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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:51 pm
Updates ( 12.30 ) Open! Ish?
Well. The role-play is now open to the guild. I hope it goes better than it did with the public! whee
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:52 pm
The Story
For years, there’s been speculation that certain species carry cells in their bodies that can combat cancer, namely the Black Widow. Finally, in the year 2012, scientists started trying to manipulate those cells to come up with a cure for cancer, or at least a safer way of treating it. In late 2015, they managed to complete their speculations and take action on the spiders, manipulating the DNA and the eggs to create black widows that would produce more of these cancer combative cells in harmless venom. These Black Widows turned white through the experiments and the hourglass blue. Imagine being able to cure cancer with a spider bite! That’s what the scientists said, and in early 2017, the results started to look promising; however, about an hour or so after the cancerous cells had disappeared, the test rats died. Distraught at their failure, the scientists decided to call it a night, leaving a young intern to dispose of the dead rats.
As the young man was in the middle of doing so, one of them twitched, causing him to drop the container of dead rats and spilling them on the floor. A pleasant surprise! The rat had come back to life, and it looked like it was doing well. It cast its eyes on the intern who, in turn, knelt down and held his hand out.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, “Come on, I’ll feed you.” So, taking the chance, the rat scurried over and took a rather noticeable bite out of its food: the man’s hand. Instantly, he felt the blood in his hand surge before beginning to burn. He grabbed his hand and managed to back into a case, knocking it over and letting the twelve little white spiders free. Quickly, he stepped away from them, but he couldn’t see the rat that’d bitten him. Instead, something else caught his eye. Another rat twitched. And got up. And another. And then another.
February 14, 2017, 05:02
(The next morning.)
The rest of the scientists arrived at the desolate lab while the senior inserted the key into the lock and twisted it open, pushing the door ajar before it was violently pulled open. Around their feet, rats ran out of the lab and into the open world, and when they looked up, they saw a bloody intern standing before them: minus one eye and plus one wide, hungry grin.
We start off on this day. So far, I suppose the zombies have managed to make it into town, but very few people have noticed them. … Right before dying, that is.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:59 pm
Rules
1. Omg, no pictures of spiders. I'm an arachniphobic. None of this “*posts a picture of a spider* ha ha jk!!1” or “You’re going to have to get over your fear some time.” No, like, seriously, I don’t care. No pictures of spiders. Please. It just so happened that Black Widows are the only species I could think of with cancer combative cells, however weak they are in real life.
2. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, the usual rules will commence. No god-moding! Simple? Yes. Cliché? Uh-huh. Necessary to state? Absolutely. Of course, this also involves characters’ abilities and weapons. A woman who can’t walk properly shouldn’t be able to run away at the same speed as a track runner, and a car repairman wouldn’t have a stock of heat-seeking missiles on hand, just in case of zombie attack. There’s a reason Dawn of the Dead and Night of the Living Dead never merged with Superman and Fantastic 4.
3. No flaming or spamming. Again, simple, but necessary. Then again, they’re both kinda really simple, so I just put them together. No explanation necessary, right?
4. PM me your character bios. Please do not post them here. I hate finding a good RP and then see that it’s cluttered. That’s what the Character Bio post is for. That, and wait to be accepted before you post because I want the bio to be up before you do. Nothing annoys me more in an RP than seeing a character post and not being able to go up and see who they are. … Well, maybe that’s a lie, but it is annoying.
5. Follow all the rules. Yes, this is one of the rules. Why? Because it leads into the real Rule 5. Isn’t white text fun? Find it. Follow it. It’s somewhere in this post and will be bold and italicized.
6. Speaking of which, I don’t really care what you use for what, but type your posts as you would find them in a novel. That includes no asterisks for actions and such. Use quotation marks for spoken words. I use italics for thoughts, but I’ll leave thoughts to you. I can’t tell you how to work your (character’s) mind. razz
7. I reserve the right to add more rules. You won’t know when, and I won’t let you know. In fact, I might not add them onto this list. I might just think them, and you’ll have to find out where I am and read my mind. Just kidding, though, ‘cause that’s stupid. I hate stupid. Anyway, I’ll make a post in the thread, and it’ll be big and obnoxious. Or maybe I’ll have an Updates post. Hm… The possibilities…
8. Keep it PG-13. I mean, I guess blood and guts is okay since this is a zombie RP, but keep that in mind, people. It’s a zombie RP. So keep any romance down. That’s gross. I mean, seriously, what kind of character would you have to have in order to think of sex when the world’s population is literally dying and then popping back up like daisies? Just keep it limited. If your character manages to find a moment of “alone time” with another character, take it to PMs. Ugh…
9. Respect the characters and the other role-players. Yeah, it’s probably cheesy, but I don’t care. The characters are creations of the role-players, and I don’t know about you, but my characters and creations are important to me. Especially this one, man. I worked hard on her…
10. That kinda leads me into the next rule. Separate OOC from IC. Please. It annoys me more than a messy kitchen to see an RP where I can’t tell if the character or the role-player is speaking, and messy kitchens bug me. A lot.
