[Extinction] Hi, my name is... and I'm a survivor. [Character Index]

Pineapple · Jun 13, 2011

Here you can all get together and let us meet your character, who they are, and why they are unique. This profile is for your character in the world of extinction, and as such this is a description of how your character will act, talk to others, and interact with other characters. If your character thinks it is wrong to kill unless in self defense, they will not want to ambush survivors or attack zombies that do not show signs of aggression.

When creating a character, it is best to work your way through in this order:

Character Vitals

Phobias and Traits

Stat and Skill Points [3.0]

For Reference:

http://www.waywardinn.com/threads/statistics-and-skills.74/Stat and Skill Points [2.0]

http://www.waywardinn.com/threads/statistics-and-skills.74/

You should read up on how SP (stat points) works before you begin on the traits)

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Character Sheets

Name: (your characters name)

Age: (How old they are)

Gender: (What gender are they, male or female)

Ethnicity: (white, black, asian, american, swiss, dutch, etc...) [e.g. Black Amerian]

Sexual Orientation: (Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, Asexual)

Height: (Hot tall you are)

Weight: (how heavy you are)

Main Arm: (Right or Left Handed)

Appearance: (How you look, words+pic or just words)

Former Career/Job: (What you used to do)

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: (Half full, or half empty)

Humanity: (Save those in trouble or pain, or leave them)

Favorite Locations: (theme parks, beaches, malls, etc...)

Hated Locations: (see above)

Personal Goals: (what you want to do in your life)

Ethical Code: (What is considered right or wrong to you; is it wrong to steal in order to survive?)

Best Personality Trait: (What is your best characteristic?)

Worst Personality Trait: (What is your worst characteristic?)

Personality Traits: (What are some of the many characteristics your character has?)

Opinions on Relationships: (How do hey feel about friends, familly, romance, companions, pets, etc...)

Behaviors: (What are some of your characters quirks, suc as bitting nails)

Interests and Hobbies: (What does your character do to pass time)

History: (How your character grew up and was treated, from birth till present)

* Sheet was updated to match changes preformed from 2.0 (or 2.5) to 3.0

ElderKingpin · Jun 19, 2011

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- Daichi Nakamura

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Name: Daichi Nakamura

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Japanese

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 150 lbs

Appearence:

Phobias: Severe Hyplophobioa, Mild Acrophobia

Traits: Keen observer, Quick learner

Former Career/Job: Professor at a university

Optimistic vs. Pesimistic: Half empty, and that half empty glass will fall over and that glass will get crushed by a large meteor

Humanity: Save those in pain, including those who were originally out to kill you

Favourite Locations: Library, Schools

Hated Locations: The Mall

Personal Goals: Being able to answer every question asked to him

Ethical Code: Everything must be done with honor and grace. Stealing is frowned upon, but in this era, there is nothing to do about it. And if he was to steal it had to be for an honorable cause or for pure survival.

Best Personality Trait: Unselfishness

Worst Personality Trait: Tends to be excessively negative and pessimistic

Personality Traits: Stays quiet and in the background, unless answering a question, or explaining something, which is when he "comes out of his shell". He tends to keep his opinions to himself, unless he whole-heartedly believes in what hes saying is right, at which point, he will do it, even if no one else agrees.

Opinions on Relationships: Prefers to stay single and distances himself from other people

Behaviours: Tends to mumble and lose focus on the current situation, whatever that might be

Interests and Hobbies: Carries a rubiks cube in his coat, even during the apocolypse, he likes to fidget around and solve it when bored and will spin a side inside his jacket pocket.

History: Raised in a average home to average parents in an average neighborhood, he was born to Japanese parents who moved to America before his birth, from the moment he was born, his parents realized his great potential and intellect, something they could see in his eyes. They were right, as he graduated high school at the age of 15, finishing college at the age of 19, and received his masters at the age of 22. He double majored in electrical engineering and computer science. Minoring in nursing. The Julliard College of Engineering was the best choice of college that he had at the time, a prestigious school where many of the greats had studied in. The problem was that it was in New York. In times like these, New York is filled with violence, more so than D.C. the constant violence that happened around him naturally created his fear of guns and he has grown to resent New York and all that it stands for. Quiet strange that he took a job at the college, but it paid well. The apocalypse occurred right when he was about to finish his Ph.D. He was at home studying when the first “breaking news” came on the T.V., speaking about an epidemic that was ravaging the world. Not soon after, the first zombies were walking in his street.

Monsterous · Jun 19, 2011

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PC

- Danny Monsa

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Name: Danny Monsa

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Dutch Australian

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 170

Main Arm: Right

Main Leg: Right

Appearence:

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(Kind of like that, without the engineer gear and a more hairier beard.)

