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Dormir Pygmée[Mature]; The Duke's twist on the zombie scene
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Topic Started: June 1, 2012, 4:48 am (3,988 Views)
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June 1, 2012, 4:48 am
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The Plot
The year is 2020, and the world is not doing so hot. With the combined global devastation of 2 world wars in the past decade, a viral outbreak, and a nuclear holocaust, there is only one place left standing where normal life can sustain itself: Russia The safety zone borders, due to an increasing body count of zombies, have shrunk to a 50 mile radius encompassing 3 major Russian city's: Moscow, the coastal Magaden, and Murmansk. While there is still a military presence, more of a civilian militia led by a few ex-militants, in each of these cities, keeping the borders maintained and the virus out, it is quickly dwindling. As Supplies begin to thin and raiding parties increasingly never come back, panic and unrest has settled in. The only thing stopping absolute anarchy is the hive mind that knows that no rules means no military, no military means no border patrol, no border patrol means an end to the final havens on earth.
Little do the remaining living masses know, there is hope among them in the form of one young woman. Uniquely blessed with a biological make-up that had been proven to be able to cure the virus, she has faded into obscurity among the chaos. Fully aware of her position, and what would happen if she revealed herself, the young woman has settled into the crowd, determined to find an answer on her own. She has little trust for anyone.
Timeline
November, 2012: A french scientist discovers the presence of an inactive, global virus that is present in all animals, including humans. He dubs it "Dormir Pygmée". American scientists redub it as "Vq-71"
February, 2013: Research into Vq-71 discover its possible application as a biological enhancement in the field of life extension and limb resuscitation, as well as brain cell reproduction
May, 2013: Poor decisions made by the US government cause an incident that sparks world war 3. An instant UN meeting negotiates an agreement that nuclear warfare will not occur
August, 2014: Scientists are encouraged to attempt to use Vq-71 to augment American Infantry. Most professionals in that field quickly and eagerly begin their task
November, 2014: With the world devastated by collateral damage, the third world war finally comes to an end. Nothing was gained
December, 2014: All progress made into the Vq-71 research, which never made it to the field, is sold on the black market. The project is closed and advancement into the subject is blacklisted. A few privately continue to study the virus anyway
March, 2017: global governments have finally begun to reign in their people, anarchisms from the war have been snuffed out, resistant groups are crushed throughout the world. Recovery from structural and economic damage has still not been fully successful. The original UN negotiation to end nuclear warfare still stands. Most countries have let their guard down
February, 2018: The outbreak occurs. Ground zero is the basement of a Spanish genius' personal laboratory. Silently, the virus spreads across Europe and overseas to the west. March, 2018: Everything is locked down, small "Safety zones" spring up in nearly every country. Feudalism becomes the primary system of society. The brave, the stupid, and the stubborn live outside the safety zones and attempt to forge their own way of living amongst the horde
January, 2019: Most safety zones have failed, either from social unrest, failure to keep the infected out, or starvation. The Russian government continues to keep the outbreak out of their entire country
October, 2019: The long sought cure for the infection has been found in Russia in the form of a single young woman. News quickly spreads throughout the world, despite the deteriorated communications November, 2019: Russia scouts report armies are beginning to form throughout the world to take the cure. The fourth world war begins
November, 2019: Russians win the fourth world war by nuclear annihilation. The genocide is known as "D2-day" The world is in ruins, most of the infected are taken out with the rest of humanity
March, 2020: Present day
The Virus Vq-71 is a virus that has laid dorment on earth for millennia. It has powerful biological potential, if activated right. Unfortunately, one man's delvings have resulted in the virus going....well, viral. He activated the virus in a way that it activates the virus in other animals, and causes a mutation that simulates "Zombies". Fortunately, the virus only seems to directly move from one organism to another through the bloodstream. It kills the antibodies, causing decomposition to begin upon activation. The first thing to be effected beyond antibodies is the brain. Once infected, the expected time till total viral domination is one hour. High levels of radiation cause a spontaneous effect on the virus when it is active. Seemingly random effects take place in the host. Hosts that already had the virus active when they were introduced to the radiation are slow to mutate, while those who were radiated prior to activation of the virus change almost instantly. Anything "infected" this way will not become a "zombie" as the virus is instantly mutated. Organisms (un)fortunate enough to end up in this state will have a higher resistance to the "zombie" strain of the virus, but are still susceptible to turning if given enough exposure.
The Zombehz Zannight: The commonly agreed name for your typical "walker". They are blind, numb, slow, mindless, and undexterous. However, they have amazingly heightened senses of smell and hearing, and will pursue anything that smells "alive", likewise heading in the direction of any sound then hear. They typically attack by biting or clumsily swinging their arms. They are week from decomposition and barely have the dexterity to grab onto loose clothing. Zanimals: The generic term for any "Zombified" animal. They have all lost their primary senses and now have heightened secondary senses. They retain their original predatory habits, or have gained one if they did not have one before. (We'll start out with these guys. Don't worry, others shall join the horde soon enough)
Character Template I only want a few basic things in every character sheet. Add anything you deem necessary. Remember, the theme here is Science fiction. You can come up with whatever you want, but I would encourage a holocaust survivor. If you can explain it, and logic supports it, I'll probably except it.
Username: (you) Name: (Your character) Age: (No kids please, unless you have a good reason) Location at "D2-day" Incident: (Read the damn timeline) Personality (I will accept "shall develop during rp" if that's how you want to go about it) Appearance: (I still want a two sentence minimum if you post a pic. Try to be detailed) History: (2 five sentence paragraphs minimum if you will. I don't need a wall of text, just give enough information to explain how your character became who they are) Ability/Mutation/Augment: (Note the singular nature of this param. Uno, one, mono. If this doesn't apply to your character, feel free to come up with a suitable substitution.)
I will be playing the Cure. She's an important plot device and all.
You all know the rules, so I feel no need to post the basic stuff. However, somethings still need to be rehashed.
This rp is Mature, so yes, do whatever you want. Anyone in this rp is subject to the risk they may read a gory description. No pictures, please.
Anything beyond second base needs to be taken to the PMs.
Post char apps here for the masses to see. I'll see about approving or sending them back to the shop as quickly as possible.
Have fun!
Characters Dave Drobbo Username: Blue Name: Dave Tyberias Drobbo Age: 34 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Cobar, New South Wales, Australia. Personality: I'll be developing a personality throughout the story. For now, Dave's your average Aussie larikan (meaning he's basically got a "devil may care" attitude. Appearance Ever since the "D2-day" incident, Dave has learnt many things. The first of which is that life is short. And therefore, life shouldn't be wasted away on things like taking care of personal hygiene. He still washes himself down with water every couple of days, but that is about the extent of it. He has a pretty distinct odour. Even before the world went to Hell, Dave was a Hunter and Survivalist by trade. He was homeless, and performed odd jobs and busking outside pubs to earn his keep wherever he went. He's a jack of all trades, but hunting and surviving are his special crafts. History: Dave was born to a rich Australian family who never let him go wanting. At least up until he reached 14. That was when he ran away. He hated everything being handed to him on a silver platter - sometimes gold. He disliked his parents for throwing cash at everything. He believed in a way of life that would allow him to feel like he was paying his own way. And so he crafted a bow, packed a bag and went walking. No one could account for that 14 year old boy after that. Some said that the dingoes got him, others say they saw him fight a crocodile and lose a foot doing it. But after a while, the stories stopped coming and people stopped caring. But Dave never stopped. Over the years, he covered every corner of his country and came to respect all aspects of life within it. 20 years on from his disappearance, he was now a master marksman with any projectile weapon you could shove in his face and was pretty deadly with a bowie knife too. He'd learnt to camoflague, to sound animal calls and lay death traps for his meals to stumble into. Every now and then, he'd step back into civilisation to make some cash to pay for supplies and ammunition. But he never left any traces of himself for anyone to find. When war broke out, he continued on his way as though nothing had happened. Sure, supplies were harder to come by, but he survived. It was all he knew. However, when the infection spread and Russia prepared to annihilate the rest of the world, naturally he was caught off guard. It still surprises him to this day how everything changed in that one night. As he'd slept in an underground cave, a Zanimal spider managed to creep up on him. He'd woken up just in time for it to bite into his right arm. He still remembers the sickening sound of his knife skewering that bloody pest. He was attempting to give himself first aid when the explosions started above the ground. He was far down enough that he wasn't injured, but some of the tremors so bad that they actually threm him up against a wall and broke right leg and his left arm as he was trying to treat the spider bite. In a bad way, he passed out from pain. When he woke up again, he could only have assumed that he'd been out for at least two days. When he resurfaced, the radiation shook him to his core. He was on the verge of death when someone found him. She was a scientist who'd taken refuge in a similar cave - apparently there had been a layered of some metal which had saved them both from being crushed to death. She was sick from the radiation too, but she took care of his injuries as though they were her only priority. Strangely enough however, whilst the bones healed at a normal rate, the spider bite remained. Dave felt no pain after a few days, but the bite refused to subside. As soon as he was well enough, the scientist helped him into her truck and drove for days to get him to a safe house - one of two remaining within the country. Coincidentally, it was within an airport. Dave learnt about the Russians, the Cure-Woman and about how the world was on its knees. And then he knew. He needed to go to Russia. He was done with Australia. He needed a new environment to traverse. A new world. Dave was going to Russia. Where the Bears and Wolves lurked within the snow. He couldn't wait. The inhabitants of the camp called him delusional, the scientist included. However, as they began to argue about it, a bunch of Dingo Zanimals breached the safety zone. As luck would have it, one of the blokes Dave argued with was a pilot. He wasn't so quick to refuse the survivalist on his offer once everything had gone south. Once he made it to Russia, Dave continued on his own way, leaving the rest of the group he'd travelled with to go and start anew. He started ducking and weaving through safety zones. Largely though, he had no problem. The zombies never got close enough to touch him again. Well, unless he let them. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Ability/Mutation/Augment: The spider bite never fully healed, but Dave soon found out when he arrived in Russia, that it had in fact done him a service. Not unlike many other random cases of mutants he’d heard about, the combination of radiation and infection had enhanced his body structure by a hundredfold. At first, it was just on a physical level. One night he’d gone to sleep curled up against a massive tree. Hours later he was woken up by a loud crack. He moved out of the way just in time to see the tree topple away from him, almost completely uprooted. There was a slight ache in his leg, he noticed. Testing his theory, he walked up to a similarly sized tree and gave it a good solid punch. Yet again, a loud crack echoed through the snowy forest and sure enough the tree went toppling over. Learning to control his strength was a challenge to say the least, especially when he would go and hunt; he would have to craft at least 3 bows per day. Eventually though, he got the hang of it. But the best part about the infection that spider gave him, was his true ability. He was already a trained killer, master hunter and expert survivalist. But the bite had given him a whole new insight to fighting, killing and catching prey. He became the ultimate killing machine, using this new ability he dubbed “Hyper-focus.” Throughout every confrontation, hunting expedition and wrestle with the odd Zanimal, he’s known the outcome before it’s even occurred. To put it into perspective, in a matter of seconds, he can anticipate an opponent’s movements, pinpoint weak spots, and take them apart from the inside out. (If you’re still unsure about how that works, watch the following link from 1:31 onwards and know that Dave’s Hyper-focus is almost exactly like that, but it’s at least five times as refined: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGCMfprPJoA )
For whatever reason, the other post was "too long" so I added Dave here.