11. Keep to the plot. Hey, guys? This is a zombie RP. Let’s keep it that way, nya?
12. If you don’t plan on returning, don’t plan on joining. Please post as much and as often as you can. I mean, I guess I can’t really kick anyone out unless they’re gone for way too long, but remember that this RP can have only so many characters, so consider it a privilege. Don't worry though. If it's clear that you're waiting for someone else to post before you can do so, that's not your fault, so I'm not gonna penalize you for it. Speaking of which, with the limited number of people, I like to keep the male/female ratio balanced. It’s just my thing, I guess.
13. No quote-towers. Actually, just don’t quote at all. If you need to get someone’s attention after a post, just give them a bit of a nudge via PMs. If you don’t know what a quote-tower is, it’s when someone quotes another (giving you that grey box with their post within your post). And then they’re quoted. And then the other is quoted again. And then finally, you’ve got monster posts with grey box within grey box within grey box, no one knows what’s being said any more, and it takes five minutes to scroll down half the page. Just don’t.
14. I am God. But not, so don’t worship me or anything. I just wanted to say it. whee Just please respect that this is my RP, and though I encourage creativity, I will lead it in the direction I want it to go if I see that it's getting too off track.
15. Enjoy!Rule 5: In the subject line of your PM to me, type “IT’S A KITTY!”
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:00 pm
Character Bio Format
Just copy and paste the following form into your PM to me. Please delete everything in the parenthesis, though. Thank you! [align=justify][size=10][b]Gaian Username[/b]: (Whatever you type into the little box to log in to Gaia.)
[b]Name[/b]: (I don’t care what your name is. I want your character’s name.)
[b]Age[/b]: (None of this “looks 18” stuff. If I want to know how your character looks, then I’ll ask for his/her appearance. Right now, I just wanna know how old your character is.)
[b]Gender[/b]: (Yeah, there’s a reason I didn’t put “Sex”. “yes plz ha hahhahha lololololl!!1” Ha. Ha. Anyway, just put down your character’s gender. Male or female. You’ve got a 50% chance of being right.)
[b]Appearance[/b]: (Told you I’d ask for appearance. Then again, since your character is human, he/she can’t look TOO much younger or older than he/she really is. Pictures are okay as long as they’re given here as a link. ALSO, if you’re going to put a link, make sure it *works*. This includes making sure that a password isn’t necessary to see it. I prefer animé pictures. And include height. Please.)
[b]Weapon(s)[/b]: (Optional. I won’t put a limit, but PLEASE be realistic about this. I mean, seriously, why would an 8-year-old be able to whip out a jackhammer at the sight of a zombie? Or why would an accountant have some unfathomable number of weapons on him *just because*?)
[b]Abilities[/b]: (Optional. No, I don’t mean heat-vision. I mean, can your character run really fast? Can they jump really high? Do bird calls? Burp the alphabet? Whatever. Again, just keep it realistic.)
[b]History[/b]: (Optional. Though it’s preferred, I understand that many would rather let that unfold as the RP does, and that’s fine. If you *do* put something here, just put down a little history lesson on your character.)
[b]Personality[/b]: (Optional. Seeing as how I don’t write character personalities -- why should I tell you how your character should see mine? -- I don’t require it. It’s just here if you wanna put something here. Just remember that no one is invincible. Mary-Sues, I guess, are allowed, but even *they* break down every so often. Trust me on this one, nya?)
