Xistina

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

Posted a short-ish sample post!

Also I'm totes good with it being a smaller roleplay with less people. Those can be more fun :)

@McHaggis

Great job with your CS! I agree, I prefer a small group with quality posting, they tend to be more organized.

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

Name: Sylvie Ann

Age: 16.

Profession: Sophomore.

Bio:
Sylvie is the oldest daughter of Adele Savatier and estranged father Alan. She has two younger brothers, ten-years-old twins Remy and Lucas. They live on the upper east side in a three bedroom apartment complex. And she is a sophomore at Dalton School, just one block away from their home.

Her parent’s divorced when she was four-years-old, and after that Sylvie lived with her grandmother Sylvia - the woman who raised her and who she lovingly called Mama. Her grandmother died when Sylvie was eight years old. It was her first experience with death and so it dramatically scar her.

For the next few years she grew up with a sense of abandonment, her father was absent from her life, her grandmother was gone, and her mother’s demanding job kept her, often, away. Sylvie’s loneliness turned her into an introverted child. It wasn’t until her mother’s doctor boyfriend came into the picture that Sylvie felt like she had a family again -- It was he who helped Sylvie come out of her shell -- Soon after they married her mother gave birth to twin boys, and for a few years it was the best of times.

A year ago, death once again came into her life, this time taking the life of her step-dad. His death was deeply felt, more so than the death of her grandmother. He had filled the empty space of her father and Sylvie loved him deeply for it. His death completely changed Sylvie’s relationship with her family.

Her mother demands more and more of her, constantly pushing her brothers on her as if they were her responsibility. A role she refuses to accept. She’s made new friends, other kids her age that get her, and has gain the attention of a certain young man with a notorious history. Their flourishing relationship has become the cause of much discourse between Sylvie and Adele.

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@Xistina Just want to let you know that I will have to finish my CS tomorrow. My laptop is broken so I have to resort to using my boyfriend's computer while he is at work. Once he is home, I can't use it to get online! D:

@Lady Squee

I understand. Take your time.

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

@McHaggis I like, I like. You've given me stuff to work with. There is nothing I want to change about your character. I look forward to reading your Sample Post.

You can both post your characters in the character tab.

We had two dropouts so it will be just the two of you, Nallore, and myself. I'd be happy to accept two more players, but we can start as soon as we ALL have our characters complete.

I will be playing Sylvie, a character from Lady Squee's family as well.

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I like her, can't wait to see a complete version. Good job!

Edit** Just wanted to say that because she is a nurse it won't be uncharacteristic to fill her inventory with medical equipment that other characters won't have.

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

I'm making a Firefighter/EMT and his niece.

Just wondering - do we need to write up two CSes if we're making a family unit? Or just the one for our main POV character?

@McHaggis

The character sheet is for your main character(s), you can always add other family members under additional notes and in the Bio.

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

--- The Onset ---

Ricky coughed. It was small, barely audible in the classroom among the bustling noises of the other kids at play. In fact, when he'd finish smearing the small swab of saliva that had fallen on the sheet in front of him, he'd realized no one had noticed. No one other than Ms. Brown of course. She was known to have a penchant for catching things out of the ordinary in her class.

She made her way over to Ricky and beamed him a soft smile before kneeling beside his desk. Ricky felt her gentle hand on his head and let her rub at his hair.

"You okay, Ricky? You haven't caught a cold now have you?" She pressed a warm hand against his forehead, again. There was some ambient heat, possibly from the hot sun outside. Ricky shook his head.

"No Ms. Brown... I'm okay. It just tickles." Ricky said, pointing toward his throat.

"Tickles, huh? Would you like some water?" She stood up assuming he’d say yes but Ricky, once again, shook his head.

"I'll be okay. Thank you." He then picked the paper off his desk and held it up to her to take. "I'm done with the picture."

"Oh let me see." She said as she held it into the light. There on the page was an image of a police officer with black hair and standing by a police vehicle, each image filled in with their perspective NYPD official colors. It was surprising at times the attention to detail kids gave to art. "It's beautiful Ricky. Good job. Go ahead and join the others."

