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Story

Six months have passed since the kidnapping and rescue of the president's daughter.


The pentagon recently recived anonymous information regarding the possablility of an operational Umbrella faculity in a Mexican border town.

With such little information to work on, the goverment sends a team in to investegate if this lab really does exist, and take the nessessary action.

Little does the goverment know, their enemy if far greater then Umbrella, and what they are prepaird to unleash on the world, is more horrific then anything the company ever created

Cannon Charcters

Rebecca Chambers-ReJecT001
Ada Wong-
Albert Wesker-Biohazard EXTREME
Nichoali Ginovaef-Drakengel


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a completed profile is to be IMed to me before posting.

Cast

Gaia username: ReJecT001
Name: Max Archer
Sex: M
Age:27
Short Phys. desc.: 6 feet tall. shaggy hair, blue eyes. Jeans and dennim jacket. Black cowboy boots and hat. wrinkled black dress shirt.
Job/Rank: FBI specal agent
Equipment: Badge,lockpicks, ammo. Cigarttes and lighter
Weapons: (invesigation team, sidearms only. till other weapons become avaliable) Mateba .357 auto-revovler
Short bio.: At only 27 Max is one of the top agents in the FBI. He showed great promise from a young age. He joined the academy at Quantico at the age of 18 and after graduation quickly rose to his present position. Max is leading the investigation in Mexico.
Reason for involvement: Those are his orders.

Gaia username: ReJecT001
Name: William Cole
Sex: M
Age: ??
Short Phys. desc.: Mid length black hair, short beard. Jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket, ball cap.
Job/Rank: ??
Equipment: ammo
Weapons: goveremnt Issue Beretta 9mm
Short bio.: There are no offical files on William Cole. He simply doesn't exist.
Reason for involvement: Wrong place, wrong time.

Gaia username: DasJabberwockie
Name: Alec Sergo
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Short Phys. desc.: lithe build, 5'6'', pale with black hair and blue eyes.
Job/Rank: ex.mercenary, undecided
Equipment: some ammo, standard issue vest, watch, and a penknife
Weapons: Tokarev, combat knife, and various small explosives.
Short bio.: As a former Umbrella Mercenary that lived through Raccoon City and dissapeared from the face of the earth, Alec's been in the hotspots of international security concerns off and on. While the Russian's motives are unclear, it's sometimes easy to tell whose side he's on. With the negative aspects aside, Alec's a good ally if common grounds can be established...and since he's been trained for standard combat, he can hold his own for awhile.
Reason for involvement: pretty much sold his resume to the FBI and is doing a bit of personal agenda work.


Gaia username: Biohazard EXTREME
Name: Vincent Smith
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Short Phys. desc.: Short, dark brown hair, slicked back. Decent build. He wears a black, tactical vest. Underneath, he wears a full body army jump suit with belts, pockets and side packs. However, has a set of spare clothes, jeans and a T-Shirt for civilian activity.
Job/Rank: Leader of a freelance, anti-Umbrella organization--Acid Rain.
Equipment: Binoculars, Flashlight
Weapons: Beretta Cougar 8045 .45 pistol, PP-2000 Submachine gun
Short bio.: For three years, Smith has been battling Umbrella. He had met many allies and enemies. After the fall of Umbrella, he led an organized Acid Rain team to destroy an HCF lab. Since then, he thought the chaos had ended. When he heard the rumors about Umbrella in Mexico through illegal spying on a government satellite, Smith knew that he needed to check it out. Unfortunately, Acid Rain disbanded. Smith barely managed to scrounge up the equipment he needed for this mission. However, with that done, he had to go to Mexico, undercover, alone.
Reason for involvement: Vendetta against Bio-Weapon activity


Gaia username: Biohazard EXTREME
Name: Albert Wesker
Sex: Male
Age: 44
Short Phys. desc.: Same Wesker, wearing black combat uniform and his shades.
Job/Rank: Leader of HCF
Equipment: Glasses--camera, binoculars; T-Virus Sample
Weapons: Silenced SOCOM pistol, Combat Knife
Short bio.: Wesker was ready to reorganize Umbrella. However, he was betrayed. Ada Wong, who was supposed to bring him Las Plaga sample, has brought him a fake sample, while running off with the original. Not only that, but the lab where he kept all the samples and data had been raided by an unknown group. It was detonated. Every BOW that HCF has been developing, the data, everything had been eradicated. Luckily, Wesker managed to start from scratch with spare samples. While HCF is re-developing, Wesker had Business of his own to conduct.
Reason for involvement: He has to find Ada and the party to which she sold out to and pay his 'respects'.



Name: Nichoali Ginovaef
Sex: Male
Age: 41
Short Phys. desc.: 6' 1", well-built, silver hair, blue eyes. Wears a black military uniform.
Job/Rank:site supervisor
Equipment: Lighter, comlink, and ammo
Weapons: Combat knife and Makarov Auto Pistol
Short bio.: One of the survivors of Raccoon City. After the fall of Umbrella, he found employmet else where.
Reason for involvement: He is in it for the money.