[b]Other[/b]: (Considering that I’m still in bed typing this – using MS Word… -- I’m sure I’ve missed something, so if you want to let us know anything else about your character, just throw it in here. … Softly.)[/size][/align] Updates | Story | Rules | Character Bio Format | Characters | Signatures | Reserved
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:02 pm
Characters
Males Ausa-kun Gaian Username: Ausa-kun
Name: Alex
Age: 23
Appearance: Alex is around the 5'6.5" mark and weighs in about 180-200. He has a well built upper body with broad shoulders. Brown eyes and hair that tends to get in his eyes a lot. He also has a scruffy face from being lazy to shave. Which normally make people think that he's older then he really is. He wears glasses which normally makes him look more intelligent to others with a black collared buttoned up short sieved shirt witch go along with his black kaki pants. He works late for Dominoes Pizza as a delivery driver, and massage therapy, so the outfits and scrubs he wears aren't uncommon sites.
Weapon(s): He is, in short, a collector of blades of all kinds. Some are battle ready and others are for normally just for show. Just for protection, he carries a knife that is almost like a switch blade, but not classified as one and keeps a katana near his bed for safe references.
Abilities: Being that he delivers pizza, carries knives/swords, and does massage therapy, he has a few skills. He knows a lot about the human anatomy, and the pressure points (yes, he can do the Spok touch of death thing). A very good driver after doing the delivery thing for a couple years now. And tends to spar a lot with his friend a lot. He also has a knack of drawing, crafting and sewing from the anime/game cosplays that he has done in the past.
History: Born and raised in the city his family wasn't the richest people out there, but they weren't suffering either. As a child, he was quiet and didn't talk much, so in term he didn't have many friends. As he got older he opened up more and began to venture into new genres of the world which is where the game addict and anime fan started to grow more. By the time he was in high school he had plenty of friends and could open up easier to people. During the first year he met up with Kristen, and sense then, they've been very good friends and they've been there to help each other in different things. He started working at the age of 17, and since then still is. Working his way through college more or less on his own he is now a proud workmen of the Downtown Spa and soon hopes to be an owner of his own spa. The Illusionist Name: SGT Rip Steele
Age: 36
Appearance: 6'2", 215 lbs. Wears a beard made of rough stubble. For the rest, see avi.
Weapon(s): 2 9mm pistols, 1 Desert Eagle, 1 AR15 Assault rifle, 1 Mossberg 500 Shotgun with pistol grips, plenty of ammo, 3 fragmentation grenades, 1 incendiary grenade, 1 Benchmade AFO Auto Combat Knife.
Abilities: Highly trained killing machine who leads the local SWAT force. Can easily handle multiple attackers at once, using mainly brute strength to pulverize his enemies into submission. Has an eyepiece with motion-tracking sensors and infrared, plus heart-rate and blood-pressure meters.
History: Enlisted in the Army at the age of 17, trained in an Airborne division, showed high combat skills and was transferred to the Green Berets. Left the Green Berets after 4 years to join SEAL Team 6 and went on several missions before being shot so close to his spine he was nearly paralyzed. Being no longer fit for Active Duty military, he joined the reserves. After nearly 2 years of waiting and training his body, he saw fit to join the local SWAT team and move up the ranks there until he was the best SWAT officer the precinct had ever seen. His team had just been dispatched to the science labs on a recovery mission when they were ambushed by the undead scientists. He managed to save Corporal Jenkins from a fatal zombie bite by shooting off Jenkins' left leg at the knee. Has since been trying to get Jenkins medical attention while avoiding attacks.
Personality: Ruthless, calculating, gets the job done no matter what the cost.
Other: Always gnawing and smoking his signature brand of cigars. Females Gemini Pollux Name: Kristen “Kristi” Van Hidalgo
Age: 22
Appearance: Kristi stands at 5’3” with a bit of a…curvy build. Uneven strands of black, brown, red, and blonde hair hangs over her lightly tanned complexion. The slight roundness to her face and wide, brown eyes make her look younger than she really is, making it easy for others to confuse her for a high school student, while the beauty mark the rests under her left eye gives her a Marilyn Monroe-esque appearance in a lot of her pictures. She dons a white, sleeveless, collared shirt with a black tie. Over a white skirt, another black one extends to about 4-5 inches above her knees, and the slit that runs half-way up each side is laced together with black strings. A black ribbon ties her shoulder-length hair back in a half-ponytail, her black, steel-toed shoes resemble hiking boots, and white socks with a black ribbon at the top of each extends almost to her knees. She’s also got her dark grey fencing getup in her bag, so that’s also a possibility.
