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So fat I swore it was almost my fucking dad and I'm like I don't know I'm just watching this fat dude with hair like my brother and a gut like my dad dancing to Britney's boombeepboxing.
What are you having for dinner?
While you all are getting your CS written, come and chat with me. I love to discuss things. Plus, it'll help keep the OOC active.


Name: Sergio "Serge" Bertolucci
Age: 38
Occupation: Journalist
Appearance/Clothing: Serge stands at about 5'6" and weighs about 177 pounds. Serge wears a leather jacket, t-shirt, denim jeans with a leather belt, a pistol holster he got off of a dead police officer (along with his gun), and a pair of dress shoes w/ socks. He also has a pair of sunglasses for when it's sunny out, which he's not wearing right now.
Equipment: Beretta 96FS, 2 spare 15-round magazines, 45 rounds of .40 S&W (15 in gun, 30 in spare magazines), switchblade, matchbook, pack of 17 cigarettes, lighter, smart phone (33% battery left), wallet w/ ID and $24 worth of cash, 4 pencils, notebook

From: Bradley Beach, New Jersey
Personality: Determined, good sense of direction and location, good memory, quick-witted, and quick to pick up and learn things | Sarcastic, cantankerous, impulsive, somewhat agoraphobic, and prone to anger
History: Born a second-generation Italian-American, Serge lived a fairly easy life for the most part. He had a good education, made friends, and graduated high school. He didn't pursue post-secondary education however, and instead spent the next 15 years working in various blue-collar jobs around the Eastern Seaboard. It was only 5 years ago that he picked up journalism, and it turns out that he was damn good at it. He'd stop at nothing to get only the most accurate and up-to-date information, even if it meant he had to break the law and cozy up with criminals.

However, that eventually got him into trouble with the law, and he was here in DC to make court appearances. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad that this whole clusterfucktastrophe happened, knowing how close he was to serving time behind bars.

Q: What made you want to join this RP?
A: It's summertime and I felt that RPing would allow me to get back into the hang of writing as well as help me make something out of my excess time. I'm also a total sucker for post-apocalyptic stuff, hence why I spawned this RP.
Q: What do you plan on doing with this character in this RP?
A: Expect someone who's going to be very hard to get to work in a group rather than on his own.
Q: Are you going to be a loner or be in a group?
A: Serge is gonna try and be a loner as much as he can, but I do want to see how I can make him function in a group. Or at least provide some dynamics and conflict as he finds himself stuck with other people.
Q: What are your thoughts on the other player characters in the RP?
A: I'm a bit worred about Amethyst being a bit of a Sue with lots of firepower, but we'll see how things go. V seems like she'll be the right kind of prick in the side of any groups she ends up in. I'm definitely interested in seeing Kenneth play out as a character too. Cat and Dog seem like an interesting pair of twins by far.
Cataclysm: The Capital



Washington D.C.
July 2nd, 2017
0800 hours


One moment we were all getting ready for Independence Day. Would have been two days from now, and we were all expecting fireworks and barbeques. Then this happened and now we have zombies and all sorts of other things running loose. Some say it was the result of military experiments. Others say that the Biblical apocalypse is upon us. Either way, things have gone to shit and it doesn't look like it's gonna get better any time soon.

Here we are at the Washington Monument. All around us, the city is being consumed in the ashes of fire and chaos, and we were supposed to be the last ones out of the city. The choppers left without us, and all we have is just barely two dozen of us stranded against the zeds and whatever else came along with them. And I fear that we also have our fellow man to face off against too. Within this rag-tag handful of survivors here too, it seems.

Me or we? I do not know the answer to this question, but I need to figure it out soon.

-an anonymous survivor-





I think this should be enough for me to set up the OOC right about now.
TheMasterNarrator said
I'm talking about the sort of person who has a basement full of tinned food, a full set of Kevlar clothing made from army surplus bulletproof vests, multiple guns, boxes and boxes of ammunition, flares, flint and steel, a spare truck with cans and cans of fuel, everything they think they could possibly need to survive Judgement Day. This is the sort of person who would have journals filled with survival strategies they spend a chunk of every day refining, someone who has a hidden cabin in the woods with extra supplies, someone who leaves caches everywhere just in case.You know the type, right?Anyway, I was thinking that he wouldn't really be the sort of guy to run for the evacuation choppers, so maybe the people who don't get picked up run across him a little way into the RP?


Perhaps, although I don't really understand what he'd be doing in the middle of a big urban area like DC right on Day 1 of the apocalypse. He seems like the kind of guy that'd be way out in the wilderness. Perhaps some extra elaboration on why he's in DC could help me out a bit.
TheMasterNarrator said
Definitely in. Thinking of a dedicated survivalist type concept.


Tell me more.
I'll be doing free requests because I need to get back into drawing somehow.

EDIT: Forget it for now. Tomorrow will do because it's late. It'd be better for me to draw on my own for now too.
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