Corruption (Int Check)

Got it. Then I shall remake the OoC and have it up in a bit. There, we can post our sheets. So, who still needs me to rescue their characters?

Interests of a Casual-Advanced Writer (MxF looking for M)

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Exoria: A Galaxy on the Brink of Corruption (Int Check)

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Exoria: A Galaxy on the Brink of Corruption (Int Check)

Cool. I say for those of you who were already here before the site crashed, hold off on posting your sheets for a bit. I'll let the people who are newcomers make sheets first and see how they are. When Mahz adds the OoC back, then I'll give everybody their sheets back.

Name:
Gender:
Species: (Ranging anywhere from Human, to cyborg, to an Android, to an alien race of your own creation. If you make your own race, please provide a brief background on them, even if its in a few sentences. No more then 2 paragraphs, but no less then a sentence, depending on what you're playing. An Android's product line (as in what type of android it is) also need to be explained. If you're a cyborg, include what species you were before. Ex: "Human Cyborg", "Quereonian Cyborg", "Beastman Cyborg", ect.)
Image of Character:
Preferred Weapon(s)/Personal Item(s): (if any)
Abilities: (please don't make them GM ones such as insta-kill or unending flight. Each ability comes with a weakness, so remember to elaborate on their abilities a bit so they're more fair. Also, stuff like the Force is off limits... For now.)
Bio: (can include, but isn't limited to; Personality, Background, Attributes, ect. A paragraph or two should be good, but more is always better.)
Other: (include any additional information you want, like wether or not the character you're playing has ever been off their home planet before)