Edited by Kyoichi, June 11, 2012, 2:57 am.
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June 1, 2012, 5:00 am
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The Characters The Cure Username: Duke Kyoichi Name: Okazaki Kanade Age: 23 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Moscow, Russia. She was being held in a laboratory, the secrets of her body being researched. Personality: I will bring this out in the course of the RP, as I'm not completely sure how I want her to be. All I'm sure of right now is she'll be a seriousface kinda person. Appearance: I apologize for using anime. It just fits really well At 5'2 and only 90 Lbs, she isn't a very intimidating figure. 100% pure Okinawan, she has the sharp, angled features of her people. She would be considered "cute" if it wasn't for the perpetually serious look she has on her face. If she had a clothing preference, it would be her high school uniform, which she loved to wear to wear in high school and would often put on years after she graduated. History: Kanade grew up on the island of Okinawa as a normal girl, went to high school, and was a legendary member of the Kendo club. She went through the normal dating drama and met and left many friends behind. A normal and typical life. She had a perfectly functional middle class family and was raised an only child. However, her father was a key scientist in the development of the vq-71 virus, unknown to Kanade and her mother. College life and puberty turned Kanade into a very serious person. Strong and independent, with intelligence to match, she easily breezed through her first 4 years of college. She was able to attend college due to the fact that Okinawa, where she was also attending college, was one of the few places unaffected by the third world war. She grew to like college life and decided that one master's degree wasn't enough. Just about to start her second go at college, during the holidays, she was visiting home. Her father, on a whim, decided to take a blood sample from his daughter(This was a tricky extraction). Mere days later, Kanade found herself in a lab strapped to an operation table. She had tubes running from several of her veins and was constantly being scanned by strange equipment. In a constant state of delirium brought about by drugs, she had no sense of time or place. What had happened to her? Kanade did not know, nor was she even aware that something was abnormal. These dreams were so real... Ability: Kanade is known as "The Cure". Her immune system became conscious of the Dormir Pygmee virus long ago and attempted to rid her body of it. This caused the Virus to "Evolve" to avoid being erased. She is now immune to the effects of the vq-71. The virus is a step beyond mere immunity in the fact that it can overwrite it's unevolved predecessor. Skin contact with Kanade will cause the virus in others to temporarily go inactive, robbing them of any mutations or abilities, as well as negative effects, they have gained through the activated virus. If Kanade concentrates, She can create a field around herself that has the same effect. It ranges between 2-10 feet depending on how well she is able to concentrate and is completely invisible. A way to permanently cure someone using Kanade's version of the virus has yet to have been found, despite months of research by the top vq-71 experts in the world. Most of them are now dead. Kanade is excellent with a sword due to her expertise in Kendo, and is also prominent in Aeikido. Being as small and vulnerable looking as she is, she spent a good deal of her time in college learning to protect herself from larger aggressors. She is also fluent in Japanese and English, and is fairly well versed in Russian. Carlos Alberto Del Castillo Del Toro Inquebrantable Username: The Demi-god Achilles! Name: Carlos Alberto Del Castillo Del Toro Inquebrantable (call him Carlos) Age: 27 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Mexico: Guerrero with the Caballeros Templarios Cartel Personality: Carlos is an aggressive human being. Being with a drug Cartel he's learned not to trust someone unless the come with a recommendation from another cartel member and even then they have to earn it. He's secretive and snoopy, he has to be otherwise some one could have betrayed him in the cartel. It may sound like paranoia, and to the regular Joe it might seem like it. But in his line of work it was necessary. Appearance  He's like this but a little younger. He wears white undershirt and baggy jeans. You can see several of his tattoos that cover his arms and body. History: This is gonna be short so yeah... Okay so he was born in Mexico into the slums, he became involved in the drug wars a soon as he became a free thinking individual who didn't shit himself while he walked, so about 7. He went through life, he didn't advance much, he made a good grunt. so he never really got 'promoted'. His position when the Virus and Theo-nuclear war hit was the "District manager", which mean he was in charge of his neighborhood, but in a country one neighborhood isn't that powerful. When he virus and the thermo-nuclear war hi he found that not one bomb landed close to his little slum, however the radiation covered miles, including his slum. Ability/Mutation/Augment: His tattoos can animate and leave his body. When they animate they retain their Ink-ish look. He had unlimited control over them but hey can only go so far from his body. Ill ask Duke about that distance later Tattoos: Over his right pectoral  Comes off his body and grows in size to create a real sized shield, can't block bullets, but slows them down. It can block clubs swords and what not though. Right Arm  can come off of his body and he can use them as weapons, or if he points his arms at you, they fly off his arms in that direction and wrap around what he wishes them to. Right Shoulder  Come off of his body, same size as the tattoo, can sting and pinch things, its a scorpion, it does scorpion things. Left Arm  Comes off his body, grows in size a little bit, can fly and breaths fire in painful, but not lethal amounts. It's fire looke like ink. Left Calf  Can come off his body and generate light in a dark place. Abs  Come off his body, no difference in size and shoot people with them. All of his tattoos that come off of his body retain their inkish look. When the Scorpion/Phoenix move around hey leave behind a trail of inkish shadow. The bullets do the same, and the chain has constant flow of ink falling off of it. You know how when you open the freezer on a hot day you can see the crystallized air fall down slowly? Its like that but black. Valentina Borislava Username: Twisted Name: Valentina Borislava Age: 30-ish. Location at "D2-day" Incident: Tula Oblast, Tula, Russia. Personality: Insane and unpredictable. Too unpredictable to write down.
Appearance: What use to be a woman of average build, is now somewhat of a monstrosity. Now possessing dark, almost olive green skin, she is dotted with wart-like knobs all over her body; hardened calcium deposits under her flesh. Her stringy, greasy hair is shoulder length and when washed, blond, but that is rare and it is normally so caked with grime it appears brownish black with hues of green. When adorned in only tattered brown rags, it isn't uncommon to catch a glimpse of her mangled nudity from time to time. However, it isn't uncommon for her to disguise herself in normal "pretty clothes" and hide her face, extra arms and tail, in an attempt to lure men in with enticing actions and promises of sexual delight and salvation. When she hunts she wears no shoes in order to move silently; her feet hardened calluses from years of walking the streets of broken glass and debris.
