Realistic or Modern The Decay

[Lithium]

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(Fill this out and place it in the OOC chat, ill accept it there, then you post it here)​

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Age:


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Location(Could be on the map, or even another state):


Bio (Who you are/personality, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc):


Background (Your past and How you got here, etc):


Weapon(s):


Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc):


Other(Anything relevant you want to add):

 

[Lithium]

Name: Jack Marsh


Age: 31


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Location: On the outskirts of Montclair(On map).


Bio: The usual peacekeeper, Jack tends to avoid toxic confrontation, with the dead and the living. He often tries to understand people and help keep them safe. When tasked with difficult decisions he tries to keep a level head, though he may make rash decisions.


Background: A former Officer for the MNPD(Nashville police department), Jacks department was tasked with keeping a group of civilians safe while awaiting help from the military. When the help never came, the group eventually got overun by the dead and Jack watched as the people he swore to protect were taken away from him, even some of his fellow officers. When his friend Robert Kirkman sacrificed his life to save him, Jack was given the opportunity to survive and learned to truly value the life around him. Since then Jack has been on the road, searching for his brother and fiance, and for other survivors, eventually making his way through to virginia.


Weapon(s):Glock, Police baton.


Skills: Minor Medical skills, Minor gunsmithing(fixing guns), Some Hand to hand combat training, and weapons training with firearms.


Other: He's currently wearing a standard police uniform with a leather coat over it.

 

[Space Race]

Name: Roy


Age: 29


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Location: Prince William Forest Park


Bio (Who you are, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc): He tries to keep in the shadows, and slay zombies quietly. He normally hides in trees while he awaits the sunrise. He doesn't mingle well with others, and normally keeps to himself. He has an abnormally large sweet tooth.


Background (Your past, How you got here, etc): He was in Florida when the virus hit. At first, when the panic began, he was asked to join a few groups of survivors, but turned them down. He spent the last 2 months traveling north. His car broke down in the process, and now he travels on foot.


Weapon(s): Large Crescent Wrench

Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc): Tree climbing, Stealth movement


Other: He wears a paper-mache mask to hide his identity. Normally nobody would know who he is, but he has his reasons. He also wears thin black gloves.

 

[Dogehawk]

Name: Samantha Erikson


Age: 26


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Bio: originally a girl from a well-off family in south bridge, moved to Dumfries four weeks ago In order to take up an assistant clerical role in the medical practice there. She has little to no ties to her family since her fallout with them 2 years ago (save for Her sister who died of lymphoblastic metastatic cancer). Samantha is a graduated Med student. She enjoys reading books and Mac n cheese.


Quite guarded and tense,


She tends to be a little insecure of herself but is intelligent and Works well with people. When she believes in something, she firmly stands up and fights for it. She used to travel by public transport, but since the epidemic has learned to drive Avril's old Toyota Corolla. It's beat up, but it works well enough to drive past "ghouls" with ease.


Samantha is currently independent for now. She had last joined an older haitian couple but both had died in an ambush. Only Samantha escaped. Presently She is on her way back to South Bridge due to its facilities and familiarties. It was a pretty secure place the last time she checked, wasn't it? She also hopes to find Trevor, a past friend.


Weapon: A driver golf club from her father's old set.


Skills: Sufficient medical skills, thorough knowledge of treatment and first aid. Quick on her feet, can think fast. Knowledge of firearms as well as Bomb defusal (but has never applied - only read).


Other:


Ties her hair underneath a cap. Wears a thick blue hoodie and denim jeans. Leather boots.

 

[Tiny Dancer]

Name: Rufus Tucker


Age: 59


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Location: Prince William Forest Park.


Bio : A rough and tumble kind of bloke, one that you most certainly don't ever want to cross. Formerly a US Marine, with over thirty five years of active service, he has since retired and has been living off the land in a kitted out RV. Rufus has done more tours in countries that the US would rather not have the general population know about, he is something of a maverick. Respected by his brothers at arms, but one that was not afraid, to tell the top brass where to shove it. His survival skills out in the open are second to none. A tracker as well as a skilled hunter, he has been able to adapt to civilian life, so long as it was as far away from the cities and towns. On board his RV, he has enough weapons and arsenal to arm a small army. It's no secret that a few government agencies have him down on their lists, as a man that though loyal to his country, his mental stability was questioned towards the end of his term of service. Seeing one too many horrors, does that to a man.


