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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:31 am
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Username: N for Notorious Character name: Andre Luda Squad: Solo Gender: Male Age: 21 Occupation: Criminal(Drug Dealer, Petty Thief)) Weapons: Glock 9mm, 7" Combat Knife, .44 Magnum Appearance: Tan skin, darker than Caucasian but lighter than African, shaved head, soul patch. Always wears a Flat Brim hat over a bandana, baggy blue jeans, belt with a peace sign, baggy T-Shirt with an image of The Notorious B.I.G on it and the text "Where Brooklyn At?" Bio: Andre was never a good kid, born to a poor interracial family in the slums of L.A he was constantly exposed to Drugs, Guns and crime. Andre was convicted of his first felony on his fourteenth birthday and ever since then he has been putting together a increasingly long rap sheet. On his Nineteenth birthday he was let out of a State Prison and he drove home to his family home in L.A, when he arrived there however, the outbreak had begun and he was swept up in the mass hysteria.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:46 pm
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G-Username: Radioactive Octopus Character Name: Noel Scorcha Character Age: Nineteen Character Gender: Female Personality: Aggresive when it comes to fighting, but mellow normally. Squad: No squad yet Occupation: McDonalds employee Appearance: Click here. Perferred Weapon: M9 Pistol(nine milimeter), M4A1 Carbine rifle, M16 rifle, lumberjack's axe, and AK-47(rifle). Bio: Noel's mother was a bitter old drunk, and her father was a heavy smoker, an alcoholic, and also abused her. She has a mighty scar spreading across her stomach, also streching along her bare back. Her father almost beat her to death when she shot him. She couldn't take him, nor her mother no longer. She shot both, and hid their bodies in seperate places. Her father was put into a shreader. One limb at a time. Her mother was put into her own little fireplace. She had no choice but to burn, and shread them because Noel lived by an old archaeologist who was constantly digging in her front yard looking for friggin' dinosaur bones. Noel worked her way up into grammer school, high-school, and has now graduated from college. She got a job in McDonalds, and is now saving up for a new car, her own apartment at least, and is still searching for mister right. Her life is pretty dandy right about now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 5:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:18 am
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G-Name: The-Lone-Survivor Character Name: Mark Chance Squad:long dead Gender: M Age: 28 Occupation: Green Beret US army, and Gun repair/maintenance. Weapons: Silenced Mp5,Trench Shovel,Machete,Silenced UMP .45 pistol,Various knives. Appearance: Desert Camouflage, Full face protection (Gas Mask Night Vision Goggles.) Hiking backpack. Pet: Horace a trained Crow
Bio: Mark Had spent His life up to the outbreak in the military. Luckily when it started he had been on personal leave. His at home life was detached and never very interesting, Aside from his pet, Horace the Crow. He only really owned a few things. His favorite gun a Mp5,and His sidearm a .45 UMP also silenced, a few knives, an old machete, and a trench shovel bought second hand from a antique store A set of Night vision goggles and an old gas mask. Aside from that mostly the bare essentials and some camping gear. He did have a extensive supply of ammo and MRE's. Complements of the Army. The first few days before the outbreak he spent most of his time at the shooting range practicing with his Mp5, checking that it was sighted properly and in good working order. Mark was very familiar with this particular weapon. It was his primary weapon in the Green Beret. He could take it apart, clean it then put it back together blindfolded. His pet crow often accompanied him on missions. It was trained to not eat meat and only eat seeds and vegetables. This came in handy after the outbreak, Horace was trained to squawk quietly in Marks ear when someone or something was behind him. He had been saved a number of times by Horace, thus he regarded him higher than most of the humans he knew. Strangely enough Mark had a feeling something was going to happen soon. He packed up a hiking bag with all of the ammo he had, A sleeping bag,Hammock,tent,MRE's,and strapped some water and his shovel to the side. The very next day the reports came in. Mass Riots, Reports of cannibalism, Suicides everything that shouldn't be happening in a large country like America. With that he took his gear and headed for the door. Only to find his neighbor with half her face gone beating on it. Not even pausing to think about what he was doing, with practiced moves he shouldered his gun and fired. Producing about the noise that a fist striking a pillow would make, the bullet flew through the tempered glass into her head and beyond. Carefully opening the door and stepping past the body he moved for the woods. He had enough food to sustain him for well over a month. He moved quietly through the woods looking for a suitable tree to spend the night. Sitting in a Tall Maple tree Mark then decided to seek out other survivors and see where this new world was heading.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 2:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:54 pm