After Ricky had run off to play, she tacked the drawing on the wall with the rest, the different pieces of art depicting their parents and the jobs they held. Even at their young age and the apparent lack of skill Ms. Brown was proud. There was Mary, standing next to a woman donning a business suit and briefcase, Kyle and his father the fireman and the burning house in the background, Christopher and what looked to be the spitting image of a postman and a large mailbox. There was even a small family of doctors on the wall.

She sat back on her desk and opening one of the drawers she picked out a chocolate bar she had hidden inside. She broke open the wrapper, tore off a small piece of chocolate and tossed it into into her mouth.

--- 24hr Later ---

"Please, this is unnecessary. I feel fine. It's just a mild headache." Amy asserted.

Amy Brown pleaded with the men and women surrounding her, but her claims were met with no avail. They worked feverishly applying tubes with unknown liquids and diodes attached to medical equipment. Some began to whisper to each other, their hands moving about frantically as they tried to come to an agreement over something Amy had no say in... even if it concerned her life.

She'd checked herself in late Friday night when she found herself in great pain and her head wracked with an unforgiving migraine. However, after almost 24 hours in the same bed and no green light to leave, she'd become extremely anxious and was on the verge of an outburst. Whatever was going on with her they were hard pressed to share, and even as she protested to them that she hadn't expected to stay so long and hadn't informed the school she'd be absent, the nurses paid her no heed. At this point she couldn't even tell if anyone was looking for her. The various staff had long since relinquished her of any belongings including her cellphone and her purse. Lord knew where they stashed it but they hadn't returned any of her things since they disappeared.

"What is going on? Why am I being kept in here like this and why won't anyone talk to me?!" Amy demanded.

"Please just calm down."

A response. The first she'd heard since they put her under the night before. Maybe it was because they were growing tired of her constant bickering, or perhaps because all the other men and women had left the room and she hadn't noticed. The only one who remained by her bedside was a woman about the same age as herself. She wasn't looking at her but at some image on a monitor that'd been turned away from Amy. She couldn't tell if the woman was a nurse or doctor, and if what she could see was good or bad news. The mask and goggles did well to hide whatever facial expressions she was making, and the rest of the full orange suit did well to protect the nurse from whatever it was everyone was so afraid of.

"Please... tell me what's going on? What is wrong with me?" Amy said, suppressing the boiling anger she felt.

There was a short pause of silence as the nurse turned from the monitor to look at Amy. As they stared at each other, Amy could see something in her eyes. Pity? It was as if she was trying to make a decision, whether to tell the confused woman in the bed the truth or perhaps, being ignorant to the truth was the better route to go.

"How do you feel?"

"I AM FINE." Amy fumed, emphasizing each word as if she believed them herself. She was smarter than that. She knew something was wrong otherwise she would be home already.

"But you're not..." The nurse made her way over to the only window in the room. Amy had always assumed that it opened up to the outside but for whatever reason, the curtains were always closed. However, as the woman wrapped her fingers around the cloth and slowly began to pull them back, a dark realization set in. "You're not fine Amy... and neither are they."

Just outside the window were rows upon rows of beds, each one accompanied by an individual and all of them just as lost as she was. There among the crowd lay Ricky, his motionless body resting peacefully in a room full of chaos.

--- CNN News - Saturday ---

“Story outfront tonight --” reported the anchor woman on the television. “Drugs known as Bath Salts being blamed for a gruesome scene in New York City. This is a naked man, shutdown by police, because he was nodding another man’s face. Obviously that sounds horrific and it is. I wanna warn you that the pictures we are about to show you are very disturbing.”

The image of the anchor-woman slides away as new images, of the gruesome scene, are revealed. Though not very up close, clearly one could see two half-blurred naked bodies sprawled on the bloody stained concrete. And the feet of several uniformed police officers surveying the scene. A title box -- ‘Bath Salts’ Blamed For Face-Eating Attack -- slides across the bottom of the screen, disappearing behind the Live CNN logo. “31-year-old Eddy Eugene, was described to be in a zombie like state when he was caught by police.” A mug shot of the man is pin on the upper left side of the screen, while the news continues to show another angle of the Pier 51 playground on the Hudson River Greenway, where the incident occurred.

The woman’s face once again fills the screen, “Brian Walker, president of the New York fraternal order of police, suspects Eugene was under the influence of so called bath salts, which are sold as cocaine substitute or synthetic LSD. When he was found...ah, what he had done to this man’s face, ah,...victim was 65-years-old homeless man.” The anchor woman struggled with what she was reporting, as she attempted to describe images she had seen but were not going to be shown to the public. “Truly horrific, apparently all that is left is his goatee, ah, his eyeballs were gone, his face,” she used her hands and cringe as she described the memory, “it is, it is unbelievable.”