Background: Once a family man, his many tours caused him to become emotionally detached from his family, and thus he now walks this earth alone. He is loyal only to those he serves with. His motto - Win...or die.


Weapon(s): An automatic rifle, machete, a couple of home made grenades, and twin daggers he keeps in his boots. Along with a bull whip, from a stint down under.


Skills: Extraordinary rifleman, tracker, and survivalist.


Other: Rufus can be considered a joker...but you have to wonder if the joke is on you.


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[Dogehawk]

Name: Nathan Syks


Age: 29


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Residence: currently explores the outskirts of Prince William Forest Park.


bio: A schizophrenic, discharged from Montclair St.Josephine's rehabilitation centre. His family abandoned him as he traversed the opposite direction due to his hallucinatory conditions. They felt he was a baggage they could not keep. He still harbours resentment. Thankfully however, he carries some matches, basic meds, and a backpack containing enough food to last him two weeks. Maybe three if he's careful. He spends his days playing card games with his brother Zero!Mannakin and the woman from downstairs who followed him from Seattle. Sometimes Anabella appears to play pattycake but he feels like he hardly has time to play games anymore, especially in the woods where the voices grow incredibly loud.


A life of being outcasted has left him slightly socially autistic. he can be kind of somebody let him be so. He is sensitive and very intuitive/reactive to change.


Likes: New Order, The Beatles, Enya.


-Exercising: it keeps him fit and distracts him from himself. It was the best thing Nurse Cassidy suggested, (After Haldol injections, of course).


-Sketching


-Alice in wonderland.


Dislikes: feeling under pressure, too many people in a small room, and Calhoun when he returns every Sunday.


Weapons: two steel crowbars


Skills: survival = little to none. Hand to hand combat is strong. Very athletic and has high endurance.


Other: tends not to be fazed by the walkers - which he considers a positive trait.

 

[Skink]

Name: Callie Hall


Age: 13


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Location(Could be on the map, or even another state): Prince William Forest Park


Bio (Who you are/personality, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc): Dependent on others. Scared a lot. Trusts too easily. Likes to climb up trees and stay off the ground in case of zombies. Avoids eating, has trouble forcing herself to eat. Likes to talk (even to herself).


Background (Your past and How you got here, etc): She used to travel with a group. A group full of close and familiar faces, neighbours and family. However, after straying to close to the city, they were attacked. She ran towards the forest park with only her backpack. Which only contains a week's worth of food (or longer since she doesn't eat much).


Weapon(s): Small pocket knife given to her by a member of the group.


Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc): Fast runner/climber.


Other(Anything relevant you want to add): She wears a thick long scarf which she sometimes uses to tie herself against trees when she sleeps so she doesn't fall.

 

[HamSammich]

Name- Carver Romero

Age- 23

Location(Could be on the map, or even another state): Gas station in Quantico, accompanied by Avalon.

Bio (Who you are/personality, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc): Carver has been know to fight. Easily agitated, he has a hard time staying patient with anyone. He was kicked out of his parents house at 15 because of his fighting in school and lived with his girlfriend at the time before enlisting. He's a very sarcastic man, known to make jokes that offend people, but doesn't realize until later. Mostly he keeps to himself, with the exception of a few pals, and tries harder now to stay out of trouble. With his 5 year background in the army, Carver is in excellent shape. He keeps up with his exercises even in this state of emergency, and eats basically whatever he wants with no consequences. Before the outbreak, he had been a Sergeant, leading his group of cadets to the military base in the hops of deploying out. A week before their scheduled leaving date, the virus out break occurred. He enjoys reading, listening to classic rock, drawing, and laughing. Dislikes most other males. He doesn't trust easily and tries to control situations.