History: History is nothing to her now. Growing up on the streets of her city, she learned quickly how to survive and get by on the least amount of food and shelter, often times taking refuge in abandoned buildings that were crumbling and dangerous, and even sometimes residing in the sewers beneath her city; where dirty, however they offered up a cornucopia of delectable delights such as rats, cockroaches, and the occasional dead human body.
Her life changed very little after the nuke fell, in fact, it became easier to survive. No longer was food hard to come by, and when she herself became infected, it was effortless to obtain a meal.
Mutation: Predator's Body: Having been subjected to prolonged radiation prior to becoming infected, Valentina gained heightened senses (sight, smell, hearing, all predatory instinctual senses) as well as increased speed and strength. The effects are also visible and have morphed her body to become more beastly; extending from her elongated digits, talon-like claws now replace what was once nails and instead of two arms she now possesses four, using them similarly to how a spider uses it's eight.
Her mouth now a large maw filled with foul jagged discolored teeth reminiscent of a shark‘s, benefited by the snake-like ability to detach the jaw enabling her to consume bits larger than a grapefruit; often used to attack and bite the head/face of her prey. Tucked away inside her throat is a dagger like tube that rockets out to stab and suck the juices out of her prey, should she wish to consume them in such a manner.
No longer is she effected by the consumption of infected flesh, infected herself, she gains no ill effects from other infected; in fact, she prefers her meals to be rotting and even infected now. Her stomach secretes a thick mucus that coats her intestines, she can also vomit it onto her prey and when exposed to the air long enough, the mucus hardens and forms a cocoon like holding chamber for the would be meal or sexual plaything.
The last and at times most useful mutation was the addition of a tail that melds the flexibility of a snake and the sting and toxin of a scorpion. A strange appendage that formed from the extension of her bowels into the tail. It excretes obviously her excrement, but also the strange mucus that lines her intestines. When directly ingested or injected into the blood stream, the toxin is lethal, and almost instantly kills the target and begins an accelerated decomposition from the inside out, turning the target into a zombie Slurpee.
Other Notes:
She despises the light and has horrible eyesight in the bright light. She primarily hunts at night resorting to hunting during the day under only the most extreme circumstances. When she does venture out of the crags and hovels she lurks in during the day, she piles on more layers of rags to shield her sun-sensitive skin from the light, hindering her mobility to a degree. Oddball Alyce User Name: Well, I guess my fiance’s, Twisted. Not bothering to make an account as of yet.
Name: Alyce, or ‘Oddball Alyce’ as some call her
Age: 25, looks about 17
Location at “D2 day" incident: Not much is known but she was in a ‘bad place’ where people wore funny coats and she had to ooze out of a ‘funny coat’. And her beloved dolly, ‘Annie’, was lost.
Personality: Unpredictable at best, a tad insane at worst. Usually, chipper and sweet, which is unusual given the times she is in, but, her moods change as rapidly as the weather. Some days, don’t go within 30 feet of her. She usually is a little childish, laughs randomly at sometimes morbid things, plays with crude dolls made out of whatever she can find, however, she has a dark side, as any insane person does. A hint of her madness: she cuts into herself to purposely leave scars as a ‘penance’ whenever she kills. Her arms and legs are covered with horizontal scars. Alyce talks to her dolls, which she makes as a hobby, trying to replace 'Annie’, and sometimes to things that aren’t there. Very secretive, she is a little shy and reserved, and more than a little suspicious, when people first meet her, obviously, since nine times out of ten, they are ‘meanies’, as Alyce calls them (them is zombies and bad people). Don’t let the childish actions fool you, Alyce is an efficient and capable killer, with a child like cruelty if pressed. Her ultimate goal is to survive, and will get rid of obstacles in her way, even if they are only obstacles in her mind. When she does kill, its silent, surprising and unpredictable, and very few physical obstacles like fences , walls and etc will stop her once determined. Her favorite method of killing is paralyzing an opponent and suffocating them by stuffing her doll down their throat.
Appearance: about 4‘9“ or 5‘ on a good day, long matted black hair, which if taken care of would be curly, but is currently a wild mane. Huge, leaf green eyes, rimmed with dark lashes, a pretty-ish, innocent type face. Very thin, with proportionate curves ( if you could see them under the usually very loose rags she wears), very pale skin, her arms and legs covered with angry looking red lines, she is over all delicate and innocent looking. One thing that’s a little unsettling about her appearance is her freakish flexibility, she moves in ways all the time that would make most people wince or stomach turn. She is never without some odd crudely made doll in her hand.
History: Alyce is unwilling to answer many questions about that, usually just saying she had ‘bad stuff’ happen to her. Most of her life she ran around the country side mostly feral it seems, until something happened and she was sent to the ‘bad place’ or ‘funny place’ as she sometimes calls it. About that time, she cut herself first because she did a ‘bad thing’ , which was why she was there. On D2, she was in a ‘funny coat’ in her own room, when the ‘booms’ happened. Eventually, she became highly irradiated, ‘meanies’ slowly started trying to break into her room, as she oozed and stretched free of her coat and the vent, just in time. Alyce was almost into the vent when a ‘meanie’ bit her. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Alyce is extraordinarily flexible, her bones and skin almost seem rubberized, and double jointed. There seems to be few limits to the way she can move her body and how tight she can fold herself. Of course there is, internal organs surely have a limit. Alyce found her ability when she was trying to escape the ‘bad place’ after she slipped herself out of her coat(using her ooze) and being bit as she squeezed into a small air vent on the ceiling of her cell. Thinking for sure she wouldn’t fit , Alyce was surprised when she easily fit through, feeling herself just slide in, due to her ooze and new found flexibility. It just got more abnormal as time passed, which of course was useful. The ooze she secretes is a dangerous paralysis poison, which numbs and slowly paralyzes people that touch her, usually only local, depending on the amount of poison they get on them and the amount of time they have it on them. Alyce can control its production, however she is usually constantly like that, building it up so she can fling it at opponents in quantity. Sainko Kolchak Username: I's teh Comrade, fear me and whatnotName: Her name is Sainko Kolchak, Kolchak being the Russianised version of a traditional Enets name that has been long forgotten, much to Sainko's displeasure; she never used her foster name (Sakharov) much to the displeasure of her foster parents, though they never gave her much crap over it. Ivan has a tendency to call her Aunt or 'Auntie Sai', ostensibly because she continually tells him he can't pronounce her name the right way for jack shit, and also as a marker of his familial feelings towards Sainko. She doesn't mind it from Ivan, but obviously, Auntie Sai is not a name she, in general, goes by. Age: Sainko is now forty five years old, and there's no hiding the superficial effects of age on her body--twenty eight years of fighting the most desperate, bloody battle across the world will do that to you. As a result, speckles of grey are easily visible amidst the faded black colouration of her hair, and lines have emerged around her lips and eyes. However, in regards to her physicality itself, her body is in as peak condition as ever--age has not dulled her impressive physical stature one bit. Location at "D2-day" Incident: Sainko was, fortunately, not deployed in the areas that Russia nuked to hell and back to put a swift and brutal end to the Fourth World War. Instead, she happened to be deployed in one of the areas Russia just nuked to hell and then left alone, which was the Kaliningrad Oblast, then under severe attack by Central European armies. The strike left Sainko stranded amidst the ruins of Kaliningrad, surrounded by wandering zombies that have survived the strike, and irradiated to the point of mutation. Soon after, she tracked down Ivan, took him with her, and left Kaliningrad behind for the long trek back to Russia. Personality: Sainko is...not an easy person to judge. And while that may seem a cliche sort of statement, it's quite true that in most aspects Sainko's persona throws people for a loop. The best behaviour you can ever expect out of her is still gruff, irritable, and very easily pushed into the worst behaviour you can expect out of her, which is hostile, callous, and highly violent...and that's not taking into account instances of blood haze (which are detailed below). She's not one for needless small talk, but when she does venture it, her words are brusque, blunt, abrupt, and don't bear a whole lot by way of 'manners' or 'social conventions'. All things considered, Sainko just doesn't exhibit a wholly likeable persona....especially if she hasn't gotten her hands on her precious smokes in a while. Sainko has a sense of humour that ranges between sharp sarcasm that often insults people around her (or herself, as Sainko tends to unconsciously utilise self-deprecating humour) and ribald, coarse jests that do not endear her to anyone any more than the sarcasm does. She is also an intensely proud individual, with a highly strong sense of dignity, and has strongly negative sentiments in regards to the mere prospect of conceding loss or inferiority. Perhaps infuriatingly to just about anyone and everyone, she is the kind of person who absolutely has to feel like she is the best at everything she does (hell, even things she doesn't do and under pretty much no circumstances would do...origami falls under that broad category, but that didn't stop her trying to master it for no reason other than that she realised she couldn't do it). She is an unapologetic perfectionist, a trait drastically aggrandised when Sainko began to feel that any potential slip-up on her part could endanger the life of Ivan, a mere eight years old when they first struck out together into the desolate, newborn nuclear wasteland populated by zombies and grotesquely mutated creatures. For all intents and purposes, someone as blunt and cold as Sainko tends to be--or rather, is expected to be-- possessed of an extremely pragmatic, practical sort of mindset. One expects her to be the type to trust and help absolutely no one, to place her survival over that of anyone else, whether they be stranger or temporary friend. And yet, she is nothing whatsoever like this impression. In direct contrast, Sainko embodies a strange sort of empathy, one easily obscured by her gruff mannerisms, and one that sometimes flies in the face of the more pragmatic approach advocated by Ivan, nearly thirty five years younger than