Phobias: Mild fear of Insects (Entomophobia)

Traits: Ambidextrous and Keen Observer

Former Career/Job: Mechanic - fixed cars, mended machines - not much work in the gun buisness though which i liked.

Optimistic vs. Pesimistic: If the guns got ammo, the worlds gonna get brighter. So optimisim i guess.

Humanity: May as well keep 'em alive - that way they wont turn into zombies see? Doesnt mean im startin' a bloody band wagon of refugees.

Favourite Locations: If its got a workbench, then im happy to stay there.

Hated Locations: Ive worked in many places. Sewers? Screw 'em, stinky ratholes full of muck and slime.

Personal Goals: Well i want to be an Astronaut. Nah, just messin. I was content with fixin' stuff - but now? Not that happy with my current job - Zombie Murderer. Bright side is its got quite good perks - such as staying alive.

Ethical Code: Leave others alone, and they'll leave you alone. 'course if they dont like you, then why not give them a little trouble back?

Best Personality Trait: I suppose confidence - If you cant do it, i bloody can do it better than you. Unless you want me to talk to parents, then im sure you'll do better.

Worst Personality Trait: Im too soft on the bloody pets. Cant keep my eyes off 'em. They'll just slow you down, but its not their fault they're in this mess, poor buggers.

Personality Traits: Some consider me that angry sod in the corner drinkin' his whisky. Others take me for that person fixing stuff you dont want to ask questions with - because he knows what hes doing and he doesnt want to talk. They're probably right actually come'ta think of it.

Opinions on Relationships: Friends? Handy, good for help - got a fe... used to have a few. Now family? Damn. All they're good for is getting you from nappy to trousers, feeding you until your hands can actually use a fork, and then kicking you out the door. And teachin' you that drink makes a man very, very angry.

Behaviours: Apparently i like to grind my teeth every now and then. Why they're looking at my mouth I wont bother to find out. I also like to blow my nails - probably from when i had to get the grit and dust when i was fixing things. Annoying habit that.

Interests and Hobbies: I dont talk much about it, but i do quite like reading. None of that podgy lad-de-lah woman stuff though - i like it with action. Also dont mind tinkering with things, although i prefer things i can put back together.

History: Well, without getting into the grizzly details - i was born. Funny that, nothing memorable when i was a lad - 'cept having to endure alot of shouting. Drunks usually do that. My dad being no exception. Stayed in shape, did alright in school - got in trouble here and there, didn't really care. Then, when i was around seventeen, eighteen, was an undergraduate at some mechanics place, quite a good area, thought I was gonna be some master engineer at Rolls Royce, or NASA. High hopes, which failed of course. Didn't stop me trying though. Dad got really drunk one night, and i just snapped. Things... happened. Suffice to say, i managed to get a scholarship in DC. So after i took care of a few things, and... said farewell... I left. Didn't even leave my dad a note. I just vanished. Although i did pick a nasty habit - his drinking. Although i'd never fall into his rage; thats one thing im damn proud of.

Got to DC - and rented a place nice and cheap. Nothing fancy, all it needed was a place to sleep, eat, and take a dump. Oh, and a TV. And a workbench. Kept in shape with constant tinkering, heavy lifting, and going to the gym here an there. Just generally trying to be healthy, looking after myself. Made some friends, got into the course - and then one day, it got shutdown. My one shot at becoming something other than a low-life runofthemill mechanic. Didn't help the drinking matters might i add. So i just stayed at home, relaxing. Used the scholarship money to keep myself afloat and ran started working as an ordinary mechanic. Saw some friends here and there. But then years later, everything just changed overnight. I was barricaded in by the bloody military. Back then, I could see why they were doing it. Making sure the infection didn't spread. Good bloody job they did, they left without a warning, leaving us all to die. Then the walking corpses showed up. First thing popped was zombies, and damn was I right. Found some military guy dead on the floor in an alley, took his shotgun and some shells, and i went hunting. Killed a few, then realised the big picture. This was happening globally, and i didn't have enough shells to kill them all. Supplies dwindled, and I had to search for others. I found nobody... alive.

A few days later, I was wrong. There were survivors, like it or not we had to stick together. Things were absolute crap.

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Lord of Chaos · Jun 20, 2011

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Inactive

- Alex Davidson

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Name: Alex Davidson

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: White American

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 135

Main Arm: Left

Main Leg: Left

Appearence: Alex is physically fit from his time on the swim team. He tends to wear light blue and grey clothing, but wears football armor he grabbed from the school sports shed when he realized what was happening. He has black hair and brown eyes.

