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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:44 pm
Nothing has been safe for quite some time since the Raccoon city incident. The T-virus. And now Africa and Oroboros. But nothing could compare to what would happen next. After Sinking Wesker's remains in the active volcano, the remains of his body leaked into the air system and began to infect cultures from all directions, eventually causing a world wide Pandemic. The world falling into calamity. Though through it all- Survivors and experts began to ban together. S.T.A.R.S, Military, Civilian. Anyone who could hold a gun, load a bullet, and pull a trigger.
The struggle continues. Join together, and bring forth the hope of a new day. Lest you chose to help, or discard those around you for yourself. The choice... is yours...
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:48 pm
Rules
1. Please, No god modding or power playing.
2. Obey Gaian ToS
3. Gore is accepted.
4. Uh... I guess we can throw maybe some romance in.
5. No, you can't be a zombie.
6. You, just like the game, are only allowed six things at all times. No more.
7. I don't care about a spiffy title. Just nothing ridiculous. 8. Have fun
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:53 pm
Setting
Note: Setting is subject to change/character background.
Main Setting - Tokyo Japan
Side Setting - Los Angeles
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:01 pm
Character Skeleton[b][color=red]User Name[/color][/b]:
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**[color=blue][b]Status[/b][/color]: *- Note: Ammo, Weaponry, herbs/spray, and other various objects take up separate slots.
**- Note: Statuses include: Civilian, S.T.A.R.S, Military, etc.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:31 pm
Items WeaponryM92F - A standard Handgun [Requires handgun ammo]
Ithaca - A shotgun, shoots widespread shots [Requires Shotgun shells]
M3 - A more powerful, faster shooting Shotgun, holds less ammo [Requires Shot gun shells]
AK-74 - A machine gun with great fire power, but holds very little ammo [Requires machine gun ammo]
SIG-556 - A very weak, but fast shooting gun, holds great quantities of ammo [Requires machine gun ammo]
S75 - A long ranged sniper rifle Very powerful poor reload speed [Requires Rifle ammo]
Dragunov SVD - Not as strong as the S75, but is more easier to reload and holds more than one Bullet. [Requires Rifle ammo]
S&W M29 - A magnum That packs a punch, but has poor reload time [Requires Magnum bullets
L-Hawk - A less powerful magnum, holds a great amount and reloads quickly. [Requires Magnum bullets]
Hand Grenade - Goes boom [Can hold a maximum of 4]
Flash Grenade - A blinding grenade that can also deafen. [Can hold a maximum of 4]
Incendiary Grenade - a quite explosive Grenade, that spreads a massive amount of fire in an area [Can only hold 1 per slot]
Handgun Ammo - Can hold a max of 100 bullets per slot
Shotgun Ammo - Can hold a max of 50 Bullets per slot
Machine Gun Ammo - Can hold a max of 200 bullets per slot
Magnum Ammo - Can hold a max of 10 bullets per slot
Rifle ammo - Can hold a max of 20 per slot
Healing/Misc items
Green Herb* - Standard herb, cures most bites [Requires one slot Only one per slot]
Red Herb** - Green herb required to mix, Cures more bites [Requires Green herb to make R&G, Plus one slot, only one per slot]
Yellow Herb*** - R&G herb required to mix, Cures all bites [Requires R&G herb to make Y&R&G herb, Plus one slot Only one per slot]
First Aid Spray** - Fully heals any wounds [Requires one slot, Only one per slot] *Common **Uncommon ***Rare (will add more later)
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:33 pm
Characters
S.T.A.R.S.