Background (Your past and How you got here, etc): Carver is from a small town on the boot of Florida, raised as an only child until he was 14 and his little sister came as a great surprise. With his trouble in school, the Army was the only solution. He could start over, become a different person. A stronger person. He quickly rose through the ranks, found himself growing fond of the military lifestyle and decided to make it his career. After the outbreak, the world was in chaos. Everyone getting sick, everyone dying, and everyone rising again. He was trapped in a base with over 2,000 military personnel, and hundreds of people rising up around them like the living dead. Carver was terrified, but tried his hardest to get people out as fast as he could. Only being able to grab two guns and a couple boxes of ammo, he knew he wasn't prepared, but had no other choice but to flee himself. He fought his way to the outskirts of Quantico base with two of his cadets, and holed out in an abandoned gas station on the south of town. A few weeks go by, both of his cadets fall ill and he was forced to take care of them. Then the incredible happened. He happened to be scouting around his station when he saw her, the short brunette girl walking down the street. Dressed in khaki pants and a Nirvana t shirt, she looked like she could be taking a casual stroll, instead of the whole world around them being a big pile of shit. He watched for a few minutes, followed her in her travels, before introducing himself. Her name was Avalon, and she was lost. She was weak, never having even shot a gun before, let alone kill someone, something.He took her in, let her stay with him, which was not easy with his mistrust in people. Its only been a few days since they met.

Weapon(s): A .22 Pistol and a military grade Assault Rifle. (Excuse my lack of military knowledge )

Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc): Not trained in anything medical, only standard military training and experience of 5 years.​

 

[HamSammich]

Name- Avalon Jameson


Age- 17


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Location(Could be on the map, or even another state): Gas station in Quantico, accompanied by Carver


Bio (Who you are/personality, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc): Avalon is a quiet girl, not known to have many friends before the outbreak. Book smart and street stupid, she hasn't experienced much in the outside world. Her father was a dentist and her mother stayed home to care for her and her 3 younger brothers, but she was just about to leave for college when the world turned upside down. She doesn't really understand people her age and finds herself to be more mature than what her age portrays. She enjoys reading, listening to music (no particular genre), playing the piano and jogging. She dislikes seafood, the cold weather, ignorant people and cats.


Background (Your past and How you got here, etc): Sitting at the airport, waiting for her flight to Connecticut, she heard the news. How close she was to getting to UCONN and starting her life! Over the loud speaker, they announced that all flights have been cancelled due to a violent virus, and that everyone should exit the building and get to safe zone beyond the fences. She tried calling her parents, several hundred times, with no response, so she decided to walk the 8 miles to get home. It wasn't too cold yet in the September beginning, so she did. No one was out, she hadn't seen a single soul on her entire walk, besides a few cars racing to get as far from there as possible. After hours of walking, she was exhausted when she reached her home, only to find that her family had fled, left to god knows where and she had no way to find out. She stayed at her home for weeks, only leaving to "borrow" more food from the neighbors. She had seen the few people walking around like zombies, but never approached one, never even got close. After she had used what she could of the houses around her, her only idea was to travel further, just keep walking until A) she either died B) got eaten by those weird half living things or C) found her family. She had been extremely lucky in her travels, getting attacked once and was able to out run the walker and hole out in a mini mart.


After days of walking, she was just about to give up. There was no hope, she figured. Avalon's family was dead, or gone, but with everything collapsed, there was nothing to do. She had found a little pistol on a dead body on the side of the road, and she was going to use it later that night on herself, to end her seemingly meaningless existence in this new world, but then he found her. Seeing Carver had been like seeing an angel. She was lost, cold and scared and all at once that vanished. He helped her back to the gas station, her legs barely able to hold her up anymore, but she thought she was pretty good at hiding it. In the few days that they have been together, shes grown extremely fond of the strict but humorous man.


Weapon(s): a small .9 pistol and the clip inside it.


Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc): Her summer job for 3 years was life guarding at a swimming pool, so a very small amount of medical. She also has read a lot of medical journals, some books on nature and poisonous plants and such.