Gaia username: Mr. Kennedy
Name: Victor Guravich
Sex: Male
Age: 31
Short Phys. desc.: About 6 feet tall, short black hair, blue eyes. Rough black pants, black long sleeved shirt, standard issued vest.
Job/Rank: Hired Mercenary
Equipment: Ammo, small flashlight,
Weapons: Custom M14 Rifle
Short bio.: A Russian mercenary. Though successful in many missions, he isn't very respected. Makes bad decisions but makes it through missions perfectly.
Reason for involvement: Hardly surviving a few incidents with Umbrella, Victor did not pass up the chance to get revenge on Umbrella.

Gaia username: NeoCanti
Name: Serge Santiago
Sex: M
Age: 20
Short Phys. desc.: Serge is of Hispanic dissent. Average height. Well- built. Black hair.
Job/Rank: Undergraduate
Equipment: flashlight, Swiss Army knife
Weapons: Swiss Army Knife, planning to find some later
Short bio: Studing at the University of New Mexico, Serge decides to return to his hometown of Los Demos for a family visit. What he find is not what he expects.
Reason for involvement: Wrong place, wrong time.

Gaia Name:ReJecT001
Name: Rebecca Chambers
Sex:F
Age:24
Phys. desc: Same as RE0, just a few years older. Dressed in her cowgirl outfit.
Job/Rank: Goverment Bio Chemest
Equipment: First Aid kit, ammo
Weapons: Beretta 9mm


Gaia username: ZombieBunnyBloodReaper
Name: Rei Ikari
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Short Phys. desc.: About 5'7" in height and weighs roughly 120 pounds. Short black hair (same style as avi), rather pale skin, black sleeveless top that shows stomich, black mildy-baggy pants, black combat boots, a black belt, a black trenchcoat, and black glasses (same style as avi).
Job/Rank: Hired assassin for the CIA
Equipment: Belt that can hold guns, grenades and dynamite, and ammo
Weapons: Combat Knife and Beretta M92FS
Short bio.: Her father was a member of one of the earlier S.T.A.R.S. teams, but retired when Rei was born. She has heard of his many adventures, which inspired her to want to protect people. He taught her how to fire a gun accurately at a young age, and she took special courses in self defense. At 16, she lost her father to the T-Virus, and was forced to kill him. She has long since had extreme rage towards anyone and anything related to Umbrella. At 17, she graduated from high school and joined a police academy, where she quickly rose through the ranks. And at 22, she graduated and became a free-lance assasin until she was hired by the CIA
Reason for involvement: Assassin for the CIA

Gaia username: DasJabberwockie
Name: Doris Rhinehart
Sex: Female
Age: 28
Short Phys. desc.: smooth red hair and Hazel eyes. She is petite and curvacious.
Job/Rank: photographer/journalist
Equipment: notepad, pen, water canteen, sunscreen, nailfile, paperclips, and a flash-photography camera.
Weapons: one can of pepperspray, she also took basic self-defense classes.
Short bio.: Spunky, male-crazy, and somewhat annoying, Doris is one of the best journalists known world-wide for political and humanitarian articles. Originally she was writing a report about the poor villages of Mexico to raise international awareness and managed to get a brief commentary from Dr.Adrik Ivanov before the man left town.
Now she regrets even trying to help these people after being locked in a cellar and left to die of thirst or starvation after asking too many questions.
Reason for Involvement: Wrong place at the wrong time.


Enemies:
Gando, and armed ones at that.
Stealth Hunters.
Regenerators.
(others to come when I think of them.)

Rules
-be familiar with the sorce material
-no god moding
-Pay close attention to all posts
-try and posts at least once a day
-anyone questions, IM me
-cursing is just fine
-to avoid confusion add a Location maker at the start of each post.
-Have Fun!!!
((Do we have to fill out the form if we wanna be one of the Resi Evil characters, or only if we want to RP as a made-up one?))
(( xd
Alright, let's get this thing started! >:3))
Location: 20 minuites outside Los Demos


Max sat in the driver's seat of the Land rover. The arrid desert breeze spilling in through the open window. One hand gripped the wheel, the other fumbled with the plastic wrapper on the fresh package of cigarettes. He finally got it open and tossed the wraper out the window, tugging one of the coffin nails out between lips, mummbeling something as he tugged loose the brass zippo from his jacket pocket, using it to light up. He glanced in the rearview at the mercenary sitting behind him, then the one sitting next to him.

He made a quick movement, flipping the turn signel on and pulling the car off to the side of the road.