User Name : Ronald Lee Character Name: Cain Black Age: 21 Gender: male Appearance:  * Inventory: [desert eagle][Handgun (x100] [p90][Machine Gun (x600] [green herb] Character Background: Cain works for stars and is an highly respected man in all parts. He is on an mission in japan to find an man who holds and secret they need to know. all he has is an picture of the man and an name Mark Redfield. He knows were he is at but is having no luck. his partner died an week after he got there by some new thing he had never seen before. Character Personality: cocky, intelligent, brave, wanting to help,will risk his own life for others. ** Status: S.T.A.R.S. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ User Name: Ookami Hitori Character Name: Ookami Hitori Age: 18 Gender: male Appearance:  * Inventory: [Ithaca][shotgun ammo x50] [green herb][green herb] [first aid spray][-] Character Background: Ookami is a special member of S.T.A.R.S. He is a medic who is also very skilled marksmen. He was shipped to Japan to help fight the virus. Character Personality: smart, is ready to help anyone in need of it, and sometimes is a show off ** Status: S.T.A.R.S. MilitaryUser Name:JokezOnYou Character Name: Cameron Ripley Age:22 Gender:Male Appearance:  * Inventory: [XM8 Rifle][Rifle Rounds x20] [Tactical Police Shotgun][Rounds x50] [First Aid Spray][Flash Bang grenade x4] Character Background:Grew up in Los Angeles. Joined the Marine Crops at age 17. After three years, enlisted in Tactical Recon and Assessment. After the incident at Raccoon City, T.R.A. was turned into Tactical Recon and Neutralization. Their job is to enter an area considered infected, gather recon on possible infected, and neutralize the threat, if any. Character Personality: Wise-Cracking, loud mouth, Loyal, quick thinking, fast reflexes, hot under pressure. ** Status: Military (T.R.N.) CivilianUser Name razz ope Naught Character Name:Mark "Ace" Redfield Age:20 Gender:Male Appearance:  Inventory: [M92F][Handgun Ammo(x100)] [Drugnov SVD][Rifle Ammo (x20)] [First Aid Spray][Lighter] Character Background: An Ex-stars member, dropped out after witnessing the Raccoon city incident. He was apart of the Umbrella corp investigating unit and now carries a deep dark secret. One that cannot be shared for the sake of his survival. He had became a recluse to the world before finally stepping out of his shell the day the world fell into chaos and made his way to Japan, upon arrival, the main outbreak occurred in Japan. Leaving him- Much like many, there to survive for themselves. Character Personality:Witty, cool, cocky, intelligent, brave, and willing to save others for the sake of humanity. Also, he's a total play boy and flirts with anything that moves. Status: Ex-S.T.A.R.S, Now civilian ----------------------------------------------------------------------- User Name surprised ni-no-kori Character Name biggrin ante Koiji Age:27Gender:Male Appearance: * Inventory: [M29F][Handgun(x100)] [L-Hawk][Magnum(x10)] [Green herb][Flash Grenade (x4)] Character Background::An ex-Military man with special ops training. At the beginning of the T-virus outbreak he opted out of the special forces to help civilians. A week into the outbreak his wife and kids were turned and he had to kill them. Since then he has been quiet and a little reckless. Character Personality:Quiet, reckless, willing to give up his life, won't be pushed around. ** Status:Ex-military, now civilian ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- User Name: Eff You Sideways Character Name: Acydia Haddix [Just call her Acid.] Age: Twenty-two. Gender: Female. Appearance:  * Inventory: [Green Herb] [L-Hawk] [Magnum (x10)] [M92F] [Handgun (x100)] [Flash Grenades (x4)] Character Background: Born into a wealthy family, Acid Haddix was a maelstrom of power and influence at a very young age. She, even as a child, had the ability to bully those for what she wanted, no matter how selfish her reasons were. She is used to getting what she wants, and will not settle for anything less than the best of the best. When the newest outbreak began to occur, she withheld all of her material, worldly possessions to herself, thinking only of how to save her, and her alone. Needless to say, her parents both perished in violent, bloody ways. Opening her eyes to the true horror of the world, Acid joined the military, replacing her weak arms that were only used to the weight of expensive designer jewelry with the muscles of a true warrior. She was a proud combatant, and very useful, until the happenings pf Raccoon City. Things only seemed to get grimmer and more deadly for Acid after that, and eventually, she opted out to go back to hoarding designer clothes and screwing around with too many people with too much time on their hands. She still keeps herself well armed and well dressed, a nose turned up to the majority of the world. She's not as selfish as she once was, but the gruesome things she's witnessed will make her forever cold. Character Personality: Acid is not a friendly person at first. She doesn't like new faces too much, and those who dare to stand in her way get beaten down pretty quickly. She knows everything and anything about the expensive crap that she drapes herself in, but nothing of the kindness that could be shown to her, if given the chance. People look at Acid and think things like "dirty whore" and "selfish b***h", but Acid only keeps people out for their sake. The world doesn't need any more monsters, and if you do something stupid, it is pretty much set in stone that Acid will hurt your little feelings. ** Status: Ex-Militia. Now a standard civilian, trying to pick of the pieces of a life filled with gore. Umbrella Corp.Government
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:07 pm
Whit list
Ronald (For using one of my favorite resevil wallpapers for a banner)
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:16 pm
You always get to me
Always get to you
Always do your worst to get the best of me.[>Mark Redfield<]
It was night time in Japan, the worst time rather. This was when the infected people were at the worst. They had a heightened sense of smell, and some were rather intelligent. But there were still survivors, they were the last strand, the final hope. They needed to find out a way to solve this problem. But it was hard when the numbers were so few, compared to the millions of zombies. This was a problem.