Weapon(s): She’d just finished with her fencing class, so she’s got her practice foil in her bag. She also has a black swept hilt rapier as she’d brought it into class to ask the professor about it.
Abilities: Her abilities include fencing, singing, drawing, and writing. She’s also pretty experienced in acting, so when she wants to carry out an alibi, she’ll do it. This also makes her resourceful as she is used to accommodating stories to her surroundings and vice versa.
History: Kristi grew up as the middle child, smushed between her twin brother David (older by an hour and fifteen minutes) and younger brother Ian by two years. Their father left them, and her mother was n business trips more than not, leaving the three to fend for themselves most of the time with the money she sent them. This has given her both boyish tendencies as well as motherly skills; thus, she doesn’t feel bad about their parents never being around since she believes she wouldn’t have been less responsible and/or understanding that she is. In any case, she doesn’t think about boys romantically as she believes that would hinder her sense of responsibility.
Other: In her bag, she also carries her first-aid kit—which includes a Swiss Army Knife Champion (which has 33 tools), a lighter, and a wide variety of bandages/ointments—and a few snacks such as candy and chips on the account of her low blood-sugar.
As of the recent events, her philosophy includes "swords don't run out of ammo." -ProcrastinatingSpazz- Name: Kimberly Rivers
Age: 19
Appearance: Kim stands at 5'6" in height. She has short brown hair that's usually pretty messy, as she doesn't spend much time fixing it up and it's too short to really pull back, since it just reaches past her chin. She's often found with a black beanie on her head in an attempt to hide her messiness. Her bangs fall in her face, partially obscurring her bright blue eyes. Her skin is pale, and her body type is slender, but kind of shapely and also toned from working with her father. She often wears a sleeveless white shirt, a tank top, along with a baggy pair of black cargo pants, which she keeps a number of random items stored inside the pockets of. And her feet usually have on a pair of black and white converse. Almost 24/7, she'll be wearing a silver music note on a thin twisted black rope that hangs at the base of her neck.
Weapon(s): A pistol that her father had kept in case of home invasions. She found where he hid it and the extra bullets, though there aren't that many... She's also got her medium sized wrench always in a pocket of her pants.
Abilities: She's a mechanic, all set and ready to take over the business from her dad once he quits and she's finished with college and all that. So she's good with cars, locks, and numerous other things. She also sings, which is why her father got her the necklace.
History: She grew up pretty normally, though her mother grew ill and died when she was about four. So she's grown up with her father, and become quite a huge tomboy because of it. Since she's an only child, she's grown up with the intent of taking over her father's mechanic shop and he's taught her all he knows, plus a few unneeded extras like, for instance, lock picking. She and her father live above the actual shop in a living area on the second floor and she walks every day to the nearby college that she attends.
Other: Her pockets usually contain a candy bar or two, her mp3 player, wallet, keys, and a medium sized wrench. Because she's used to people stopping her and having her help them with a problem with their car or something, if it's small. Updates | Story | Rules | Character Bio Format | Characters | Signatures | Reserved
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:04 pm
Signatures
For those of you creative spirits who would like to make a signature banner or something for the RP, just send them to me, and I’ll put ‘em up here. Remember, though, no pictures of spiders. Please. Updates | Story | Rules | Character Bio Format | Characters | Signatures | Reserved
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:07 pm
Reserved
Again, I’m typing this all up when I still haven’t gotten out of bed ‘cause I’m a lazy bum like that. Anyway, I’m sure I’ve forgotten something very important, so a soon as I figure out what that is, it’ll go here. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:09 pm
I can't believe I paid two dollars more for this than I could have... she thought to herself, looking down at her fencing bag as if using x-ray vision to see the blade she'd brought in for unofficial appraising. AKA, find out how much her professor paid for the same thing. Though the sword itself cost the same amount, he'd saved on shipping and handling, but that was still a cost.
A sigh tumbled past her lips as she stepped off of campus, heading for the bus stop. It wasn't until she crossed the street and got there, of course, that she realized that the street was much quieter than it usually was. She raised her wrist a little to look at her watch, noticing that it was just before ten-thirty. Well, ten-fifteen, is an odd time to get out of class... Kristi tried to reason, but her brows furrowed again, But still...it's never this quiet on the street...
