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Smoke and Powder; historcal Zombies!
Topic Started: April 16, 2011, 7:34 am (654 Views)
Jester
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The worst Plague of the 18th century.
Typhus? No. Malaria? Guess again. Black Death, or Smallpox? No on both accounts. No my friends, the worst plague of the 18th century, and maybe of the history of mankind was one that threatened to wipe humanity from the face of the earth all together, and made the present day not possible. It was something the men and women of history covered up, and kept from the world, and only in recent discoveries have we uncovered the truth. The truth of how the paranoia of the undead are already beyond true, of how it already happened....


{The RolePlay is based around the concept of a Zombie apocalypse, only taking place rather than in the present day or in the future, but rather in the past, during that of the 18th century. It all began with what was believed to be an odd outbreak of the smallpox in Napoleon's troops. It the cases began to prove worse and worse, and fewer and fewer victims were surviving. It wasn't till they noted the corpses of those who had died were reanimating that they even began to hint at realizing what was going on, and by then it was too late.
You can play the part of a Soldier (for any side or rank that would be be there.) or a civilian of any nature that would be around. Be they farmers, tradesmen, or any other of the various professions of the time. Who and what you are will dictate your options and what you are trained with and what you know how to do. Try to end the scourge, try to escape it, or just try to survive.}

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Edited by Jester, May 5, 2011, 6:36 pm.
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{what has happened shall be summarized here.}
Edited by Jester, April 17, 2011, 5:47 am.
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Alright, We will accept Profiles now if you want to make them. Any questions feel free to ask.
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Name:Andrew McCormac
Age:
52
b]Profession:[/b] Blacksmith
Stats: (Str-13 End-13 Dex-8 Per-8 Int-8)
Weapons: Smithing hammer, wood ake, hatchet, blunderbuss
Gear: White Tunic, Work apron, boots, work pants, large hanging satchel.
Talents: Smithing, limited carpentry, limited farming
Personality: He's an old shit. and the only reason that he managed to be 52 is cause he keeps his nose out of trouble. He loves his family and would quickly put his life on the line for them
Bio: Then when he had to kill his family as they were trying to eat him, he was a changed man after that, he wasnt collected an reserved, but just angry, he hated those things for taking his family. so he unofficially joined the army as a tradesman. that way he could travel around with them looking for more, but at any point he could tell them to screww off and go his own direction
Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum

"I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you"

"Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly"
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gasp! someone actually joined.

Well, profile is well enough save for a few things. Firstly, your character's personality and bio bleed together and don't actually give much information on the character outside of the john smith style setting. Try and elaborate on the details and make the two groups defined in their separation. >.>
which leads to the next part being that the armies themselves aren't actually hunting the zombies, they're trying to destroy each other without being swamped by them.
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I'LL BE JOINING!!! ZOMBEHS!!!!
THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!!
don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run.
Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor.....

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ZEN GET IN ZE PROFILE!!! >:O
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ZE SHEET VILL BE UP TOMORROW!!!
THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!!
don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run.
Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor.....

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ZAT IS NOT ZE VAY ZINGS SHOULD BE DONE! YOU SCHOULD HAVE HAD IT UP YEZTERDAY!
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ZHUT YER MOUTH! I VILL BREAK LIKE BRICK HITTING GLASS!!!!
I'll stop spamming now. :3
THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!!
don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run.
Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor.....