A male sat atop a four story building in the small city he was hidden in. A cigarette rested in his lips as he was perched, a sniper rife, his trusty Drugnov. It was a Russian sniper rifle that shot great distances, sure- it didn't pack much of a punch, but if you shot these things in the head once it was game over. Bodies lingered in a sort of line or a wall, it was obvious this was his doing. But it attracted more. And repelled survivors. The smell of rotting flesh was disgusting.
The male only sighed as he looked through his scope, allowing now a growl to escape his lips. Damn these things were persistent, they kept coming, he kept shooting. With that, the sound of the rifle rang out, dropping one of the yellow skinned zombies, this was obviously the result of Japan having the highest population. Damn his ideals. It was unavoidable for the T-virus to NOT spread. This caused him bitterness. To even think that he got so deep into the Umbrella case. The things he had seen, heard, and read. It gave him nightmares.
The black haired male rose off his seat as he looked down at the ground. His black jacket swaying in a breeze, the smell overwhelming him. Such a terrible smell, he couldn't tell if this was ever a nightmare or not. But his attention was quickly caught as he saw it-
A pack of wild Hell Hounds. Just great. He sighed and lifted his sniper rifle to the post he had, and looked through the scope. Counting to three every time he fired a round. A sort of- stabilizing technique he had. Shortly after this barrage of "one,two,threes" the pack of demon dogs was out for the count. Mark leaning back in his chair, his hand lifting to the cigarette as he inhaled one last time. Smiling and flicking the cigarette onto the ground.
Lifting from his chair, he lifted the sniper rifle and put it onto his back, the strap causing the barrel of the gun to point downwards, afterall- He kept the safety off. The Black haired male beginning to walk down the stairs of the building, only to shortly stop- He heard a shuffling noise, just perfect. With this, he slowly lifted a sleek ivory colored handgun from his jacket, dropping the clip, seeing that it was full and began to dash.
Leaping forwards, he threw his body through a door, causing it to splinter, the wood crashed into a yellow undead, sending it slamming into the wall, his body quickly saulting and sending his legs into the body, causing both to slam into the ground, a chilling crack echoing out as he lifted off the ground, the body was down, but he knew how these things worked, and he didn't have any sort of ignition to burn the corpse so he quickly took off, running outside and sliding to a stop, the smell of gasoline now picked up in his nose as he lit his lighter and placed it near his feet, a trail of flame lighting up and going towards the wall of zombies, catching them on fire. his hand lifting a rag as he tied it around his mouth, it was rather thick, so he couldn't breath through it. but he wouldn't inhale the air.
Shortly thereafter, he returned to the building and slumped against the wall, sliding down it and sitting with his head close to his knees, staring at the ground. He couldn't take much more of this back and forth thing. It was affecting his psyche. Me always pushing you
Always pushing me
Always manage to being the worst in you!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:53 pm
Dante Koiji Dante walked through the alleyways, so as to avoid contact with the undead. It's the last thing he needed at this moment in time. Being night time he had already been attacked twice. He hated using ammo but it almost seemed necessary. They seemed to get smarter during the night time. He kept walking on and began to smell something bloody terrible. He covered his mouth with a little rag he tied on to his shirt.
Dante walked out into the street to see some of the zombies dead and burning. It looked like they had been shot by a sniper rifle and then somebody had decided to dispose of their bodies. This definitely was not the work of a handgun like he preferred to use. He walked past the zombies and started towards the nearest building. He hugged the wall and looked around. He would never leave his back exposed in the chance that one of them would be able to sneak up on him.