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G-Name: iPierre LeBeau Character Name: Dallas Thayer Squad: none yet Gender: Male Occupation: He was a bartender before the apocolypse. He now uses his bar and poolhall, The Eight Ball, as his safe house. Weapons: He has some beer bottles, a switchblade, the safety of a bar which is sealed at all entrances with tables and fridges and stuff, a .22 pistol an a sawed off shotgun he had bought to ward off poolhustlers and criminals. Appearance: (Image if possible!) He is tall and and lean. He is very toned, so even though he looks scrawny, he's tough as leather. His black hair is like my avis, short and sticking forward. He is in torn jeans, white bloodstained shirt and a leather jacket. His eyes are a cold, piercing gray and he obviously hasn't been able to shave in awhile. Bio/History: He was raised on the rough side of Seattle and his parents were poor. He was able to find a tight group of friends, even if they were all scums. They were a pretty bad influence and they brought Dallas down with them. His idea of a good time was hanging out at the bar, smoking, and beating up little kids. Eventually, he realized how lame that was and decided he was gonna make a proper living for himself and get outta that place. But he never got the chance, considering thats when the outbreak happened. So at the age of 23 he was stuck in a bar, watching the door and windows and living off of whatever he could steal from a grocery store across the street.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:25 pm
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G-Name: Mana tsubaki Character Name: Emily Garden Squad: none Gender: female Occupation: Convenience store cashier Weapons: four handguns (she runs out of bullets for one, she grabs another), machete, and a 12 guage shotgun (Hardly used, but keeps it anyway). Appearance: Black pants, shirt and jacket. Blends into the dark more. Bio/History: Emily is a high school girl who work part-time at a crappy convenience store. She hated the job, but wanted the money. What she hated most was her paranoid boss who would scream about the end of the world. Emily didn't take any notice to him until the initial infected patients began to grow and spread. She was at her job when she got news from her co-workers that there boss commited suicide inside his apartment, which didn't surprise her to be honest. Growing up, Emily was a fan of zombie movies and had the basic idea of how to kill these things. The only problem was that she didn't have any weapons or the knowledge of how to use them. Searching the store, Emiliy found tons of weapons stached in the boss's office. His paranoa was what made him stockpile these weapons and Emily thanked him for being useful for once.
For the first week of the outbreak, Emily and her four co-workers managed to defend themselve from some of the zombies that came to attack. It wasn't long that they overrun the place and began killing and eating everyone. Emily grabbed what she could and ran out of there as fast as she could. Whether or not any of her friend made it out is still unknown to her to this day. Now Emily made for her house, but was quite a walk since she lived two miles down the street. She would have stolen a car, but the noise would have alerted them, so she decided against it. After hours of walking and hiding from the zombies, Emily finally made it back to her house. What she found wasn't what she expected. The family car was gone, and the house was all torn up.
Her first thought was that they might have gotten eaten, and her second was that they must have escaped since the car was missing. Taking her chances, she checked the house for any clues. She found a note in the kitchen, from her mother, that they were going to a safe place. Before she could finish the last paragraph she was attacked. She escaped and was now determined to find them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:11 pm
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G-Name: Faults nobody Character Name: Vance Bane Squad: none yet Gender: male Occupation: artist/traveler Weapons: dual revolvers, P90, Shovel Appearance: Bio/History: "He was away.s a thinker, indeed. great planner." The last words of his father before the zombies ate him and destroyed the rest of the family blockade while he was out looking for supplies. Now a rogue, he lives by his rule, and his rules only. With a tactical mind, and skills that keep his memory in the dark, and himself hidden from standard veiw, he stays alive weeks at a time, always prepared for the hell that will soon break loose if he slips up. Thats what he trained for; thats what he was born for.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:35 pm
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G-Name: N for Notorious Character Name: Jason Ramirez Age:17 Squad: "The Lonely Island" gang on the USS Harry S. Tubman Occupation: resident of the USS Harry S. Tubman Weapons: Glock 9mm, Switchblade, Crowbar. Appearance: Bio: Born in Brooklyn, NY. From an early age Jason was exposed to crime. Taken on by the local drug dealers, Jason learned how to break into a house, fire his Glock 9mm, destroy evidence, hide a body, cook crack or talk his way out of a situation. A year and a half before the Great Panic, when Jason was fourteen, He and his Mother got onto a boat that was leaving ahead of the rush. Raised on the USS Harry S. Tubman from there on out, Jason formed strong bonds of friendship with the other young boys growing up beside him and after hearing an old Lonely Island song, "I'm on a boat", he and his friends named their gang "The Lonely Island." Now with food and supplies going scarce, Jason and his gang are getting ready to incite a mutiny and get themselves some food.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:21 pm
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