Spoiler: click to toggle

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Name: Alexei Volkov
Age: 21
Profession: Soldier in the Imperial Russian Army
Stats: (Str-7 End-14 Dex-8 Per-12 Int-9)
Weapons: Musket, knife
Gear: Shako, green greatcoat, binoculars, haversack, bayonet, army rations.
Talents: A talented tracker, marksmen, and survivalist.
Personality: Not the strongest or the fastest or the smartest, Alexei is certainly however the strongest willed. He's cool and calculating and rarely shows emotion. With an extreme will to live and to his comrades, Alexei puts others before himself. He is always the first one in and the last one out, and he always makes sure work gets taken care of no matter how hard and long it takes. He is a gun: point him in the right direction, and nothing will stand in his way.
Bio: Born in Arkhangelsk, Alexei was born into a family of big game hunters. Making a living off of the land was not enough, however, and he at age of 16 he enlisted in the Imperial Russian Army. He's fought through many theaters of combat already in the Napoleonic Wars, and while he certainly hasn't been the most decorated, his superiors have never seen reason to scold him or the like. He serves as a tool, and is only truly at ease when killing.
Edited by Juicesir, May 2, 2011, 4:50 pm.
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alright, firstly, really wasn't any "long ranged musket" The Russian infantry were issued two kinds of muskets, the 1805 pattern, and the 1807 pattern. (though we're going to not worry about the exact model.) So it'd just be a musket really. And just so you know, infantry is not issued swords unless you're an officer, as a result he would have had to of picked it up somewhere and as such wouldn't be well skilled with the weapon. Their main 'melee' weapon was actually their muskets with the bayonet.
(just thought I'd let you know)
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I can change it. I just thought knife didn't sound period enough but that's fine. Is it accepted?
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yep. accepted. I'll be adding a registry and adding you to it when I get a chance.
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Personality: He's an old shit. and the only reason that he managed to be 52 is cause he keeps his nose out of trouble. "keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you" he always would say. He loves his family and would quickly put his life on the line for them. He's honest and hard woeking, but thats not to say he would cheat if teh price was right. His dream was to grow old and see his grandchildren born at least, possible grow up.

Bio: He was working in the forge one day with his assistant. However his assistant was having a bad day, he was distracted cause his brother had gone of to fight and he was worried about him greatly. then the assistant just stopped showing up to work. he sent him a letter asking where he was, if he was alright that sort of stuff, but he got no response. So he decided he would stop at his house with his family after church on sunday.

when they arrived however it looked like no one was home "maybe he left to join the army dear" his wife said, "No, thats not like will. he'd of let me know" he told her. So they went to the front door and he knocked, the door was opened to his knock, they walked indside, the floorboards creaking. they heard a moan and a stumble. "William?!" Andrew called out. they a horrid figure charged form the darkness, decrepit and dead, but still moving somehow. It bit his son before he could throw it off. They quickly left and closed the door behind them. It sounded like he was trying to follow but couldnt open the door.

They told the athorities and it was big hush hush matter to them. so they were paid to keep quiet and not ask question. that night however he heard a scream from his daughters room. He rushed in to find that his son was biting her as well! he picked him up and threw him to his wife and checkd his daughter. the second the wife caught the son, he bit her as well. He locked his son in the closet and warpped his daughter in a blanket next to the fire, he told her "wait here while i call the police darling". so he returned with the police after an hour or so tp find his wife and daughter dead on the floor, but no signs of a struggle. The police immediately took his son and shot him right in front of him.

They were taken to the mourge where he visited them. As he was visiting, they returned and attacked him, he had no choice but to kill them. he had just come from work so he still had his hammer on him. he bashed in their breains, both of them. after that he resolved to kill the rest of them so no other family would have to deal with the pain he now endured.

That better?
Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum

"I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you"

"Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly"
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Name: Victor 'Raven' Fletcher
Age: 32
Profession: Professional Thief/Burgler
Stats: Str-6 End-6 Dex-12 Per-13 Int- 13
Weapons: Revolver dagger(ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pistol_sword), steel short-sword
Gear: dark blue long coat, dark blue hat, lock-picking kit, spyglass
Talents: Lock picking, lying, sneaking, breaking-and-entering, hand-to-hand combat
Personality: coming soon
Bio: coming soon
I don't have to type up a personality and bio. Tell me if I can;t have the Revolver-dagger.
THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!!
don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run.
Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor.....

