Blix
Hit Me!
Before I start the plot, I have to lay a few rules down.
-Please, don't make more than 3 characters for two reasons. First, that's a lot of hordes for you and us, and two, one will end up not played for a while. If you want to make another character, kill one of yours and make another one after that.
- For each character you control, you will control a zombie horde.
- If you get tired of this rp and don't feel like continuing, or think that you won't be able to get on for months, then let me know or let your characters die.
- Don't act like you have unlimited ammo. Ammunition should be hard to come by, and specify the ammo. Don't use 32mm for a shotgun.
- No one liners! That's probably one of the most annoying things you could do besides godmod. Try to keep the story moving and interesting. Try to include both your character and the horde with most of your posts.
It started out with a simple cancer cure. Everything worked. The company became rich for their amazing creation. It saved millions, curing all types of cancer, even preventing it. Vaccines were passed around everywhere, thousands around the world lining up to get a shot so they would never have to deal with the disease of any type of cancer. Everyone asked what the creators used, but even they weren't quite sure. They were in Europe and tried many different plants to see their effects, and lost count of which was which.
It had been about two months since the first vaccine went wrong. Their skin seemed like it was rotting, they couldn't seem to talk the same. A doctor went in to check on them and grunting, the patient jumped to her feet and attacked him, biting and scratching. The man had been killed and the patient began eating his arm. After she'd eaten about a third of his left arm she stopped as if she'd had her fill. Doctors began scanning her inside and results showed that certain parts of her brain had been destroyed and replaced by a different hunger. They weren't sure what it was but it did cause the patient to become something similar to a cannibal. While they were studying the patient, the deceased doctor rose up and began attacking the other doctors. One escaped, while the other was ripped to shreds by the two cannibals. The doctor who escaped did many different scans and found that the vaccine had become part of their DNA. It was under their fingernails, in their blood, even in their saliva. And when they attacked, it became part of the victims DNA. From there it spread inside their body until it took over their brain and made it function again. It also restarted the victim's heart, as it was in their bloodstream causing some sort of reaction. The doctor realized their mistake...they had caused the apocalypse of their world.
Years later, we survivors are stuck in this metropolis. Nowhere is safe. We're just fighting to survive without a plan. They might be able to come up with a cure to the disease, but they would need to know the plant used. They could kill every last infected person on the planet, but we all knew that wouldn't work. The hopeless died quickly. The survivors, the ones who fight everyday for their lives, they are the ones who will find a way out.
Okay, so with the amount of people we have, lets use a popular city which we can all look up to see actual streets to be on and actual places to hold out. Lets say Manhattan. If you have a different preference, let me know. Here's a picture just in case.
Survival CS
Name:
Age:
Weapon of choice:
Profession:
Items:
Appearance: (no picture needed, but you can use once. a few sentences at least of description)
History: (only from the zombie apocalypse, no life story needed)
Not worried about your personality, just rp it out.
Horde CS
Name: (of the horde leader. slightly more intelligent or stronger or superior in some way to basic zombies)
Age: (since deceased)
Attracted to: (as to have many different zombie types)
Horde size: (from 5 to 500. the more you control, the more difficult)
Area: (Just put street name. It will change everytime you post, you move your horde. Don't worry about actual buildings except for the empire state building. Just make them up as you move)
My character-
Name: Blix Jointer
Age:22
Weapon of choice: Hooked Swords (blades don't run out of bullets)
Profession: Mechanic
Items: two machetes, butterfly knife, hooked swords
Appearance: Blix is about 6 feet tall, lean, and stout. He wears dark, slim, dirty jeans, and a tight black shirt with a grimy hat from work. It reminded him from his life before the apocalypse. He has medium length sandy brown hair, which is very thin and straight. His bangs come a little below his eyebrows, and down to his jaw line on the sides. He has forest green eyes and a square jaw.
History: Blix was leading a normal life before the vaccines were passed out. He was fairly poor, and lived alone, so he didn't have enough money to get the vaccine and saw no reason for him to. One day while working on a car, his coworker came out of the office, moaning incomprehensible words, walking almost like a baby with very jerky motions. Blix tried to communicate with him, but nothing worked and with a screech the man dashed at him. With a swift motion, he pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and slashed his neck. He fell back, and little blood came as he stood back up. Blix tackled him down and began stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, but he wouldn't die. He drove the knife into the mans skull as deep as he could, and the man went still. Blix looked around seeing that many people were becoming this creature. Screams filled the air as he got in his car and drove home. He grabbed a few blades that he enjoyed practicing with and went outside to see infected victims swarming his car. He ran as fast as he could away and towards the bridge to escape Manhattan to find hundreds of infected and cars lined up at a dead stop. He was trapped and had been on the run since then.