Phobias: Mild fear of drugs and pain

Traits: Very Quick Learner

Former Career/Job: High School Student

Optimistic vs. Pesimistic: Optimistic

Humanity: Wants to helps others, but often fails to live up to that

Favourite Locations: Swimming Pool, the beach

Hated Locations: The park

Personal Goals: None. Other than being on the swim team, Alex has no real ambitions or goals in life

Ethical Code: Do No Harm. Would only steal in order to survive if the victim could afford it.

Best Personality Trait: Friendly

Worst Personality Trait: Flighty

Personality Traits: Alex is nice and clever, but fails to really stand out in anything.

Opinions on Relationships: Has many light friendships, but nobody who is very close

Behaviours: Smiles when he is worried

Interests and Hobbies: Alex likes the swimming, but is still only passable at it.

History: Alex is the son of a middle class family. His parents were affectionate but not spectacular, his grades were above average without being outstanding. His entire life has been Acceptable, and he has been content to drift along without caring much. That all changed when his swim team made it to nationals, being held in New York City...

Miz · Jul 17, 2011

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PC

- Ardan...

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Name: Ardan...

Age: Hm? Well 23 more or less.

Gender: Male...

Ethnicity: Well what do you think I look like? I am White and well American, I guess?

Sexual Orientation: I um not sure, but I think I like both. I can have both right?

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 136lb

Main Arm: Right

Appearance: Kristin told me she loved my eyes. She said they were a mixture of blue and green, and that it reminded her of her home. Other people have stated they like my eyes, others say they have liked my skin or my hair. My hair is pretty long right now, about half way past my ears. IT would probably be longer if most of it didn't stick up. I guess its because I don't brush it like some people. Though Kristin found it cute, and so did some others, I am not entirely sure what to do with my hair when I think about it.

Phobias: Severe Disposophobia (Fear of Losing Things)

Former Career/Job: Real Estate Agent, Mechanic, Comedian, Karoke Bar Manager, Bartender, Scientist, A Corperation Guy, a shoe maker, Fireman, policeman, a mailman, and a walmart employree, just to name a few.

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: People told me I was an Optimistic person. They said that I always look at the bright side, regardless of how stupid it is. I don't think its stupid to look up though. As Kristin told me, You should always look forward, because there isn't anything to look back to.

Humanity: Try to keep people around, no matter who the person is. They can always seek a new future. Instead of looking in the past.

Favorite Locations: My favorite place was my apartment, it had almost everything I would ever need. Now, I have nothing. Now I have to find everything again. I am not sure what I am going to do without my things. I need them. I can't live without them. I will lose everything if I don't have them.

Hated Locations: Doctor's Offices, and Hospitals. I know they are good people, or at least I think they are... People always tell me you should be nice to Doctors because they might be the ones to save your life. Its just for whatever reason I get nervous or even a little scared around a hospital. I guess it has to be some bad spirits. I heard they can cause that.

Personal Goals: I had a goal, to tell Kristin that I loved her. I wanted to be with her. Now after the outbreak, I really just don't want to lose anything anymore. I need to find my things again or try to find something to remind me of those things I lost.

Ethical Code: We should help those who are still alive. Regardless of who they are, as they can always redeem themselves. As for those we know, we need to take care of them to the end. We can never leave anyone behind. It doesn't matter what they say. I hate losing people.

Best Personality Trait: People tell me that I am lovable, that they never want to abandon me or harm me. I guess its why people are so nice to me, and are so good to me.

Worst Personality Trait: Kristin told me that I was forgetful, and I guess that is pretty bad...

Personality Traits: People tell me they see a kind hearted person when they look at me. I guess that is true, people do say they like me a lot. Even though I think I am annoying at times, people just seem to ignore that. People have also told me that I am ignorant and forgetful. I don't seem to grasp the "full picture". I guess its alright then. Though I warn people that leaving things behind is hard for me. I need to get them, yet some just don't understand. They keep holding me back telling me its too dangerous. I don't care though. I need those things, I need those people, I need them.

Opinions on Relationships: People are good. People tell me things that I can't remember. Like Kirstin, I want to be with someone or someones forever. Spend time with them, and feel safe with them. I don't tell people this though, but I hate losing them. I will try anything to get them to stay, and I will never to leave someone behind.

Behaviors: They also tell me that I like to say things for the sake of saying them. Not because I actually know what it is I am talking about. I guess that might be true. I am also said to twirl my hair when I am bored, and that I am overprotective of my things. Not liking it when people touch them without my permission.

Interests and Hobbies: I collect things in my spare time. I love to collect things actually. Finding things and taking care of them. Making them yours. You never know when you are going to need them.