She continued to speak. “Dr. Sophy Brimnes is a psychiatrist at the Los Angeles county department of children and family services, and she’s outfront now.” The image splits and the face of both woman are lined up side by side. “Dr. Brimnes, you ever heard of anything like this. I mean it’s awful to even talk about some of the...the things I just said that this man did to his victim’s face.”

There was a moment of silence, due to the signal delay between the two sister stations, before the psychiatrist replied.

“Absolutely, there are many reactions that your brain can have when you putting in a substance such as this.” She tilted her head to the side as she explained in layman's terms the effects of these drugs on the brain. “This are very cocaine like substances that will have a very aggressive reaction within your brain, and the behavior that comes out of that could be anything from aggression to ripping off basically someone’s face. Severe, severe reactions.” And she added, “And they are not able to be tested, these drugs, so we are putting in substances into our body that we don’t know what is going to happen when we do that.”

“So, when we use the name Bath Salts, which I guess is the street name, what would be in it? You said a little bit cocaine like. What’s really in, quote unquote bath salts, does it varied every single concoction?” The anchor-woman asked.

“Well, that’s a really great question, because the bottom line is these are not substances that have been properly studied. And so we don’t really know what’s in them. We just see the kind of reactions, and can kind of guess what chemicals in the brain they reacting with and then hence the behavior. So that’s why the studies need to be done. We can make the testing that needs to be in place to be able to see if people have taken these or not when they behaving this way. Right now, we can do a test and not even know if they’ve taken them.”

“My understanding is that Eugene had been in some sort of music festival. The police there had said that these bath salts were sort of something people were doing. Is this something that’s spreading, that you're hearing more and more about? I mean I’m just thinking back to the days when, you know meth and meth-head were just sort of an occasional story you heard coming out of the Midwest, and then all of a sudden became a national crisis.”

“Absolutely, we are hearing more and more about incidents with these types of issues. They out there. I think there is going to be a ban, if there isn’t already, in the availability of them until the studies can be done and tests can be develop. But yes, we’re hearing more about it.”

“Thank you Dr. Brimnes.” The anchor-woman said concluding. Music played in the background “We’ll be right back…” The words Loren Burn, OutFront News filled the screen.

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@Xistina I'm sorry, but I will have to drop. Got a lot if shit going on here, and IRL. Will inform you if I can rejoin within a couple of days if it not to late. Once again, sorry :<

@AbysmalDemon

Thanks for letting me know, AbysmalDemon. :)

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset

@AbysmalDemon@Nallore@StuartM@Dirty Dan@McHaggis@Lady Squee OOC is up

Everyone else interested please go to the OOC for more information.

FEAR - The Walking Dead Onset - NYC (Closed)

FEAR. It took five weeks for the world we know to end. A pathogen highly contagious and all but undetectable enter earth’s atmosphere. It seeped into all of creation -- invisible, odorless, and tasteless -- it tainted all. By the time patient zero felt the first sore throat millions of people were already infected.

The pathogen gave way to the widespread outbreak of an unknown disease. Millions were infected within a single day after coming in contact with the contaminated. After 24hr, thousands of people had checked into hospitals across the nation, many of which were already past capacity and unable to assist the sick. They complained of intense pain, migraines and hallucinations and some began to exhibit mild bouts of violence. It wasn't until a patient killed a nurse and attempted to eat her flesh that people began to realize what they were dealing with.

What followed soon after was the swift collapse of our society. Within a few weeks, quarantined zones took over major cities and transportation to and from was shut down. Power went out, supply was lost, men and women who were sworn to protect were no where to be found. By week four, everyone had taken to looting and killing as they established the new rule of survival of the fittest. This was the onset of the walking dead.

Welcome!

By now you should know that this is a Walking Dead Roleplay based on the new series. If you haven’t heard, the new series follows the drama of the unfolding events of the onset of the outbreak. We’ll relive the events that lead to the breakdown of society as a whole. You probably remember the first episode, when Rick Grimes is shot and then wakes up from a coma five weeks later? Well, our timeline, our characters, our roleplay takes place during those five weeks.