Name: Falheirk (aka grunt grunt)
Age: 12
Attracted to: sound
Horde size: 250
Area: E 76th, Yorkville
-Please, don't make more than 3 characters for two reasons. First, that's a lot of hordes for you and us, and two, one will end up not played for a while. If you want to make another character, kill one of yours and make another one after that.
- For each character you control, you will control a zombie horde.
- If you get tired of this rp and don't feel like continuing, or think that you won't be able to get on for months, then let me know or let your characters die.
- Don't act like you have unlimited ammo. Ammunition should be hard to come by, and specify the ammo. Don't use 32mm for a shotgun.
- No one liners! That's probably one of the most annoying things you could do besides godmod. Try to keep the story moving and interesting. Try to include both your character and the horde with most of your posts.
It started out with a simple cancer cure. Everything worked. The company became rich for their amazing creation. It saved millions, curing all types of cancer, even preventing it. Vaccines were passed around everywhere, thousands around the world lining up to get a shot so they would never have to deal with the disease of any type of cancer. Everyone asked what the creators used, but even they weren't quite sure. They were in Europe and tried many different plants to see their effects, and lost count of which was which.
It had been about two months since the first vaccine went wrong. Their skin seemed like it was rotting, they couldn't seem to talk the same. A doctor went in to check on them and grunting, the patient jumped to her feet and attacked him, biting and scratching. The man had been killed and the patient began eating his arm. After she'd eaten about a third of his left arm she stopped as if she'd had her fill. Doctors began scanning her inside and results showed that certain parts of her brain had been destroyed and replaced by a different hunger. They weren't sure what it was but it did cause the patient to become something similar to a cannibal. While they were studying the patient, the deceased doctor rose up and began attacking the other doctors. One escaped, while the other was ripped to shreds by the two cannibals. The doctor who escaped did many different scans and found that the vaccine had become part of their DNA. It was under their fingernails, in their blood, even in their saliva. And when they attacked, it became part of the victims DNA. From there it spread inside their body until it took over their brain and made it function again. It also restarted the victim's heart, as it was in their bloodstream causing some sort of reaction. The doctor realized their mistake...they had caused the apocalypse of their world.
Years later, we survivors are stuck in this metropolis. Nowhere is safe. We're just fighting to survive without a plan. They might be able to come up with a cure to the disease, but they would need to know the plant used. They could kill every last infected person on the planet, but we all knew that wouldn't work. The hopeless died quickly. The survivors, the ones who fight everyday for their lives, they are the ones who will find a way out.
Okay, so with the amount of people we have, lets use a popular city which we can all look up to see actual streets to be on and actual places to hold out. Lets say Manhattan. If you have a different preference, let me know. Here's a picture just in case.
Survival CS
Name:
Age:
Weapon of choice:
Profession:
Items:
Appearance: (no picture needed, but you can use once. a few sentences at least of description)
History: (only from the zombie apocalypse, no life story needed)
Not worried about your personality, just rp it out.
Horde CS
Name: (of the horde leader. slightly more intelligent or stronger or superior in some way to basic zombies)
Age: (since deceased)
Attracted to: (as to have many different zombie types)
Horde size: (from 5 to 500. the more you control, the more difficult)
Area: (Just put street name. It will change everytime you post, you move your horde. Don't worry about actual buildings except for the empire state building. Just make them up as you move)
My character-
Name: Blix Jointer
Age:22
Weapon of choice: Hooked Swords (blades don't run out of bullets)
Profession: Mechanic
Items: two machetes, butterfly knife, hooked swords
Appearance: Blix is about 6 feet tall, lean, and stout. He wears dark, slim, dirty jeans, and a tight black shirt with a grimy hat from work. It reminded him from his life before the apocalypse. He has medium length sandy brown hair, which is very thin and straight. His bangs come a little below his eyebrows, and down to his jaw line on the sides. He has forest green eyes and a square jaw.
History: Blix was leading a normal life before the vaccines were passed out. He was fairly poor, and lived alone, so he didn't have enough money to get the vaccine and saw no reason for him to. One day while working on a car, his coworker came out of the office, moaning incomprehensible words, walking almost like a baby with very jerky motions. Blix tried to communicate with him, but nothing worked and with a screech the man dashed at him. With a swift motion, he pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and slashed his neck. He fell back, and little blood came as he stood back up. Blix tackled him down and began stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, but he wouldn't die. He drove the knife into the mans skull as deep as he could, and the man went still. Blix looked around seeing that many people were becoming this creature. Screams filled the air as he got in his car and drove home. He grabbed a few blades that he enjoyed practicing with and went outside to see infected victims swarming his car. He ran as fast as he could away and towards the bridge to escape Manhattan to find hundreds of infected and cars lined up at a dead stop. He was trapped and had been on the run since then.
Name: Falheirk (aka grunt grunt)
Age: 12
Attracted to: sound
Horde size: 250
Area: E 76th, Yorkville