History:

Some people tell me they can remember all of their childhoods, and I have heard people can remember every book they have read. I guess I am not one of those people. At least I don't think I am. I wish I was though, I think it would be great remembering things from that far back. Though that isn't to say I don't know a lot about myself. I am a good person or I try to be a good person. So I know that much about myself! Just not really the vague details, nor the beginning. Though my neighbor, I mean before the Outbreak, she always told me that it didn't matter where the story began, but where it ends. Maybe that is right. Though what I do remember from my beginning is a foggy place, a place with hot steam and breaking sunlight. Like something from an artist's painting. It is beautiful but scary at the same time. Like one of those nightmares you have as a kid and maybe this was a nightmare, but I think it was real. The pain felt real. I remember it happened when I was younger, I got hit on the back end of my head, or something like that. The people around me got worried, they said they were worried. Someone was screaming. I think it was my mom? She was screaming. A swamp monster? Maybe, I think there were lake monsters in West Seneca, the place I grew up in, or at least that is what people told me when I grew up. I was fascinated by them, and tried to catch them with a flashlight in hand. You know that Monsters are afraid of light? You just need to fight them with fire. It will scare them off.

In any case, I remember that I liked the baseball team in West Seneca, even though it was foggy, it sometimes wasn't. When the lakes would let it be sunny. We went to go see the Cardinals. They were my favorite team. Everyone liked them, and we were so excited to see them play. I heard they got to Major League, I mean before the Outbreak. I have no idea what they are doing now. Can't say I had a favorite player though, I would have to say the Quaterback if I had to pick one, but I can't remember his name for the life of me.

I grew up though, left East Seneca, got by with some scholarships, and eventually ended up in New York. Some company wanted to see me, I forgot why exactly but I never really heard from them again. Which left me stranded. I had no more money left, sounds stupid I know, but I had no money when I started off. That got me in a lot of trouble, people were always looking for me. I assume it was because of debts, I heard they do that. They always say in the movies they will break your kneecaps, I guess I am lucky then I didn't get injured. Though even with my legs fine, I was in over my head. Yet it was just my luck. I would consider it lucky at least! That one day, in a public bathroom I found a lotto ticket. It was dropped on the ground. I am not sure by who, I liked it, it was a cool color. I was sleeping there I think after a night of wondering around. Public bathrooms are always opened. I remember a nice stranger telling me that when I didn't know where to sleep. I don't know who dropped it or why. But fortunately it wasn't taken from me when I was later found that day by the police. They took me to the station, and the chief there he didn't really want to say anyhting to me. He just let me out without any punishments. I heard that is common in New York. I guess a night in jail is enough of a "slap on the wrist". It was for me, because after that day, everything got better. I guess I got my act together. I heard prison can do that to someone. Like they are all bad, trying to plot to harm people and then they go to prison for a few days or are threatened to and they come out fine. I hope people can change like that. I knew I did after just one night in the police station.

As I got my act together I found an apartment to live in. It was a great apartment too. I had everything I could ever want. A "Diamond-Collectors" antique ashtray, to these awesome rolls of toilet paper with dogs on them. Even better though was that every week I would get a Check by Friday. It was definitely a lot of money, more than I thought I could spend. They came in the mail, with these fancy priority mail envelopes. You know the ones, those orange ones? I guess it came from that lotto ticket, I keep it with me still. I don't tell people about it though. Last time someone saw it, they tried to trick me that it wasn't my lotto ticket. They tried to take it from me. I almost lost it too, and I would hate to lose something this important. I still have it with me. In a place I never tell anybody.

After I got the apartment I met some nice people, weirdly enough they all had jobs in the military base. Though they weren't military people, well weren't anymore I guess. Apparently they did worked at the military base but not as soldiers anymore. I didn't know you could do that, but they found a way. They told me it was a easy living, but they said it hurt their conscious sometimes, making weapons to kill people and training others to kill people. They always liked talking to me though. Even telling me things they said I wasn't suppose to know. Sometimes personal things, sometimes business things, it was a few good times together. I always said they should retire if they hated their jobs. Get away from the action if they were so sick of it. But they hesitated with me, saying I would do the same as them if I could. Maybe that is true, there is honor in serving your nation. Two of my closest three friends were former military men, cool uniforms they had, but even though they were retired they still dressed in them to go to work. They said they didn't work for the military anymore but never really elaborated where they did work. I never really figured it out, but I naturally was too busy with my other friend to care.