she is. In point of fact, Sainko is quite simply the type of person who is more than willing to wade into the face of direct danger, whether it be zombies or mutated beasts or raiding parties, to save the life of a stranger she's never met and, if not for this encounter, probably never would have, and she is always the first to volunteer for anything that needs to be done regardless of how difficult it may seem. In any situation, she will be the one to advocate doing 'the right thing', at least as she judges it to be. Sainko fiercely refuses to, in her words, lose herself to the base instincts of self-preservation at the cost of any other life, claiming that to do so brings her one step closer to the likes of the men who engineered what was essentially a mass nuclear genocide rather than share the only cure to the infection. She may come off as impractical or foolish with her rigid adherence to this belief (though she reacts quite fiercely to any such accusation and tolerates them of no one, not even Ivan), but no amount of rebuke or criticism can cause her to do away with it. Appearance: Sainko's appearance is largely reflective of her Enets heritage--for they are a strong, physically large people, and Sainko is, far from being an exception, a direct representation of this. She's always been unusually tall, even as a twelve year old girl, newly arrived in Murmansk and, at 5'10, towering over everyone her age (and a lot of people significantly older), and she didn't stop growing right up until she hit 7'1, where she now remains comfortably (well, except in rather small houses. Then it becomes...kinda uncomfortable). And of course, she cannot disregard the Enets reputation for physical brawn either--nor, as a former Spetsnaz operative (technically still is, but more on that later) and someone who is pretty much constantly in danger, is Sainko going to let herself slack off in regards to physicality. She stays in peak physical condition, augmenting her significant height advantage with a more than impressive musculature that has enabled her to forge on through the past two years fighting her way across the zombie-infested Eastern European waste. Sharp, defined features grace a long, dark countenance; high, prominent cheekbones carve out a significant portion of Sainko's features, surrounding a small, slightly pointed nose (it has something of a crooked bend at the dorsum), under which rest thin, dark lips ungraced by any artificial colouring or lipstick, often bearing a discontent, irascible scowl, or a triumphant smirk--or, if you're rather unlucky, an enraged snarl. Her black hair, the colour and tone (and, you might say, the texture) of soot, speckled with bits of grey, is matted into thick, frayed dreadlocks, the tendrils straying at their farthest to about the middle of her back. Her eyes, conversely, are a dark brown in hue, slanted and almond-shaped to strongly indicate her central Siberian origins. Sainko's body is covered in tattoos from the waist up, which I have neither the time nor the desire to list off every single one specifically, so just, like, use your imagination, yo. A number are Spetsnaz related, others associated with nature and the traditional mysticism of the Enets people. The outfit Sainko has been wearing for the most part for the past two years has been the typical uniform for a Spetsnaz GRU officer on duty, which is a ballistic vest enforced with manganese plates strapped over a tight-fitting black combat shirt, over a pair of khakis adorned with winter camouflage and a pair of combat boots. History: Sainko Kolchak was born October 17th, 1975, in the village of Potapovo to ethnically Enets parents. By then, the village had not yet fallen into the degeneration that was to come in the approaching years, and the Soviet government did not yet fully neglect the sole remaining home of the Enets people. Here, she grew up learning the Forest Enets language, and spent much of her childhood out in the woods surrounding Potapovo; her father, an alcoholic since before her birth and a former soldier himself, spent much of his time verbally abusing his daughter (when she was present) and his wife, a staunchly traditionalist woman who resented Saiko's inclination for physical play and outdoors activity. Sainko hated her parents--no frills and niceties about it, she hated them both, and actively sought to spend as much time away from them as possible. School was just another excuse for Sainko not to have to be in the presence of her parents; half the time, she simply didn't go to school at all, starting on the route to school only to at some point divert her route back into the woods and spend the day frolicking there without a single care. When she was twelve, her parents died, and few in the village regretted their passing, including Sainko. Their passing did not affect Sainko in the slightest--the pain of a child losing her parents was lost on her, because she'd never had a truly familial bond with them in the first place, and if there was anything she felt than it could be best described as relief, relief that she wouldn't have to see again the two people she had never loved. Sainko wanted to stay in Potapovo, but the Soviet government would have none of it. Instead, Sainko was provided the 'choice' of being relocated to a larger city--the Union was slowly draining away the population of smaller towns, especially from the snow-capped woodlands amidst which tiny, backwards Potapovo was nestled. The more younger people relocating to the larger cities to work and provide manpower, the better, and so it was that the twelve year old girl was whisked away from the towering forests and forlorn, icy rivers of her youth, all the way to the distant vital city of Murmansk, into the welcoming arms of a new foster family. Life in Murmansk was immeasurably difficult for Sainko to adjust to--to go from quiet woodlands and sparse village populace to a sprawling port city was quite simply a huge shock to her, a shift she never quite got used to. Her foster family was loving and welcoming--both middle-class civil workers who already had a daughter a year younger than Sainko named Natalya. And, as you might have probably guessed...Natalya and Sainko didn't get along well, at all. They operated on two completely different social spectrums. Natalya was the clean-cut, pure, beautiful Russian girl; she never wore dresses higher than the knees (to say nothing of pants, for those are the clothes of men), she took the utmost care of her considerable physical beauty, she maintained a large circle of female friends at school, did all the things a girl was expected to do, and never questioned what she was told. And then came along Sainko--a 5'10, dark-skinned girl who spoke at best crude, elementary Russian, kept her hair closely trimmed, wore pants and t-shirts in lieu of dresses and skirts, preferred the company of men to girls and outdoors activity to staying at home where she belonged and learning to care for home and family (as, of course, Natalya knew all girls were to do)--and, most importantly to Natalya, though Sainko was the definition of ugly if compared to her infinitely more attractive foster sister, she was far more cunning and clever than Natalya could ever be. Natalya was immeasurably beautiful, but utterly lacked brains, wit, or spirit--she was destined to be little more than a trophy wife with no future, a fact that Sainko knew, a fact that Natalya was aware Sainko knew, and it propagated the resentment the two bore towards one another. As a child, Sainko did not do very well in school. It wasn't only the fact that at twelve years old Sainko was only basic in regards to the Russian language, and though she was able to pick up on it quickly, she seemed determined to impede her own progress simply because she decided her native Forest Enets was much more attractive a language to speak. Sainko simply hated the style of learning. Back in Potapovo she'd compiled a vast base of knowledge about the surrounding woodlands, of the plants and animals, taking an interest in such subjects because she could go out and have first hand experience with them. In Murmansk, things were different; she was expected to learn from worksheets and textbooks, which bored her atrociously, and Equipment: Sainko retains from combat a Mark-II Jackhammer automatic shotgun, an MP-443 Grach pistol, which she gives to Ivan at any circumstance in which she must leave him alone, her highly treasured ballistic knife, and two grenades strapped to her vest that she is still holding on to for emergencies. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Sainko's right arm can turn into a massive fucking blade. To elabourate: at will (usually), Sainko can manipulate the bones of her right arm, and they will suddenly spurt out from the flesh of her arm to take the form of a gigantic blade powerful enough to slice a car clean in two...to say nothing of the mass trauma it can inflict on a body of flesh and bone. To further maximise her damage potential, when she has her arm blade 'deployed', so to speak, Sainko becomes radically more powerful, to the point of being superhumanly strong, as the mutation from 'normal arm' to 'a fucking claymore for an arm' causes her body to access more of her muscle mass than is humanly possible. This also permits her to move at extremely fast speeds, albeit only at very short distances--which she uses typically when she gets closer to a target, to lunge at them and skewer them on her arm, or sever their heads from their shoulders, or lop their bodies clean in half...gory things like that. Or to dodge bullets, that too. The transition can normally be performed at will; however, Sainko's control over the mutation is not perfect. At moments of extreme emotion, tenseness, or anger (normally the latter), Sainko will lose control of it, which is neither pretty to see nor pretty for Sainko to feel, and it will cause her to be overcome with a blood haze when it happens. As to what blood haze does...in essence, it causes her to lose self-control and become singularly focused on slaughtering whatever has provoked the unwelcome mutation. Which, on second thought, is worse for the poor bastard who provoked it than it is for Sainko, because whilst Sainko suffers extreme pain and lack of control as a result, said poor bastard gets an extremely pissed off ex-Spetsnaz with a scary blade for an arm charging at him who wants nothing more than to see how quickly she can excavate his guts from his still-living body. Ivan calls it 'Auntie Sai getting mad', and it scares him shitless when it happens, so it's not uncommon in tense situations for him to hide behind her, tug on her shirt anxiously, and repeat over and over again, "Don't get mad, Auntie Sai, please don't get mad..." She thinks it's kinda hilarious. It looks a thing or two like this, though slightly larger if anything. The main blade itself is nearly six feet in length from end to end, with multiple 'outgrowths' sticking out from the main blade and making it even more of a dangerously unpredictable weapon. Against the metallic sheen of the bone are easily discerned fleshy surfaces, dark crimson red, but just as solid and hard as the bone blade itself. On more chaotic (less than perfect :v) transformations, such as transformations driven by emotion or instinct, you might find blood streaking the bone surface as well. Needless to say, it's not a pretty sight, and the process of transformation is grotesque both for anyone looking and for Sainko herself, who has somewhat accustomed herself to the