 

[Sunzu]

Name: Alexander Wilhelm


Age: 30


Picture (realism): (Still Trying to Find One)


Location(Could be on the map, or even another state): Outside of the Military Base, near a gas station.


Bio (Who you are/personality, Likes or dislikes, Any physical disorders, etc): Alexander Wilhelm is very social at times, but prefers to be a loner.


Background (Your past and How you got here, etc): Alexander lived in the zombie infested city before it was zombie infested. He enjoyed his work at a weapons manufacturer. Whenever the zombies arrived, everything changed, he grabbed his baseball bat and began trying to bash zombie's heads in.


Weapon(s): Reinforced Baseball Bat (You know, to smash off heads with.)


Skills (Medical skills, Blade skills, etc): Good at bashing heads in, good doctor.


Other: Wearing scarf, black shirt, white jacket, black pants, and beanie.

 

[Anaxial]

Name: Soren Mercer


Age: 29


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Location: Joplin Road, a camp has been made in the center of a large Car pileup


Bio: Calm and collected, Soren is a man who recognizes that adversity and existence are one in the same. He isn't a friendly person to strangers, but appreciates selflessness despite his own actions.


Background: Working as a mechanic in Southbridge, Soren was an active bow hunter and when things began to go badly he packed a bug out bag and headed for the road. Along the way, he picked up several good friends of his for the intent of surviving outside the city. Two months later, only Soren, Émeline, and 'Sledge' remain. They eventually found that leaving the city entirely was a bad idea and so make use of a car pileup as a small fortress while making runs into the city.


Weapon(s):

Composite Bow-

A sturdy bow despite it's appearance, Soren is a fairly good shot with the weapon and has several homemade arrows as well as quality manufactured arrows.



x6 Homemade wooden arrows




x2 Steel tipped arrows






Bowie Knife-

Serving as both a tool and a weapon, this large knife has saved him more times than he can count. He certainly isn't trained in knife fighting but... A knife is better than nothing at all.

Skills:

Mechanic-

Soren is a talented mechanic and maintains several vehicles for group usage.



Bow Hunter-

A avid bow hunter, Soren is more skilled than most but still... Hitting an large animal versus hitting a human head is very different.

Other: Despite Soren appreciating selflessness, he himself along with his two remaining companions are active raiders and rob most people they meet along the road.


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Name: Brian 'Sledge' Hunt


Age: 32


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Location: Joplin Road, a camp has been made in the center of a large Car pileup


Bio: Fire and Ice, this is the best way to describe Brian 'Sledge' Hunt. When in camp or with his friends, he is a friendly, joyful man however, when they set out on the road... Brian is a sadistic murderer who vents his rage at the apocalypse by swinging his sledge hammer with reckless abandon. Most times, when Brian starts swinging; he doesn't stop until everything around him is dead or he collapses from exhaustion.


Background: A construction worker from DC, Sledge had only been living in Montclair for a few days before things really hit the fan. When the TV's stopped broadcasting and the lights when out, Brian abandoned the city and returned to DC only to find his wife and child long dead in their home. Having nothing left, Brian took up a Sledge hammer and left a trail of corpses as he made his way back to Montclair. He found Soren and his group three weeks ago and has been a valuable asset since.


Weapon(s):

Sledgehammer-

A massive, heavy, steel hammer that can collapse skulls and crush bones through armor. While it isn't the fastest weapon, you can bet your bottom dollar that

if

he hits you... That's it.



Spiked Wrist-

Old hockey pads with some nails driven through them. Brian wears them on his left arm and can make from a devastating smack attack.

Skills:

Construction Worker-

Though he was a swarthy workman, Brian is also surprising intelligent and remembers many diagrams and blueprints for basic structures. Brian has contributed these skills by helping reinforce the car pileup fortress with wooden walls, walkways, and work has begun on a pulley gate.

Other:

Strength-

Brian is UNUSUALLY strong, he is easily stronger than any person they've encountered so far and is capable of swinging the Sledgehammer with a single arm.