She was a lovely woman, around my age. (She never told me her age though....) Her name was Kristin and she had a beautiful voice. I called her Doctor Kristin, because she was a doctor of some sort, some science I could never really understand. She tried to explain her job to me once, though near the end of our conversation she told me "Never-mind... Just forget about it Ardan" and I tried to. Unfortunately it seems I can't forget things when I want to. Like when Kristin fought with her boyfriend next door. I was sure it was about me, for Doctor Kristin and I, we acted friendly... possibly too friendly... but even though I am sure I loved her, because people say you can feel butterflies in your gut when you love somebody. I never wanted to tell her that. I am pretty sure she knew already though, she always liked sleeping next to me she said. At night I would tell of her things that I never told anyone. Like whenever I sleep I always dream of the same dream. One where I am in a bright room, sitting in a stiff chair and a metal table and two other people keep asking me questions. Questions I can't understand. I try to say things to them, I try to give an answer but it doesn't matter. The two men don't look pleased, they whisper to one another and give me this strange look of shock and disappointment. The dream always ends differently though, and the people in the dream are never quite the same. I even told her once that she was one of the Men. Which I guess doesn't make sense. She said was alright though, and it must be my dream trying to tell me something. We always told each other things we weren't suppose to let the other know, but she never did tell me one thing. A thing she said she wished she could tell me, maybe it was why her boyfriend, or at least I think that was her boyfriend, yelled at her for getting close to me. She never did tell me what she meant, and she never brought it up again, but I can't blame her. The outbreak occurred by that point and on the last morning I saw her, before she went to work, she gave me her scarf and her pair of panties. They are still in my bag. I just don't tell anybody...

Kristin wasn't the only person I fell in love with in my time in New York. There were others, many other faces, some of friends and some of people I never saw again. They always tried to help me and I always took sometime to remember them by. I don't believe anyone is truly evil, I mean there is so many good people who have helped me a long the way. In the end though, My military friends told me that they still served to protect the nation from any future dangers that might occur. I hope they were prepared then, for when the Outbreak occurred, I never saw of them again. The Commander never came back to his apartment, and I never got to say good bye to him. I wanted to thank him. Though as the days passed I wanted to stay in my room, stay there forever but a few men, men from the military base that didn't go that last morning. Took me with them, saying they couldn't leave me behind. I wish they did, because the apartment was gone the next day. Burned down. I can't remember the days after that. All I know is I hate the infected. I hate them. They destroyed everything, killed everything, ruined everything. All my memories. And now I have to somehow get by without them.

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Update

Well because we stumbled upon it in the plot: Here is Ardan's real bio, it isn't entirely complete but from what has been explained so far...

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PC

- Ardan Coleman

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History:

Ardan was born in Silver Springs Hospital on the border of the District of Columbia to two proud and highly educated parents. He would be an only child, his parents lacking the time and energy with their demanding jobs to support any siblings. Ardan's childhood was, for the most part, average. Having only a few scuffles, he managed to get through his years in traditional education fairly easily. Especially since his parents could afford for him to go to the best academies, and receive the best tutoring if he ever had trouble. High expectations were always set for Ardan, but he never had much difficulty accomplishing them. He was intelligent, just like his parents, but he also had another special talent. Ardan was very good looking and knew how to work with people to get things done. Manipulative in a sense, he always had a considerable group of friends surrounding him and he always managed to get higher grades in certain classes by befriending his teachers and professors.

Unlike his father however, who worked as a Board of Directors under MiliTech, Ardan had no desire to work in the military and instead perused scientific research like his mother, who was a doctor. To satisfy his very authoritarian father, Ardan applied to be an intern at MiliTech after receiving his Biomedical Engineering degree at UDC. While normally MiliTech internships were hard to come by, Ardan got promptly accepted and assigned under his father's good friend - Head of Biomedical Research - Dr. Arnold O'Connor, who quickly became fond of Ardan. Viewing Ardan as an apprentice and preferring him over his other interns and lower staff, he often invited him to his house, and allowed him to be involved in more advance research that his regular rank would entail.

While he was very professional working under Dr. O'Connor and was hired to become a full time staff member(some would say a little too early), Ardan's personal life was much more complicated. Even when he lived in his parents house and was still attending high school, he would have various sexual affairs, and the older he got, the more scandalous his relationships would become. By the time he was working at MiliTech it was not uncommon for Ardan to have sexual relationships with two or three women at the same time, as well as a few men a long the way. What was even weirder though, was that this wasn't seen as cheating by Ardan, as most of his partners knew who these other individuals were. Ardan never hesitated to break the facts to them, and even with this knowledge they stayed with him, and sometimes even got involved with one another.

The closest of these individuals to Ardan was Dr. Kristin Flarley, who was also more promiscuous than one would expect from such a figure. She was slightly older than Ardan but nevertheless they were seen by most as dating. Ardan did openly admit to her, that he loved her, beyond what he felt for others. They moved in with each other, and both worked under Dr. O'Conner for experimental Biomedical research, which for Militech was Biological Weapons and Counters for Biological Weapons.