immense pain of having the bones of her arms enlarge themselves, jut out from her flesh, and then coalesce into the form of a massive blade. To its credit, considering what it is, the transition is pretty clean, and while it's by no means seamless and it still hurts like a bitch, at this point Sainko doesn't really lose much blood in the process unless it's an unwelcome mutation. Other abilities (less flashy in nature) derive of her military and Spetsnaz GRU training--which has a reputation for being the most brutal training in the world, a reputation it well deserves. Sainko has been trained specifically to take all sorts of the most excruciating pains and torments, whether it be a gunshot wound, a stab wound, abacination, denailing, or any other host of tortures, and neither starvation nor exhaustion are as effective threats against her as they are against her as they are against any other given human. She's quite skilled with a variety of firearms, explosives, and martial arts, as well, but her primary skill--slightly ironic, given the ability she now has--has always been knives. Sainko, even from her first days in the military up to her final operations in the Fourth World War as a member of the Spetsnaz GRU Alpha Group, has specialised in knife fighting. Mikhail Volkov Username: Third Time Name: Mikhail Volkov Age: 32 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Mikhail was in Vyborg, a border town near St. Petersburg, smuggling people into the country from Finland. Personality: Mikhail is usually quiet and stoic. He carries himself with a sort of subdued confidence; he does not swagger, but rather moves like a jungle cat, a supreme hunter confident in his own abilities. Appearance Standing at an average height with a compact build, Mikhail isn't the biggest guy around, but his hollow-eyed stare easily makes him the most sinister. Mikhail's numerous tattoos tell much about him, if you know what they mean. The vor v zakone have their own traditions when it comes to tattoos, making it unlikely that an outsider will be able to decipher them. (Note: all tattoos are in Russian, but have been translated) Chest -Crucifix: Signifies that Mikhail is a "Prince of Thieves," very high honor among the vor v zakone -Eight-pointed star (near each shoulder): Only vor v zakone are allowed to get these tattoos. Abdomen -Death with a scythe, with "I'm here, and I'm waiting" written beneath it (upper right abdomen): Signifies that Mikhail is a killer -Madonna with Child: has been a criminal since his youth Arms -Scribe writing in a book with a quill (right forearm): Skilled with a knife or razor -Beetle, with scrollwork saying "Good Luck" (left hand): Pickpocket -Tiger (left forearm): Enforcer History: Mikhail Volkov was born a thief and a criminal. His father and brothers were all in the Russian mafia, and it was always easier to become a criminal than to become anything else. When he proved to be a very good thief, that was the end of any other choices. A lifetime of theft, violence, gambling, and vices has made him who he is. Or rather, who he was before the bombs fell. After finishing a prison term for beating a witness to a robbery, Mikhail was given what was supposed to be an easy job, as a kind of reward. He was supposed to meet a group of people coming in from Finland and smuggle them across the border in exchange for a lot of money. When he found that they were trying to bring in their infected relatives, hoping that the rumored Cure would work on Zannights, he refused, deciding that the risk of an outbreak simply wasn't worth it. In the arguments that followed, on of the crates holding the Zannights was broken open. After the gunfire, Mikhail was the only one left standing. Though he was bitten, he only had a few moments to panic before Finland disappeared in nuclear fire, the edges of the radiation cloud washing over him. Over the next few days, he stayed locked in his room, convinced he was going to change any moment. Suffering through ravenous hunger, aches, chills, and body-wracking muscle cramps, he stayed locked in, knowing that there was no hope for him. When the pains faded, he was more than a little surprised that he was still himself. After gorging himself to satisfy his appetite, he set out for home, to find a doctor who could tell him what happened. Now in St. Petersburg, with some level of understanding about what happened to him, Mikhail is doing what he has always done: make a living through violence and crime. Mutation: Unbreakable After exposure, Mikhail's body chemistry changed drastically, resulting in calcium and iron deposits forming throughout his tissue. Though the monstrous appetite it gave him resulted in nearly starving to death in the first few days, it has given him a physical resilience that rivals most forms of armor plating. The massive increase in bone density allows him to stand up to blows that should reduce him to a greasy smear, and the increased muscle mass lets him hit back just as hard. Skills: As a member of the vor v zakone, better known to the rest of the world as the Vory, Mikhail is a career criminal and proud of it. Hotwiring cars, cheating at cards, knife fighting, firearms, anything that a member of the Russian mob needs to know, he knows. Equipment: -Leather Jacket: Old and scuffed, but heavy and tough, with a warm lining -Heavy winter gloves: A necessity for anyone in Russia -Saiga Automatic shotgun (50 buckshot shells): Your argument is invalid -Desert Eagle .50 AE (50 rounds): Also known as the Fecalator, because you will crap yourself when he points it at you. -Bowie Knife: In Vory slang, a blade is a quill. Knife experts are called scribes, because they can write a thesis of pain using a person's face for paper. -Whetstone: Think of it as the inkwell for his "quill." -Basic tool set: A couple old screwdrivers, a hammer, and some duct tape. -Five MRE ration packs: Each one is about 3000 calories. Not diet-friendly. -Big bottle of vodka: Because f*ck you, that's why. -Big canvas backpack: Old, patched, and reliable. -Dirt bike: Recently "acquired." Get obscenely good mileage, but definitely not a babe-magnet. -Petrol can with 2 liters of fuel: Strapped to the side of the bike. -Carton of cigarettes: The default currency in a post-apocalyptic world. -Pocketful of disposable lighters: You know all those half-full lighters you've lost over the years? He has them. All of them. They were in the couch. Veronica Genevieve Pérez Quiñónez Username: MoonDancer Name: Goes by the name of “Jen”. That’s what she decided to call herself after she left her life. She won’t clarify if it’s short for anything, or if she has a last name. [tab][tab] Note: Only those from her hometown and those met on her extensive travels would know that her real name is Veronica Genevieve Pérez Quiñónez.Age: 23 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Off the coast of Argentina. Specifically, she was testing the limits of a military submarine that had recently left a port in Rio Gallegos. Personality: The perfect word to define Jen is “impassive”. She is cold, calculating, and opinionated (although she keeps most of her opinions to herself). She is impersonal, and doesn’t take the time to get to know anyone. She acts like she doesn’t need anyone else to survive. She can look at any situation, dissect it, understand what needs to be done, and figure out how to do it. She takes orders very well due to her military background, but when it comes to taking charge, she has no idea where to begin. She takes risks, but only if it will help reach her goal. She would sacrifice herself for the good of someone else, but the general mission comes first. She keeps everything inside which results in a lot of stress. There is a magnitude of inner conflict in her life. She deals with this mainly by drinking, and she gets very dangerous and violent when she has alcohol in her system. She prefers a mix of vodka and orange juice, and often tries to pass it off as plain orange juice. She claims it clears her head, and will take opposition to anyone who says differently. This girl is a master at operating machinery. She can fly any plane, drive any motor vehicle, operate any boat; it’s just a gift that she has. She always refers to them as “she”, and has a connection to them that she doesn’t have with people. She knows what makes them run, and can fix any problem that comes with them. She’s a mechanic at heart. Appearance: With dark brown wavy hair cut in a shoulder-length bob, she has a very athletic frame and is of average height, about 5’4”. Her facial features are sharp, yet soft, and definitely show her Latin-American heritage. Her dark eyes can fix you in a stare and analyze you before you even know what’s happening. She is not stunning, but not unattractive, either. There is a certain harsh quality about her that makes people nervous. She has small, nimble hands that work well with both musical instruments and electronics. She has a yakuza tattoo that has the same form and colors as the one pictured, but it is made entirely of intertwining dragons, snakes, and words in different languages. Because of this, she almost always wears jeans, combat boots, and a t-shirt. Corresponding Images History: She lived a relatively easy early life. Born in Puerto Rico to a very large family, her primary language is Spanish. Instead of schooling, she traveled around Latin America and taught herself. She met many interesting people, and left quite an impression on them. At the age of 16, she signed herself up for military training and left her entire life behind. She changed her name and didn’t much care about contacting her family, and to this day she has no idea of what has become of them and hopes that nobody will recognize her from her “previous life”. In the military, she went through basic training and learned English and Russian, but decided that it wasn’t enough. The government had no idea what to do with her, so they put her through extensive training sessions. She managed to scrape past death quite a few times, but eventually made her way through the training, and became a valuable tool for the military. Jen was placed on a base in Rio Gallegos, Argentina, which had the sole purpose of improving on military equipment, specifically vehicles. She quickly became right at home and delved into her work. Nobody really knew much about her, but they all came to depend on her expertise and work ethic. Her favorite machine was the fighter jet, but she also became partial to submarines. On that fateful day in November, Jen was blowing things up deep underwater (government testing, you see) so she wasn’t annihilated like the rest of the area. When she surfaced, the radiation wasn’t enough to kill her, but she became fully irradiated. She started dying, and was unable to eat or sleep, and became weak. That’s when the zannights came and attacked. Weak though she was, she managed to get into a jet and get away, but not before one of them scratched her. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Jen has the ability to take any machine, mechanism, or just a scrap of metal, and morph it with her body. She can transform her skin into a metal suit of armor simply by touching the metal. She can morph her arm into a machine gun if she wanted to. She could even become the fighter jet that she loves so much. When a machine is part of her, she can automatically make it do what she wants it to do. However, it takes an intense amount of concentration to make this happen and each time she does it, it gets harder to turn back into full human.