Dante looked, stepped inside and kept his gun trained straight ahead, but also listening for movement around him. He began to climb the stairs. Fresh footprints in blood showed somebody was here, but if they were alive he didn't know. He climbed all the flights of stairs to the top and got ready to go on to the roof.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:30 pm
• • •__Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies to dull the pain_xx...• • •
• • •// Regret will be your bride, regret will be your bride__xx...• • •
The stench of gore and rot clouded the dingy streets of this particular Japanese city. Tightly drawn together heels clicked the dampened streets carefully as a woman no older than twenty two lurked eerily around the corner of a tall, looming building. She had an hourglass build, the kind you expect from a well brought-up and now ex-military woman. Long, crimson red hair streaming down her back. Green eyes stuck out of the crimson mess, scanning the dank streets for any zombie survivors. A handgun was strapped to a neatly fish-netted leg, an ammo belt barely poking out from under the top of her red Chanel skirt-suit. Well dressed, well armed, and fangs bared. Acydia Haddix was a dangerous woman.
Nearly choking on the rotten smell, Acid shimmied around the corner. Standing amongst the carnage, she gave a small chortle to herself. "And so this is what my life has come to..." she mumbled coldly, staring into the burning corpses, the flames reflecting angrily in the gleam of her eyes, as if a forest had caught fire in her gaze.
Small shuffling noises ensued around her. She was alert and aware that there were other beings around her. Zombie or human, it was wise not to surprise Acid. She had the nasty habit of turning feral and snapping her fangs at the throat of anyone that would show any threat to her.
::: //quoth;; :::
••• //__A C ii D xXx H a DD ii X__Xx •••
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:46 pm
You always get to me
Always get to you
Always do your worst to get the best of me.[>Mark Redfield<]
Feet hitting the steps echoed through the building he was resting in. Someone was in the stair well- and the steps were far to intelligent to be of Zombie origin. Another survivor, that would mean that he wasn't the only person alive in this district. His body lifted off the wall as he moved away from the door, lifting his handgun and turning the laser pointer on. After all, you couldn't be to careful.
His pale hands wrapped around the butt of the gun, the other holding it to pull the trigger. He recalled a moment when he was in the Umbrella facility. He had an encounter just like this, and barely walked away from it. His body arched forwards some as he prepared himself waiting for the door to open.
He prepared his body once more, and began to open towards the door, he would have the element of being on the ball, and would find out whom was at the door. But he was quickly cut short as he heard a sort of 'thump' noise behind him, his head turning slowly and his eyes growing wide. This was something he didn't need.
"A ******** licker!? Are you serious!?"
The beast moved it's head towards the black jacketed male, it's features made it appear as if it were stripped of flesh and was only muscle. It had no eyes, but had a nose, ear, and well, a mouth- but it's mouth extended more than a normal humans ever would, and its signature, why they were called lickers- It's abnormal tongue dropped down to the ground, slithering some causing the male to scoot against the wall. His hand gripping the door and tearing it open. Letting whomever behind the door see what was in front of them.
"All right you piece of muscle!" He ran forwards and jumped forwards, unloading seven shots on the shoulders of the beast, his body rolling across the the roof top away from the tongue that slammed on the ground, it's tongue moving swiftly, aiming to stab into mark, but his body rolled again. the tongue stuck in the ground as he rolled to his feet looking to the door. He was obviously armed and would prove useful. He quickly yelled at the door.
"Don't just stand there!" Me always pushing you
Always pushing me
Always manage to being the worst in you!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:03 pm
Dante Koiji"Mother-fu..."was all you heard before 3 shots from Dantes gun rang out, the bullets hitting the licker in the head. He knew he didn't kill it so he ran forward and kicked the thing in the face. You could hear its bones crunching, and the momentum carried them both forward, making both of them fall off the building. At the last second Dante caught the ledge and put his gun away, to pull himself up.
"The names Dante." he said as he quickly looked to the ground below. He saw that the licker had landed in the fire along with the other zombie bodies. It was writhing on the ground as it burned alive. He walked back away from the ledge towards the door and closed it. "How long have you been here?" he asked walking over to the other man on the roof.
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