He worked under O'Conner for an entire year, but was unfortunately assigned to overnight shift monitoring and observing an unusual specimen that O'Conner and his team was developing. It had a structure similar to a microorganism parasite except that it was artificially altered and was meant to increase vitality of living things. "Stem Cells without all the hassle" was Dr. O'Conner's words for them. The experiment was a mixture of several ideas, but not all of them were original. Ardan knew that several parts of data in the original planning was not the teams. Where it came from he was never sure, but it seemed to be just basic compounds and DNA configurations, nothing but marginal information when it came down to it.

The incident occurred at 3:43 AM, Ardan having to have worked an early morning shift and then a late night shift, accidentally fell asleep while at his station. MiliTech Security cameras were then breached, unannounced to security officials until after the fact, for the next twenty-five minutes. When recording returned, the entire floor seemed amiss, the computerized container that enclosed the experimental micro-organisms was removed from its safe position and its computer controls damaged. Ardan was found unconscious, with in the container's monitoring room, the reinforced glass container broken next to him. What exactly happened that night has never been confirmed, it is unsure if Ardan actually committed the act or if someone else, and if so, why?

When Ardan was eventually found, he was surrounded by men in full-on hazmat suits, the entire floor being quarantined. The organism inside had a very short life-span when it came into exposure of atmospheric oxygen, but Ardan was too close to the sample. Being rushed to the emergency room, the doctors managed to revive him from unconsciousness. However when Ardan awoke he knew not who he was. After analyzing his life-signs it became obvious to doctors that the experimental micro-organism was altering itself inside his body, but instead of doing the prescribed transformations, it was doing the opposite and harming Ardan's mind. As a result of its infestation of Ardan's neurons he began suffering from degrees of both Anterograde and Retrograde Amnesia making it difficult to nearly impossible for him to remember exact details about his autobiographical memories, his academic knowledge and worse his inability to learn new information with efficiently, and with each passing day these effects on his brains continue to worsen.

Pineapple · Oct 16, 2011

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NPC

- Henry Doyle

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Name: Henry Doyle

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: White American

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 115lbs

Main Arm: Right

Appearance: I quite enjoy the texture and feel of blood, my clothes typically are soaked with it.

Phobias: I’ve never found much enjoyment of confined spaces or being restricted. I do enjoy my freedom.

Former Career/Job: Surgeon

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: Half full

Humanity: The weak are there for us to study and experiment on. For Science!

Favourite Locations: I do love morgues. Many, many subjects are there for the testing and experimenting. Oh yes, they are all just in there, ready for the taking. It would be a shame to let them go to waste, wouldn't it?

Hated Locations: I do loathe the park. It’s so... peaceful and full of life.

Personal Goals: I shall cure many diseases and illnesses. If a few people need to die to make that happen, it’s just another casualty.

Ethical Code: Right and Wrong are just words we tack onto our opinions aren’t they? Some would say it is wrong for me to experiment and dissect others, however, the enjoyment I get from it and the many practical uses for it far out weigh any cons.

Best Personality Trait: I have been told I'm quite curious in nature and will see things through to the end, i do believe that is true, and I am sure those of you who met me could attest to that.

Worst Personality Trait: I have been told I’m revolting… I have no idea the truth behind such accusations, however I can neither confirm or deny them at this point in time.

Personality Traits: (What are some of the many characteristics your character has?)

Opinions on Relationships: I have no time for any form of camaraderie. However, it would be wise to keep potential subjects close, so as to get my turn on them first. And it never hurts to have an assistant help with operations.

Behaviours: I do find myself often playing with sharp objects near or around people, particularly if they are dead or dying.

Interests and Hobbies: I spend most of my time tinkering with various items and tools, such as nails, hammers, and limbs, among other things.

History:

Work In Progress

Silverwolf · Nov 6, 2011

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Deceased

- Sam Stonewall

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Name: Sam Stonewall

Age: 22 years

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Mutt

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 110lb

Main Arm: Left

Appearance: Brown hair, Freckles, Green eyes. Do you really need anymore?

Phobia: Imperfection, but I am told its called OCD.

Former Career/Job: Ex-Marine Sniper.

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: Why does the glass even have to be full just drink the water.

Humanity: The weak will not survive in this new world.

Favorite Locations: The forest.

Hated Locations: Public places

Personal Goals: Survive

Ethical Code: Beyond cannibalism and ethical code will get you killed out here

Best Personality Trait: Perseverance

Worst Personality Trait: "I do not know when to quit", is something my dad told me.

Personality Traits: I was told I am a cold person but the person who said that is dead now.

Opinions on Relationships: If they do not fall behind I do not mind them.

Behaviors: I clean my fathers rifle and other weapons.

Interests and Hobbies: I usually prepare my self for the next engagement. My interests are none of your business.

History: I do not like talking about the past much, but I was in the military. I had a family and a home but their gone now so it does not matter...