I have decided to take a page from Kira's book. I will be rolling dice and making GM posts to add some randomness to the rp, and move the plot along at times.
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Don't worry, no "Rolls" will be seen. I'm just gonna make my own system to generate random little events. Probably won't even be as involved as Kira.
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Valentina Borislava Username: Twisted Name: Valentina Borislava Age: 30-ish. Location at "D2-day" Incident: Tula Oblast, Tula, Russia. Personality: Insane and unpredictable. Too unpredictable to write down.
Appearance: What use to be a woman of average build, is now somewhat of a monstrosity. Now possessing dark, almost olive green skin, she is dotted with wart-like knobs all over her body; hardened calcium deposits under her flesh. Her stringy, greasy hair is shoulder length and when washed, blond, but that is rare and it is normally so caked with grime it appears brownish black with hues of green. When adorned in only tattered brown rags, it isn't uncommon to catch a glimpse of her mangled nudity from time to time. However, it isn't uncommon for her to disguise herself in normal "pretty clothes" and hide her face, extra arms and tail, in an attempt to lure men in with enticing actions and promises of sexual delight and salvation. When she hunts she wears no shoes in order to move silently; her feet hardened calluses from years of walking the streets of broken glass and debris.
History: History is nothing to her now. Growing up on the streets of her city, she learned quickly how to survive and get by on the least amount of food and shelter, often times taking refuge in abandoned buildings that were crumbling and dangerous, and even sometimes residing in the sewers beneath her city; where dirty, however they offered up a cornucopia of delectable delights such as rats, cockroaches, and the occasional dead human body.
Her life changed very little after the nuke fell, in fact, it became easier to survive. No longer was food hard to come by, and when she herself became infected, it was effortless to obtain a meal.
Mutation: Predator's Body: Having been subjected to prolonged radiation prior to becoming infected, Valentina gained heightened senses (sight, smell, hearing, all predatory instinctual senses) as well as increased speed and strength. The effects are also visible and have morphed her body to become more beastly; extending from her elongated digits, talon-like claws now replace what was once nails and instead of two arms she now possesses four, using them similarly to how a spider uses it's eight.
Her mouth now a large maw filled with foul jagged discolored teeth reminiscent of a shark‘s, benefited by the snake-like ability to detach the jaw enabling her to consume bits larger than a grapefruit; often used to attack and bite the head/face of her prey. Tucked away inside her throat is a dagger like tube that rockets out to stab and suck the juices out of her prey, should she wish to consume them in such a manner.
No longer is she effected by the consumption of infected flesh, infected herself, she gains no ill effects from other infected; in fact, she prefers her meals to be rotting and even infected now. Her stomach secretes a thick mucus that coats her intestines, she can also vomit it onto her prey and when exposed to the air long enough, the mucus hardens and forms a cocoon like holding chamber for the would be meal or sexual plaything.
The last and at times most useful mutation was the addition of a tail that melds the flexibility of a snake and the sting and toxin of a scorpion. A strange appendage that formed from the extension of her bowels into the tail. It excretes obviously her excrement, but also the strange mucus that lines her intestines. When directly ingested or injected into the blood stream, the toxin is lethal, and almost instantly kills the target and begins an accelerated decomposition from the inside out, turning the target into a zombie Slurpee.
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She despises the light and has horrible eyesight in the bright light. She primarily hunts at night resorting to hunting during the day under only the most extreme circumstances. When she does venture out of the crags and hovels she lurks in during the day, she piles on more layers of rags to shield her sun-sensitive skin from the light, hindering her mobility to a degree.
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To clear up a bit of confusion I saw in the shoutbox, Your character doesn't have to be IN Russia at the start of the rp. That's where it is heading, but feel free to place them anywhere you want. There are ways that one could survive a nuke barrage, whether it be bomb shelter or pure luck.
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June 1, 2012, 9:38 pm
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Mikhail Volkov Username: Third Time Name: Mikhail Volkov Age: 32 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Mikhail was in Vyborg, a border town near St. Petersburg, smuggling people into the country from Finland. Personality: Mikhail is usually quiet and stoic. He carries himself with a sort of subdued confidence; he does not swagger, but rather moves like a jungle cat, a supreme hunter confident in his own abilities. Appearance Standing at an average height with a compact build, Mikhail isn't the biggest guy around, but his hollow-eyed stare easily makes him the most sinister. Mikhail's numerous tattoos tell much about him, if you know what they mean. The vor v zakone have their own traditions when it comes to tattoos, making it unlikely that an outsider will be able to decipher them. (Note: all tattoos are in Russian, but have been translated) Chest -Crucifix: Signifies that Mikhail is a "Prince of Thieves," very high honor among the vor v zakone -Eight-pointed star (near each shoulder): Only vor v zakone are allowed to get these tattoos. Abdomen -Death with a scythe, with "I'm here, and I'm waiting" written beneath it (upper right abdomen): Signifies that Mikhail is a killer -Madonna with Child: has been a criminal since his youth Arms -Scribe writing in a book with a quill (right forearm): Skilled with a knife or razor -Beetle, with scrollwork saying "Good Luck" (left hand): Pickpocket -Tiger (left forearm): Enforcer History: Mikhail Volkov was born a thief and a criminal. His father and brothers were all in the Russian mafia, and it was always easier to become a criminal than to become anything else. When he proved to be a very good thief, that was the end of any other choices. A lifetime of theft, violence, gambling, and vices has made him who he is. Or rather, who he was before the bombs fell. After finishing a prison term for beating a witness to a robbery, Mikhail was given what was supposed to be an easy job, as a kind of reward. He was supposed to meet a group of people coming in from Finland and smuggle them across the border in exchange for a lot of money. When he found that they were trying to bring in their infected relatives, hoping that the rumored Cure would work on Zannights, he refused, deciding that the risk of an outbreak simply wasn't worth it. In the arguments that followed, on of the crates holding the Zannights was broken open. After the gunfire, Mikhail was the only one left standing. Though he was bitten, he only had a few moments to panic before Finland disappeared in nuclear fire, the edges of the radiation cloud washing over him. Over the next few days, he stayed locked in his room, convinced he was going to change any moment. Suffering through ravenous hunger, aches, chills, and body-wracking muscle cramps, he stayed locked in, knowing that there was no hope for him. When the pains faded, he was more than a little surprised that he was still himself. After gorging himself to satisfy his appetite, he set out for home, to find a doctor who could tell him what happened. Now in St. Petersburg, with some level of understanding about what happened to him, Mikhail is doing what he has always done: make a living through violence and crime. Mutation: Unbreakable After exposure, Mikhail's body chemistry changed drastically, resulting in calcium and iron deposits forming throughout his tissue. Though the monstrous appetite it gave him resulted in nearly starving to death in the first few days, it has given him a physical resilience that rivals most forms of armor plating. The massive increase in bone density allows him to stand up to blows that should reduce him to a greasy smear, and the increased muscle mass lets him hit back just as hard. Skills: As a member of the vor v zakone, better known to the rest of the world as the Vory, Mikhail is a career criminal and proud of it. Hotwiring cars, cheating at cards, knife fighting, firearms, anything that a member of the Russian mob needs to know, he knows. Equipment: -Leather Jacket: Old and scuffed, but heavy and tough, with a warm lining -Heavy winter gloves: A necessity for anyone in Russia -Saiga Automatic shotgun (50 buckshot shells): Your argument is invalid -Desert Eagle .50 AE (50 rounds): Also known as the Fecalator, because you will crap yourself when he points it at you. -Bowie Knife: In Vory slang, a blade is a quill. Knife experts are called scribes, because they can write a thesis of pain using a person's face for paper. -Whetstone: Think of it as the inkwell for his "quill." -Basic tool set: A couple old screwdrivers, a hammer, and some duct tape. -Five MRE ration packs: Each one is about 3000 calories. Not diet-friendly. -Big bottle of vodka: Because f*ck you, that's why. -Big canvas backpack: Old, patched, and reliable. -Dirt bike: Recently "acquired." Get obscenely good mileage, but definitely not a babe-magnet. -Petrol can with 2 liters of fuel: Strapped to the side of the bike. -Carton of cigarettes: The default currency in a post-apocalyptic world. -Pocketful of disposable lighters: You know all those half-full lighters you've lost over the years? He has them. All of them. They were in the couch.