Location: Los Deomos, local tavern

William Cole hunched over his drink, the brim of his baseball cap pulled low over his face. He brought the glass to his lips, letting the liquid wash over his tounge then set it back down, listening to the ice clink against the glass.
He had done well keeping himself hidden the last six years, he just hopped his could keep it up.
Location: Los Demos, Hotel Room

Vincent Smith laid on the bed, in his hotel room, listening to radio K-FBI, a.k.a. Spying on the FBI radio, waiting until they said somehting about thir agent's progress. Until then, he really had no lead as to where to even search for this 'Umbrella' base, all he knew was the city. The hot air felt nice, after spending one year in Russia, on 'vacation' monitoring the progress of the cleanup of the last base that they raided in 2002. But at least the water was clean. Now, he was worried about getting a stomach virus more than about getting the T-Virus. Although he brought enough medicine and was vaccinated. And until the feds advance and he gets some news, this was simply another vacation.
*20 Min from Los Demos*
It was uncomfortably hot inside that vehicle, even with the windows open.
Alec stared out the window and tried to ignore the fact that he still felt overheated in a thin dark grey shirt and camo pants. The extra pockets would come in handy later on...but for now he was miserable.
Alec glanced at the watch on his wrist to see what time it was when he heard the turn signal clicking. Noon seemed to be three hours ago...but it was actually just nine minutes past the hour.
Location: Road side 20 minuites from Los Demos

Max killed the engine and hopped down from the cab, still muttering to himself, "why the hell did I stuff it in my overnight bag."

The cigarette wobbeled in the corrner of his mouth, "dumbass place to keep it."

He made his away around the back of the car, reaching to open the trunk and buring his hand abit on the hot metal. Driving a black car through the middle of a desert was starting to seem like a really bad idea.
Location: Roadside 20 minutes from Los Demos.

Viktor sighed when the car stopped. It was burning inside the car, and the heat was killing the russian. He fumbled with his rifle a bit trying to ignore the heat. Eventually he got bored and looked out the window. Desert. Well no one said Mexico was going to be glamorous.
Alec watched Max using the side-view window, muttering under his breath to himself in Russian.
"I'd kill for a plane ticket BACK to Europe." He would also kill for airconditioning, and a chilled bottle of alcohol.
Alec ofcourse didn't quite recognize Viktor from the Eastern Europe Umbrella Facility, nor did he know the man's name. To him, he was nameless currently since neither man in the vehicle had bothered speaking to the others. It had been a long, silent, and uncomfortable ride.
Location: Roadside 20 minuites outside Los Demos


Max continued to mummble to himself, hooking one of the polished sliver toes on his cowboy boots under the latch and tugging it open.

He grabbed his overnight bag and pushed aside several pairs of socks and underware before he found the clip on holster, his trusty .357 Mateba snuggly tucked in it.

Another clip on pouch he pulled out held a half dozen racked speedloaders, then a fresh box of .357s. He quickly loaded some loose rounds from the box into the gun, then cliped the holster and the pouch to his belt and got back into the pouch, "I hate Mexico" he declared climbing back into the cab.

He looked at the two other men in the car, "now does anyone have to make peepee before we start going again?"
*20 minutes from Los Demos*
Alec glanced at Max a moment. The comment sounded childish. The Russian sighed inwardly. Childish lines from a man dressed like a cowboy...great way to break the ice.
"No, I think the biggest concern of our's is not dying of heatstroke."
He looked back out the window and noticed a patch of flattened fur baked onto the black asphalt near the front tire. it had been there awhile, and looked to be too dry for any decomposer or scavanger to even bother with.
What a nice "Welcome To Mexico: Land of baked roadkill and creepy worms" that was.
Location: Suburbian outskirts of Los Demos.
(Didn't read the rules, cause I'm a pretentious douchebag.)

Serge pulls into the driveway of his family's rancher on the outskirts of Los Demos. He sighs as he kills the engine of his old Toyota and steps out. It's been around a year since he last visited his family, the longest he's ever been away. Being away at college was hard work and he spent the summer with a frined in Santa Fe. Luckily, his busy schedule had a break for him to take this trip.
As he steped out, he noticed something different in he neighborhood. It wasn't because he had been away. There was something else wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it. He shrugged it off as he moved closer to the front door. He stepped up on the porch, opened the glass door and knocked. He shuddered. The uncomfortable feeling of change returned and created a sort of tension. He waited and knocked again. Still nothing. He fished around in his pocket for his key ring and grabbed it. Hanging from it were several key of various purpose and his Swiss Army knife. He found his house key and opened the door.
"Hola, aqui estoy!" he shouted into the doorway. No answer. He shrugged, figuring they were out shopping or something. He shut the door and locked it. A wave of nostalgia came over him as he looked at his old home. He walked into the den and looked around. There were virtually no changes. He smiled and laid down on the couch. HIs last thought as he fell asleep looking at his ceiling was that he was home at last.
Location: Roadside 20 minutes from Los Demos.

When the man climbed back in, Viktor couldn't help but notice his boots and agree with what he said. Mexico sucks...

Viktor looked at the driver. His boots annoyed him enough. "I'm fine..." Viktor was urged to say something else. He then looked over to the man sitting in the front seat for a moment. He sighed and slumped in his seat.
((NeoCanti didn't even read the rules, did he?))

Location: Los Demos, Hotel Room

Smith hept listening to the FBI radio. Nothing. He didn't really have to listen to it. His contact monitored it plenty, all he had to do was wait for her to send him a word, but he had nothing better to do anyway.
His contact, Leanne Conner, was the only one of Acid Rain who he still had contact with, and for good reasons too. If this mission wasn't private, then she probably wouldn't be allowed to be a part of this mission on the cound of he was 'sleeping with the contact'. But all in all, what could he do? People get feelings, and being with her, Smith was glad he was still a person.

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