Xenthriss · Jan 7, 2012

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Deceased

- Sasha Voloshin

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Name: Sasha Voloshin

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Slavic (Russian)

Sexual Orientation: Asexual (Tech. Hetero)

Height: 205cm (Approx. 6' 8")

Weight: 120kg (Approx. 265lbs)

Main Arm: Left

Appearance: Towering at 205cm tall and weighing in at a hefty 120kg of muscle, Sasha is not exactly what one would call "subtle". His training with the Spetsnaz has left scars from burns and stab wounds across his toned body. His hair is blond, kept in the style of a flat top, while his eyes are gray... often to disturbing effect in less-than Hollywood lighting. His most notable body feature is likely the tattoo across his back depicting an assemblage of human skulls over the words "Ангел смерти".

Phobias:

Acrophobia - Crippling Fear "Heights, why is it always heights?"

Atychiphobia - Moderate Fear "Failure in this situation... likely death."

Aviophobia - Crippling Fear "You want me to get in that thing? You insane? Been in two crashes before, not going through third."

Spectrophobia - Moderate Fear "I am not spiritual, though I have seen things which I cannot... explain. I hope those I must... euthanize... will not return to haunt me."

Pediophobia - Dislike "Children? You mean greedy little shits that take everything and enjoy wanton destruction?"

Former Career: Russian Spetsnaz

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: "'Pessimist' is what Optimists call Realists."

Humanity: Summed up by the immortal quote "We do not have sufficient medical supplies for them, a bullet to the head is apt substitute for anesthetic."

Favorite Locations: Graveyards, Churches, and China Shops (But only if they're classy)

Hated Locations: Hospitals, Prisons, and Malls

Personal Goals: "Before this necrotic shit? I was supposed to be retiring, thought I had seen too many horrors of war... well... war is pretty compared to this. If we get out alive, will likely purchase plot of land and build bar. Free drinks for you."

Ethical Code: "I do not regret my decisions. In life and death there are no wrong choices for your own survival. Killing comes as naturally to me as breathing, and the taste of blood upon my lips has become to my liking. The only things I may regret are those who could not truly defend themselves from me and those who died pointlessly. If there are, as the religions say, heaven and hell then I will gladly enter the inferno. If I am to be damned for what I have done so be it, I have witnessed and done things no man should... I regret... all of it... perhaps the events here are penance for my malevolence. Regardless of repressed guilt or personal feelings, I am not a man to just lie down and die."

Best Personality Trait: The Captain is a man who will never backstab his allies... once they gain his trust. His military nature shines through with this, as enough time with him might put you on par with an adopted brother.

Worst Personality Trait: Sasha is notably bloodthirsty and, if the situation confirms his victory and ammunition permits, will likely take any chance to create large piles of corpses. Don't worry, he'll only kill you too if you piss him off.

Personality Traits: A stalwart (if bloodthirsty) companion, Sasha is not the easiest man to unnerve. Well... unless you count the heights and flying. If you're on his good side; he'll do everything he can to get you out of bad situations. His bad side, however... you don't want to be on his bad side. He's somewhat talkative, but keeps his mouth shut during combat.

Opinions on Relationships: "I have not seen my family since my enlisting, unneeded emotional baggage. Last time I was in a relationship... girl died... in her honor I do not carry relationship."

Behaviors: Sasha seems to constantly be sizing up other people to kill as well as fiddling with whatever weapon he may have. If he sees a dead body he will, now that he is in a land filled with zombies, instinctively attempt to decapitate it.

Interests and Hobbies: "You may think me stupid from my talking, but I am avid reader, and I had painting as hobby for longest time. Laugh now, but there is a third interest which comrades mocked me for; singing."

History: "Me? I'm afraid not very interesting. Don't remember childhood much, combined time and blows to head likely reason. Did not 'get along with' my family well, mother's birthday present for me on thirteenth birth year was to hang herself. Guess only pinata I ever saw. Father wanted rid of me, sent me to military academy. Biggest mistake of his life. Seeing as we are not exactly dealing law, I tell you what happen and what I get away with; I killed him. Never caught me, use same gun I have now. Eventually, join military... wanted to experience rush of adrenaline that comes from pulling trigger. In my time I kill fifty soldiers with hand to hand tactics, fifty more with standard rifle. Eventually ability to keep alive and combat ability reach Spetsnaz SOS officials, they send their men with me for many months for appraisal. I believe I get good word, because they offer me job and special training. Who am I to reject things? I take offer, make progress. Add seventy deaths to my hand in time, but I get old and tired. They allow me four months leave, see my degradation. I take trip here, Americans brag about New York all time. Well, plane crash and I get trapped here. Was on line with Russian Navy, trying to get ship to take me back home... that's when necrotics come into play. I rush to vessel through horde of my infected countrymen but bastards sink destroyer to prevent infection from reaching motherland. Figures. Damned good thing I at least take Mauser Pistol with me here. Have to rely on fists for most work, though."