Troika-

One of the vehicles rebuilt by Soren, this three wheeled motorcycle comes equipped with a side car to allow for a passenger.

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Name: Émeline Lafitte


Age: 21


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Location:Joplin Road, a camp has been made in the center of a large Car pileup


Bio: The youngest and now only female in Soren's group. She is kind, caring, and unfortunately the most frightened of the group. She is quick however and skilled with a pistol making her an excellent scavenger.


Background: She was a receptionist at the local clinic and was caught quite unprepared for the apocalypse. Her only saving grace being a small amount of firearms training she received by her father. On her way out of the city, she met up with Soren and several others and joined the group. She has been surviving and improving upon herself ever since.


Weapon(s):

9mm Makarov-

A small pistol, not all that intimidating but a pistol is still a pistol.



x1 full magazine (12 shots)




x1 half magazine



Skills:

Pistol Marksmen-

Her skill with pistols has only improved since the apocalypse, ammo is as always... in rare supply.

Other:

 

[Google Arcaso]

Name: John Carlo


Age: 17


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Location: Dumfries, near Quantico Creek


Bio: John is a diligent person, always checking if he has made a mistake. He does his jobs swiftly and silently, he does not get distracted easily from his set goal. He is surprisingly honest, considering his background. He is not very educated, but he could speak proper English. When he first meets you, he will just keep silent, he is shy. But the more you are together with him, he will start warming up on you, and start talking to you. He is very loyal to those who are close to him and tells them all his problems. He is no stranger to violence and he will use anything necessary to complete his job. John was a criminal before everything happened. But he didn't do it for personal gain, he did it to help his family survive in the cold, hard reality.


Background: The day on the outbreak, John was planning on stealing the bank. He was just outside the bank, blending in with the people around him, waiting for the opportunity to strike. He was hiding a desert eagle in his suit, he was about to take it out, put on his mask, shoot the guard in the head, and rush inside the bank. He never killed before, but there is always a first time for everything.


Just when he was about to do it, he heard a scream, following a thud, behind him. He turned around to see people running everywhere, with one woman laying on top of a body of a man. If a person would have walked into the scene, he would not have known what the body was, it was pink, it was disgusting, and it was covered in blood. The woman, a.k.a the thing, stood up covered in the man's blood, it looked at John, it's next meal, directly in the eyes, the criminal froze, he saw the thing's cold, dead eyes. He was scared for his life. Just when the woman was about to tackle John to the ground, the guard he saw earlier, started shooting the woman. But it wouldn't die, it just kept standing back up every time it was shot down, and every time it got angrier. When the guard ran out of bullets, the woman charged at the guard and ate him to shreds. John took out his Desert Eagle, he only had one mag, which had one bullet left, he shot the woman dead in the head and it died.


It was no time to celebrate, he could hear the sirens of the police, and he did not want to be blamed for the three deaths of the people around him. So he decided to do what a regualar person would have done and made a bolt for it. He ran to the nearest house that had an open door and stayed there. After awhile, he looked outside the window, to see if things have calmed down, it didn't. In fact, it got much worse. More of the cannibals, as John decided to call them, started appearing and eating anyone who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.


He called his family, time and time again, but nobody would answer. He just hoped that they were safe and away from the cannibals. He waited until night, to go out of the house, so he would not be seen. When it was just dark out, he went outside and stealthily went back to his apartment, it would take about an hour or so, before he reached his apartment. On his way there, he did not meet anyone. It was so silent, it felt unreal. When he reached his house, there was nobody in it. It was empty, literally empty, it looked like someone raided the place. He stayed for 2 months leaving off of the food around his neighborhood. He also kept a large kitchen knife to keep with him, just in case he met one of the cannibals. He wears a mask so no one will know his identity and start shooting and blaming him for the deaths of the innocents on the day of the bank.


Weapon(s): Desert Eagle(EMPTY), a Kitchen Knife.


Skills: He is very accurate with a gun, he is quick and stealthy.