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Ms. Kolchak is approved. I look forward to everyone else's characters.
I'll get "The Cure" up tomorrow, and possibly a second character.
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*facepalm* her appearance isn't even done yet. *sigh* it's been too long since I last GMed. xD
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June 3, 2012, 5:59 am
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Username: The Demi-god Achilles!
Name: Carlos Alberto Del Castillo Del Toro Inquebrantable (call him Carlos)
Age: 27
Location at "D2-day" Incident: Mexico: Guerrero with the Caballeros Templarios Cartel
Personality: Carlos is an aggressive human being. Being with a drug Cartel he's learned not to trust someone unless the come with a recommendation from another cartel member and even then they have to earn it. He's secretive and snoopy, he has to be otherwise some one could have betrayed him in the cartel. It may sound like paranoia, and to the regular Joe it might seem like it. But in his line of work it was necessary.
Appearance  He's like this but a little younger. He wears white undershirt and baggy jeans. You can see several of his tattoos that cover his arms and body.
History: This is gonna be short so yeah... Okay so he was born in Mexico into the slums, he became involved in the drug wars a soon as he became a free thinking individual who didn't shit himself while he walked, so about 7. He went through life, he didn't advance much, he made a good grunt. so he never really got 'promoted'. His position when the Virus and Theo-nuclear war hit was the "District manager", which mean he was in charge of his neighborhood, but in a country one neighborhood isn't that powerful. When he virus and the thermo-nuclear war hi he found that not one bomb landed close to his little slum, however the radiation covered miles, including his slum.
Ability/Mutation/Augment: His tattoos can animate and leave his body. When they animate they retain their Ink-ish look. He had unlimited control over them but hey can only go so far from his body. Ill ask Duke about that distance later
Tattoos:
Over his right pectoral  Comes off his body and grows in size to create a real sized shield, can't block bullets, but slows them down. It can block clubs swords and what not though.
Lower Right and Left Arm  can come off of his body and he can use them as weapons, or if he points his arms at you, they fly off his arms in that direction and wrap around what he wishes them to.
Right Shoulder  Come off of his body, same size as the tattoo, can sting and pinch things, its a scorpion, it does scorpion things.
Left Arm  Comes off his body, grows in size a little bit, can fly and breaths fire in painful, but not lethal amounts. It's fire looke like ink.
Left Calf  Can come off his body and generate light in a dark place.
Abs  Come off his body, no difference in size and shoot people with them.
All of his tattoos that come off of his body retain their inkish look. When the Scorpion/Phoenix move around hey leave behind a trail of inkish shadow. The bullets do the same, and the chain has constant flow of ink falling off of it. You know how when you open the freezer on a hot day you can see the crystallized air fall down slowly? Its like that but black.
Edited by Achilles, June 8, 2012, 6:16 am.
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June 3, 2012, 10:47 am
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Dave Drobbo Username: Blue Name: Dave Tyberias Drobbo Age: 34 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Cobar, New South Wales, Australia. Personality: I'll be developing a personality throughout the story. For now, Dave's your average Aussie larikan (meaning he's basically got a "devil may care" attitude. Appearance Ever since the "D2-day" incident, Dave has learnt many things. The first of which is that life is short. And therefore, life shouldn't be wasted away on things like taking care of personal hygiene. He still washes himself down with water every couple of days, but that is about the extent of it. He has a pretty distinct odour. Even before the world went to Hell, Dave was a Hunter and Survivalist by trade. He was homeless, and performed odd jobs and busking outside pubs to earn his keep wherever he went. He's a jack of all trades, but hunting and surviving are his special crafts. History: Dave was born to a rich Australian family who never let him go wanting. At least up until he reached 14. That was when he ran away. He hated everything being handed to him on a silver platter - sometimes gold. He disliked his parents for throwing cash at everything. He believed in a way of life that would allow him to feel like he was paying his own way. And so he crafted a bow, packed a bag and went walking. No one could account for that 14 year old boy after that. Some said that the dingoes got him, others say they saw him fight a crocodile and lose a foot doing it. But after a while, the stories stopped coming and people stopped caring. But Dave never stopped. Over the years, he covered every corner of his country and came to respect all aspects of life within it. 20 years on from his disappearance, he was now a master marksman with any projectile weapon you could shove in his face and was pretty deadly with a bowie knife too. He'd learnt to camoflague, to sound animal calls and lay death traps for his meals to stumble into. Every now and then, he'd step back into civilisation to make some cash to pay for supplies and ammunition. But he never left any traces of himself for anyone to find. When war broke out, he continued on his way as though nothing had happened. Sure, supplies were harder to come by, but he survived. It was all he knew. However, when the infection spread and Russia prepared to annihilate the rest of the world, naturally he was caught off guard. It still surprises him to this day how everything changed in that one night. As he'd slept in an underground cave, a Zanimal spider managed to creep up on him. He'd woken up just in time for it to bite into his right arm. He still remembers the sickening sound of his knife skewering that bloody pest. He was attempting to give himself first aid when the explosions started above the ground. He was far down enough that he wasn't injured, but some of the tremors so bad that they actually threm him up against a wall and broke right leg and his left arm as he was trying to treat the spider bite. In a bad way, he passed out from pain. When he woke up again, he could only have assumed that he'd been out for at least two days. When he resurfaced, the radiation shook him to his core. He was on the verge of death when someone found him. She was a scientist who'd taken refuge in a similar cave - apparently there had been a layered of some metal which had saved them both from being crushed to death. She was sick from the radiation too, but she took care of his injuries as though they were her only priority. Strangely enough however, whilst the bones healed at a normal rate, the spider bite remained. Dave felt no pain after a few days, but the bite refused to subside. As soon as he was well enough, the scientist helped him into her truck and drove for days to get him to a safe house - one of two remaining within the country. Coincidentally, it was within an airport. Dave learnt about the Russians, the Cure-Woman and about how the world was on its knees. And then he knew. He needed to go to Russia. He was done with Australia. He needed a new environment to traverse. A new world. Dave was going to Russia. Where the Bears and Wolves lurked within the snow. He couldn't wait. The inhabitants of the camp called him delusional, the scientist included. However, as they began to argue about it, a bunch of Dingo Zanimals breached the safety zone. As luck would have it, one of the blokes Dave argued with was a pilot. He wasn't so quick to refuse the survivalist on his offer once everything had gone south. Once he made it to Russia, Dave continued on his own way, leaving the rest of the group he'd travelled with to go and start anew. He started ducking and weaving through safety zones. Largely though, he had no problem. The zombies never got close enough to touch him again. Well, unless he let them. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Ability/Mutation/Augment: The spider bite never fully healed, but Dave soon found out when he arrived in Russia, that it had in fact done him a service. Not unlike many other random cases of mutants he’d heard about, the combination of radiation and infection had enhanced his body structure by a hundredfold. At first, it was just on a physical level. One night he’d gone to sleep curled up against a massive tree. Hours later he was woken up by a loud crack. He moved out of the way just in time to see the tree topple away from him, almost completely uprooted. There was a slight ache in his leg, he noticed. Testing his theory, he walked up to a similarly sized tree and gave it a good solid punch. Yet again, a loud crack echoed through the snowy forest and sure enough the tree went toppling over. Learning to control his strength was a challenge to say the least, especially when he would go and hunt; he would have to craft at least 3 bows per day. Eventually though, he got the hang of it. But the best part about the infection that spider gave him, was his true ability. He was already a trained killer, master hunter and expert survivalist. But the bite had given him a whole new insight to fighting, killing and catching prey. He became the ultimate killing machine, using this new ability he dubbed “Hyper-focus.” Throughout every confrontation, hunting expedition and wrestle with the odd Zanimal, he’s known the outcome before it’s even occurred. To put it into perspective, in a matter of seconds, he can anticipate an opponent’s movements, pinpoint weak spots, and take them apart from the inside out. (If you’re still unsure about how that works, watch the following link from 1:31 onwards and know that Dave’s Hyper-focus is almost exactly like that, but it’s at least five times as refined: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGCMfprPJoA )
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June 3, 2012, 3:12 pm