Deus · Jan 7, 2012

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Inactive

- Sofia Nguyen

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Name: Sofia Nguyen

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Southern Vietnamese

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5’9

Weight: 112 Ibs

Main Arm: Right

Appearance: Her skin is of a fair tone, which surrounds gentle hazelnut eyes. Short chestnut tinted hair which stretches down to her neck, the end of each strand dyed a cheap dirty blonde, to finish it off a pony-tail holding up the end of her hair. She wears a white T-Shirt, scarred with stains of blood and dirt. A light, track jacket tied around her waist, the color of the jacket a soothing navy-blue while the cuffs are a bright vintage yellow. She wears a pair of gray baggy pants, with pockets adorning the majority of the surface. White ankle socks and blue sneakers envelop her small feet. She normally keeps a petite black satchel around her shoulder, which contains a sketchbook of hers. Since the “apocalypse” began, she often keeps a .44 Colt Anaconda Revolver under her shirt, normally leaving a bulge against her T-Shirt. Miscellaneously she has a pair of coarse black headphones wrapped around her neck, the wire leading to one of the pockets in her pants.

Phobia: Mild Nyctophobia

Former Career/Job: University Student

Optimistic vs. Pessimistic: OPTIMISM. YEAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Humanity: I’d die saving my friends and family. I don’t know if they’d do the same for me.

Favorite Locations: Anything with walls and a roof.

Hated Locations: Anything without walls and a roof.Personal Goals: To one day, visit Japan. (And to survive this apocalypse)

Ethical Code: Right and wrong are just words. Stealing is fine with me, as long as no harm is done to anyone. The same would apply with killing, obviously it harms someone, but if to save someone else, it’s a good risk I’m willing to take.

Best Personality Trait: Cheerful and obedient as her friends describ(ed). (THEY’RE ALL DEAD)

Worst Personality Trait: She holds too much guilt for whatever she has done wrong, to the point which impairs her abilities.

Personality Traits: A trustworthy person, while also being cheerful and obedient. The majority of time she’s shy and rarely speaks, but if you do drag into a worthwhile conversation, she can talk for hours on end. As described before, she feels extremely guilty for things that she’s done wrong and often impairs herself by doing so.

Opinions on Relationships: She is quite neutral about relationships, as she’s never actually been in one. Family and friends matter a lot to her, considering that she lost all of them since the “apocalypse” began.

Behaviors: She loves to listen to music and often keeps her headphones on when she doesn’t perceive danger, one day it’s going to get her fatally injured. Occasionally, she cuts herself at the feeling of guilt.

Interests and Hobbies: She loves sketching, often keeping a satchel with her containing a sketchbook. Listening to music is also a favored habit of Sofia, more so Japanese music.

History: I can’t remember much of myself when I was a kid. But I sure can remember my mid-school and high-school years; best and worst parts of my life I guess. It was when I was twelve did I start to delve a bit into art. By thirteen I was sketching, specifically anime characters. Four-teen was when I asked my parents to loan me money for some art classes, they denied me at first, but they later approved when they saw my potential in art. Sixteen I was all-out painting and sketching. My whole room was plastered with works of mine, from pencil-drawn, cute anime girls to full color landscapes. We lived in a pretty crappy neighborhood, drug dealers here and there, another dead guy in an alley; naturally my father bought a gun. Not like a rifle or anything, just a simple .44 Colt Anaconda. Three years later I was here. I come home one day, the news going on about, lock your doors and windows, stay out of sight until further notice and the usual thing you would expect in a zombie movie. Naturally, I followed what they said, locked the doors closed the shutters, and stayed upstairs sketching again. It was later that night that the phone rang. I naturally picked it up and I heard a frightened voice on the other end. It was my mother, she told me to get some place safe, home. Take the gun dad left on the table. She was breathing heavily, as if she was hurt. She told me she loved me before the tone went dead. And here I am stuck in my home, me isolated upstairs, some food to last me a few days and the staircase barricaded with whatever furniture I could move. I hope my mom and dad get home soon.

Miz · Mar 31, 2012

Considering updating the character sheet. Speaking its for making characters in Version 2.0 not 4.0...

[Extinction] Hi, my name is... and I'm a survivor. [Character Index]

Pineapple

The Rotten Fruit

ElderKingpin

BLACKJACK!

Monsterous

The Tea-Hating Brit.

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Lord of Chaos

Elder Member

Miz

Level 20 Mizard

Pineapple

The Rotten Fruit

Silverwolf

Dr. William Banes

Xenthriss

Senior Member

Deus

New Member

Miz

Level 20 Mizard

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