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alright pun, the personality is fine, but the bio isn't quite the ordeal. Bio's shouldn't be SOO long that it's like a RP post. Just give me basics about his life, such as his family, where he was born, it's actually a rather small part of the profile if worded correctly.
And if you could, just edit the revisions into the first post (or re-post the entire thing if you MUST) Sense keeping them together makes it easy for me to put it into the registry.
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Name: Caprice Niglio
Age: Twenty-five.
Profession: She prefers the term 'woman of negotiable affection' as opposed to prostitute. A few years ago, however, she fell into a group of criminals and hasn't looked back since.
Stats: Str-8 End-8 Dex-10 Per-12 Int-12
Weapons: A stolen, rather battered pistol she's named Maria, though she doesn't have a lot of shot to go with her 'friend'. There's also a knife hidden within her bodice, though it's a pain to get out in times of need.
Gear: A long-sleeved chemise/blouse, with a tattered bodice laced carefully to conceal the knife clasped to one side. Skirts made of various scraps of material hide her pistol and its gunpowder and shot in varying places without them being conspicuous, and a pair of rough, half-broken leather boots that really need repairing - or scrapping - are pulled up to her knees.
Talents: She has a knack for wheedling information out of people, whether that's by seduction or just making them feel at ease with her laughter. Caprice is also a surprisingly good shot, and, while it takes her a little while to load the pistol, she's getting faster and more efficient. She also makes a good distraction.
Personality: Loud and brash when she's around her boys; a lover of laughter and life itself. Around others, she's a little more reserved, but only for long enough to determine what those others are like before blooming into her talkative, vivacious self. Headstrong and more than a little arrogant, she'll march into a situation, plough through it until she's stuck, and then call for help. Afterwards, she won't mention the situation until she thinks up an excuse for messing it up.
Bio: Born and raised in the back-streets of Naples, Caprice was pretty much destined to become a harlot, for want of a better word. The second oldest of six, she spent most of her childhood helping her parents raise her siblings, along with her older sister, of course.
Though it was clear that she was capable of great things from her birth, she was unable to attend any form of education until her younger siblings were old enough to look out for one another, and by that time she'd already been 'initiated' in the way of her mother. Despite this, she'd always been happy and resilient to the depression of the world around her. Perhaps that was what drew the Camorra to her in the first place - her unwavering enthusiasm, teamed with her mental capabilities, made her a useful distraction, and, while she was unaware of it at the time, she became quite valuable to the small 'tribe' she served unknowingly - a little group of six or seven men, though it fluctuated from time to time.
When she reached eighteen, she found herself in a spot of bother with the law-enforcers, which her 'friends' saved her from. Becoming close to the group, she took on a matronly position, cooking and cleaning their various bases and acting once more as a distraction - or bait - for them, and picking up scraps of other languages.
When Napoleon took over Naples, the group had much more fun baiting the French who occupied the city. She learned a little bit of French, and used what she learned to draw more in and gather intelligence. By this time, she'd become a valuable commodity to the group, and they decided to take her with them on their way up to the battlefields to forage the bodies of soldiers after battle.
They weren't expecting zombies, of all things, and while the group is severely decimated from their influence, the little family are bringing in other foragers from other nationalities. She's learning new things every day - the most important of which is how to kill.

Sorry for the length~ I got a little carried away -lol-
Second edit - just realised I left a sentence hanging >_<
Edited by Ceasing End, May 8, 2011, 1:12 pm.
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alright, accepted CE.



Soul, to answer your question, there was no revolving daggers at this time. There weren't even any revolvers yet. It was all muzzle loading weapons. BUT they did have pistols with small little flip out bayonets attached to them. they were flaky, and often times broke on one use, but that's as close as you have at the time.
Edited by Jester, May 8, 2011, 3:40 am.
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Oh, okay. i looked up 18th century weapons, I swore I saw something that said they had them....but okay! I'll get around to the bio and such soonish. -goes to fix it-
THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!!
don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run.
Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor.....

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well you have to realize, the napoleonic war only spanned a time of 12 years at the beginning of the 1800's.
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oh, also, shortswords weren't prevalent. People for the most part had moved on from melee weapons, the only swords in the day really were Calvary or officer swords. The closest you'll likely come to is a long knife.
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im gonna ask to reserve my spot, bt i have to get through these final three weeks of school first without failing, so ill be on, but not enough
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"I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you"

"Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly"
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no worries. we'll have room. :3 Though it's more likely that folks will be shifting in and out as they die. >:3

YES! ATTENTION ALL! Your characters CAN and very possible MAY die!
Not only is this war time, but it's also got ZOMBIES running around. Don't bitch about dieing. Move and, make a new character and get over it.
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Just a quick question: are these stupid, shuffling zombies, or faster, meaner and more intelligent ones?
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