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Done?? Username: MoonDancer Name: Goes by the name of “Jen”. That’s what she decided to call herself after she left her life. She won’t clarify if it’s short for anything, or if she has a last name. [tab][tab] Note: Only those from her hometown and those met on her extensive travels would know that her real name is Veronica Genevieve Pérez Quiñónez.Age: 23 Location at "D2-day" Incident: Off the coast of Argentina. Specifically, she was testing the limits of a military submarine that had recently left a port in Rio Gallegos. Personality: The perfect word to define Jen is “impassive”. She is cold, calculating, and opinionated (although she keeps most of her opinions to herself). She is impersonal, and doesn’t take the time to get to know anyone. She acts like she doesn’t need anyone else to survive. She can look at any situation, dissect it, understand what needs to be done, and figure out how to do it. She takes orders very well due to her military background, but when it comes to taking charge, she has no idea where to begin. She takes risks, but only if it will help reach her goal. She would sacrifice herself for the good of someone else, but the general mission comes first. She keeps everything inside which results in a lot of stress. There is a magnitude of inner conflict in her life. She deals with this mainly by drinking, and she gets very dangerous and violent when she has alcohol in her system. She prefers a mix of vodka and orange juice, and often tries to pass it off as plain orange juice. She claims it clears her head, and will take opposition to anyone who says differently. This girl is a master at operating machinery. She can fly any plane, drive any motor vehicle, operate any boat; it’s just a gift that she has. She always refers to them as “she”, and has a connection to them that she doesn’t have with people. She knows what makes them run, and can fix any problem that comes with them. She’s a mechanic at heart. Appearance: With dark brown wavy hair cut in a shoulder-length bob, she has a very athletic frame and is of average height, about 5’4”. Her facial features are sharp, yet soft, and definitely show her Latin-American heritage. Her dark eyes can fix you in a stare and analyze you before you even know what’s happening. She is not stunning, but not unattractive, either. There is a certain harsh quality about her that makes people nervous. She has small, nimble hands that work well with both musical instruments and electronics. She has a yakuza tattoo that has the same form and colors as the one pictured, but it is made entirely of intertwining dragons, snakes, and words in different languages. Because of this, she almost always wears jeans, combat boots, and a t-shirt. Corresponding Images History: She lived a relatively easy early life. Born in Puerto Rico to a very large family, her primary language is Spanish. Instead of schooling, she traveled around Latin America and taught herself. She met many interesting people, and left quite an impression on them. At the age of 16, she signed herself up for military training and left her entire life behind. She changed her name and didn’t much care about contacting her family, and to this day she has no idea of what has become of them and hopes that nobody will recognize her from her “previous life”. In the military, she went through basic training and learned English and Russian, but decided that it wasn’t enough. The government had no idea what to do with her, so they put her through extensive training sessions. She managed to scrape past death quite a few times, but eventually made her way through the training, and became a valuable tool for the military. Jen was placed on a base in Rio Gallegos, Argentina, which had the sole purpose of improving on military equipment, specifically vehicles. She quickly became right at home and delved into her work. Nobody really knew much about her, but they all came to depend on her expertise and work ethic. Her favorite machine was the fighter jet, but she also became partial to submarines. On that fateful day in November, Jen was blowing things up deep underwater (government testing, you see) so she wasn’t annihilated like the rest of the area. When she surfaced, the radiation wasn’t enough to kill her, but she became fully irradiated. She started dying, and was unable to eat or sleep, and became weak. That’s when the zannights came and attacked. Weak though she was, she managed to get into a jet and get away, but not before one of them scratched her. Ability/Mutation/Augment: Jen has the ability to take any machine, mechanism, or just a scrap of metal, and morph it with her body. She can transform her skin into a metal suit of armor simply by touching the metal. She can morph her arm into a machine gun if she wanted to. She could even become the fighter jet that she loves so much. When a machine is part of her, she can automatically make it do what she wants it to do. However, it takes an intense amount of concentration to make this happen and each time she does it, it gets harder to turn back into full human.
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Achilles: Carlos Alberto Del Castillo Del Toro Inquebrantable looks good. As for distance, I'd say the chains can go 3 meters, the scorpion 30 meters, and the guns, if that's what the last tattoo does, can fire bullets that will travel up to 100 meters before dispersing. I'm never going to call him merely Carlos.....muahahaha!
Third time: When you've finished up the last touches, let me know. Otherwise it looks good to me. (He scares me...)
Comrade: You're almost done. same as third time, give us a post when you're done.
MoonDancer: You only have one image posted there, so I can't see what the tattoos look like. I like Jen so far though, so keep it up.
I'm going to try to get "The Cure" posted in the next few hours.
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Bring your stories, forged in the bellows of muse. Your plots, paved with insight and imagination. Your characters, born of experiences bearing both sorrow and joy. Surrender unto me the whole of your being and all that your mind is capable of accomplishing. You shall be reciprocated the same from your comrade in lyrics, your brother of epics, a fellow word-bender, another author-in-arms. Come now, take my hand, and let us all breath life into yet another creation, together.
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June 3, 2012, 10:48 pm
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Finished, review my bitch and tell me the results good sir.
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June 3, 2012, 11:05 pm
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Noice twisted. I have an idea, though. Would you be adverse to making her nocturnal? Perhaps even photosensitive? This would force her to cover up more in the day and limit her movement a little.
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Bring your stories, forged in the bellows of muse. Your plots, paved with insight and imagination. Your characters, born of experiences bearing both sorrow and joy. Surrender unto me the whole of your being and all that your mind is capable of accomplishing. You shall be reciprocated the same from your comrade in lyrics, your brother of epics, a fellow word-bender, another author-in-arms. Come now, take my hand, and let us all breath life into yet another creation, together.
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June 3, 2012, 11:10 pm
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Fine. Intended that anyway. Most predators hunt at night, in my mind.
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June 3, 2012, 11:18 pm
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Fixed.
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June 3, 2012, 11:20 pm
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Coolz. Well then, she is accepted.
Yay!
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Bring your stories, forged in the bellows of muse. Your plots, paved with insight and imagination. Your characters, born of experiences bearing both sorrow and joy. Surrender unto me the whole of your being and all that your mind is capable of accomplishing. You shall be reciprocated the same from your comrade in lyrics, your brother of epics, a fellow word-bender, another author-in-arms. Come now, take my hand, and let us all breath life into yet another creation, together.
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Mr. X December 8, 2013, 1:09 pm lol, homophobes. I love gay people. FredKrug December 8, 2013, 1:10 pm AGREED
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June 4, 2012, 4:59 am
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Hey Duke I just realized that no all of the pictures worked Ill edit it tomorrow
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum
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"Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly"
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June 4, 2012, 6:19 am
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- June 4, 2012, 5:57 am
And we all know nobody ever reads histories. Right? Right. Not the way you write them. You write like a Russian. Russian novels are intended to take an entire Siberian winter to finish (because who the hell wants to go outside?), and are typically measured by the kilogram rather than by the page.
Anyways, Mikhail is done.
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June 4, 2012, 5:28 pm
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Fixed it!
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Not the way you write them. You write like a Russian. Russian novels are intended to take an entire Siberian winter to finish (because who the hell wants to go outside?), and are typically measured by the kilogram rather than by the page.
Couldn't agree more!
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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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June 4, 2012, 6:13 pm
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Poor Comrade gets flack for putting TOO much effort into his character's lol.
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June 4, 2012, 7:14 pm
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Whoot!
Achilles, Third Time, Comrade, you are all approved.
I'll give Blue one more day to get her character done(I will definitely be done tonight), and then we'll kick this thing off.
Edited by Kyoichi, June 4, 2012, 7:14 pm.
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Bring your stories, forged in the bellows of muse. Your plots, paved with insight and imagination. Your characters, born of experiences bearing both sorrow and joy. Surrender unto me the whole of your being and all that your mind is capable of accomplishing. You shall be reciprocated the same from your comrade in lyrics, your brother of epics, a fellow word-bender, another author-in-arms. Come now, take my hand, and let us all breath life into yet another creation, together.
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Mr. X December 8, 2013, 1:09 pm lol, homophobes. I love gay people. FredKrug December 8, 2013, 1:10 pm AGREED
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Twisted: I'm not going to be nice or quit early. If it comes down to disemboweling you vs a friendly man hug, your large intestine is going on the ground.
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June 4, 2012, 9:14 pm
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I'm going to add an equipment section to my character sheet. Since this is a post-apocalyptic setting, I assume we need to track things like ammunition and food?
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