I won’t be explaining the virus, I think the mystery of the virus will remain as close to the series as possible. My role is to play the government, the CDC, FEMA, and the entities of authority trying to contain the situation. I will be the news and your source of information regarding all things government. But, though the government is functioning at the start of our RP, it will not be consistent. Because this is not about them, it is about the people.

You, will play as the people living in New York City, telling the story from their perspective, as society crumbles and a forced evolution begins to take hold - survival of the fittest (mentality). As the the story progresses it will be my job to dip my hand into your story at any time to mix things up. For example, while you control what your character sees and does in regards to where they are and the environment, I may jump in and add a little extra something to help move you along in a certain direction. I maybe have an infected jump out at a player if they’re exploring the empty shelves of a store or sneaking down a dark and quiet hallway. I maybe provide supplies through FEMA drops, or have your character find ammo, food, weapons or other goodies.

All characters live in the island of manhattan, where we begin our story. I will be providing a google map of the city so that we all have an idea of locations and places as we move along. Please use real names of streets and buildings so the rest of us can properly orientate where you're character is at.

Our game begins in day one of week one (see timetable below). I will be posting about events happening in the city that will affect your character, things that you will have no control over, but can avoid or work around in order to surpass them - these are the obstacles that will challenge your characters. From the timetable below, you get the general idea of the direction I will be taking you.


Week One – Hospitals reached capacity. And the panic begun.
Week Two – Quarantine zones were established, resources were rationed, and transports come to a close.
Week Three – International trade discontinued. Oil wells dried up. And the stock market collapsed.
Week Four – Power failed, store shelves emptied, and the water tap ran dry. Hunger and despair set in.
Week Five – Chaos.

Rules

-This Roleplay is Advance. I trust that everyone here is familiar with this rule. A few errors may be overlooked but please remember to proofread your posts.
-If any romance occurs during this game, please keep things PG-13.
-That being said, oddly enough, the use of strong language is allowed. (We are playing Newyorkers after all ^.^)
-There will be no God-Modding, Power-Playing, or Meta-Gaming.
-While I’ve placed regulations on what a player can and cannot carry on their characters and how much ammo they start with, there will be no counters, markers, etc., keeping track of what they have left. It is up to each of you to play your characters accordingly expressing when they've run out of ammo and when their looting for more. The same goes for food and water.
-Please be courteous and respectful to players in the OOC regardless of the way events unfold IC. Drama in both threads are to remain separated.

For the time being feel free to post them in the OOC for review.

CS

Appearance: Picture or description. No anime photos please.

Name: Real or nick. Whichever your character will introduce themselves as.

Age: Any appropriate age.

Profession: What kind of job do they have or if your character is a student it goes here.

Bio:
This section does not need to be a short story. A simple biography that is well written and tells the character's history up to this point in time sufficiently enough will be accepted. It is entirely fine with me if you intend to reveal a backstory IC and elect to leave this section relatively vague.

Inventory: The inventory doesn’t come into play right away, but I want you to fill one out so that I have an idea of what your character will carry. I may have them find the items at some point during the story.
Item
Item
Item x(Number amount e.g. x10)
Keep in mind that you can't carry an infinite amount of ammo, tools, etc. All backpacks have a limit. I'll leave it up to you to judge what your character can and cannot carry.

In addition to food, water and other equipment you will be listing here, please list valuable belongings as well.

Firearms: Everyone is only allowed to carry one primary and one secondary along with a melee weapon. But you will not necessarily have firearms at the start of our roleplay. If you do, make sure there is a legal reason for you to have a firearm on your person, and if so it can only be one weapon.
Primary goes here.
Secondary goes here.

Additional Notes:
Anything else you want me to know about your character will go here including personality, quirks, astral sign, the kind of music they like to listen to. This is entirely optional. The information provided in this section will most likely not have an effect on the game and is usually introduced IC when it's necessary to share such knowledge.

Sample Post:
Because this CS isn't strict on providing heavily laden information and to make sure all players who apply can and will abide to Advance roleplay guidelines, I ask that you submit a sample of your writing skills.

For this submission you will write a routine day of your character in NYC, of his life, and include a conversation with someone about the hot topic, the rumors, or the news that people are getting sick. At this point nobody knows what is going on only that something is going on.