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:19 pm
Alex sighed as he drove along in scrubs, cracking his fingers against the wheel. His hand was sore from doing acupressure to a guy at the spa, and the guy couldn't feel anything until his fingers and knuckles were white. Pulling up to a stop, he looked to see his friend walking across the street towards her bus stop. He honked the horn and yelled her over, "Hey Kristi! Need a lift?" He called with a smile, seeing as he had nothing better to do for the moment. The thing that bothered him most was that he only saw a few cars out on the road, and this was a pretty big city. It was bound to have more cars then this. 'One other thing about the guy from work. He had a bruise of what seemed like a bite mark on his shoulder, and his skin was pale white...'
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:08 pm
She coughed into her wrist a little until she heard a car coming up the road: the first she'd seen since getting out of class. "Ah, so it is you," she smiled, waving a little before shrugging the shoulder from which her fencing bag hung, "You don't mind if I put this in the back, do you?" And, without waiting for a response, she stepped forward towards the car, and knocked on the passenger door, just out of habit, before taking the handle into her hand and opening it to sit in the car. Within a few seconds, she'd reached back to drop her bag into the back seat and closed the passenger-side door. "Where are you going?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:16 pm
He chuckled slightly at how she could be...controlling? "Home. Dominoes called up and told me that they were dead, so no point in going in. How are you doing today anyways, Kristi?" He asked as he looked both ways before making a left turn from where they were stopped. "And how was class?" He asked glancing over at her, rubbing the back of his neck and cracking it while rotating it from side to side. Again, the street they turned onto seemed to be dead. The only cars that were out were the ones parked on the sides of the street, and there were no life signs of anyone being out. It was as if they were the only people left in the city. "Where do you want to go? Home, I'd imagine."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:44 pm
"I'd like to go home," she chuckled, raising her brows, "But, alas, I wasn't so lucky as to receive such a call from work, so I need to get to the mall. I was actually thinking I was gonna be late since the bus didn't seem to be coming, so I'm glad you showed up. Otherwise, I would have missed the day and not gotten paid for it."
She knew that this must have sounded petty to the normal person, but for her, missing a day's worth of pay was a big thing. Pretty much, not going to work meant no tips, and no tips meant she didn't eat that night. Or until the next time she went to work.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:11 pm
"Alright ma'am. The tab on this taxi is ticking," he said with a smile as he peered around through the window at the surrounding streets. "Uh...so have you noticed anything about today?" He asked, kind of hesitantly. "Not to be the bearer of bad news, but no one is out. I dunno what's going on myself," he said, thinking if there were some reason why the people of the city would evacuate for. "What do you think?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:43 pm
Kimberly was at home, in the living space above the shop where he and her father stayed. Only, her father wasn't there today. She was currently leaning out the window, staring at the strangely desolate road for any sign of his return, but saw no trance of one. She was starving though, and it was his turn to cook! And when it was his turn to cook, she absolutely refused to cook in his place. Maybe he was just coming home late to try to avoid it. "...I'm making you pay me back for this," she grumbled to herself as she moved to her desk. She began loading up her pockets with the usual stuff. Her wallet, a butterfinger and a twix bar, her mp3 player, a wrench that didn't seem like it would fit, yet did, and her keys. With her baggy cargo pants weight up, she lingered a second to make sure her belt was secure, and then headed down the stairs, exiting through a back door of the shop. She locked up behind herself and started off down the road.
Geez... she thought to herself, taking off her beanie for a second to scracth her head, hair sticking in random directions again, like always. It's pretty dead 'round here. She shoved the hat back onto her head and continued walking, pulling out her wallet for a second to check and see how much money she had. Seemed like she had plenty. So she stuffed it back in and kept on walking. However, when she arrived at the bustop, there was no one else waiting. It was kind of late but... usually there was at least someone around. She sighed and moved forward anyway, taking a seat on the bench and waited.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:44 pm
"That's tough since I'm outta money right now," she said, sticking out her tongue before listening to him continue. "Yeah, I have noticed that. It's almost as bad as my spending two dollars too much on the sword I put in your back seat. I mean, yeah, it was on shipping and handling, but if I knew it was gonna be that bad, I could have gone to pick it up myself since the d--"
Kristi cut herself off, realizing that rambling about such a thing when Alex had seemed rather hesitant probably wasn't the best of ideas.
"Well, the company did release a new dark roast to the public, but I doubt this many people would disappear from the outdoors like this for a cup of coffee, so I don't know..."
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