Convalescence - A New World

[DeepestApology]

@DeepestApology I said I couldn't think of anything for perception or intelligence.

@MatthiasAngel

Uh, sorry, I read it too quickly ^^'

[Vermillion]

@Section

PM me with your thoughts please, I would like to help. :)

[Always]

@Vermillion I'm interested!

[CourierSix]

So, I have an idea for a to-be antagonistic character who essentially becomes the leader of a decently-sized settlement. That's all I have set in stone. I may have him become power hungry and set out on an imperialistic conquest of the desolate world, or have him see it as his duty to rebuild society by any means necessary. Possibly even just make him an absolute jerk who wants nothing more than to scare people into doing what he wants, I dunno. Some outside opinions, suggestions, and etcetera would be welcomed with open arms, though.

[Jeep Wrangler]

@VermillionI might be tempted into making a second Side antagonist to go against mine and other's Morales. I can't think of more at the moment because it's 1:05am and I just came back from a Muse Concert...

[MatthiasAngel]

I'm going to set up two people. I'll only RP one of them for now.
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Name: Amethyst "Amie" Jane

Amie held a 4.0 GPA through all four years of high school. Developing a deep interest in modern medicine, she transferred to med school immediately afterwards, paid in full by a scholarship. Over the summer she took a three-month EMT course and worked in a hospital at an intern, filing paperwork and adjusting to the atmosphere. Two weeks before she moved into new dormitory, rumors spread of some kind of disease that had started up. Before she knew it, hospital everywhere were flooded with patients. Whatever it was, it traveled fast and killed faster. Amie found herself working full-time at the hospital, now dealing with corpses instead of files. It was far more macabre than she was prepared for. More than anyone was prepared for.

It was inevitable, really. The doctors who weren't infected were unable to keep up with the sick people. Panic lead to fear, which soon lead to violence against the doctors and staff who weren't able to cure the disease. Supplies were depleted, staff were exhausted, and Amie, along with everyone else, was excused from duty in the interest of her personal safety and her inability to help. Amie returned to the local rescue squad, only to find it destroyed. Protesters, insane with fear, had firebombed it. One of them spotted her, still wearing her white jacket with her temporary ID badge tagged to the front, and threw a brick at her, missing her head by inches. Amie had gone from a promising medical student to an outcast, hated for her inability to fix everything magically and instantly.

Amie ditched the jacket and headed for home, the last safe place she knew of. She arrived to find the door locked and her parents gone. A letter taped to the front door, written in her mother's flowing cursive, filled her in: the hospital staff informed them that Amie was deceased, claimed by the disease she had worked to cure, and under threat of escalating violence, they had been evacuated with everyone else. If it wasn't true, they told her to come to the nearest safe haven. The house key was taped to the back of it, so she let herself in, grabbing a handful of supplies and stuffing them into her school backpack. To her further dismay, Amie found the haven in ruins. Several days of searching turned up only a handful of shell-shocked citizens, who let her know that anarchy had fallen on the States. Nowhere was safe anymore. Distraught and exhausted, Amie collapsed.

She spent years in the remains of the haven, helping people who for were actually grateful for medical assistance. They formed a small community, her and about eighteen other people. Over time, the numbers dwindled as others decided to try to go back home, at least to see if it was still there. None of them ever returned. Did they make it back, or...? She tried not to think about it.

Gender: F

Age: 34

Personality: Optimistic Realist. Amie's well aware of how bleak things are, but she manages to maintain a good view of things. Being miserable and depressed won't get her anywhere, no matter how bad it gets, so she tries to keep her head up and smile if she can. Amie is bright and intelligent, and has a good bit of practical know-how besides her training in medicine. She learns easily and adjusts to circumstances if possible. Her faults come in strength and defense. Amie is not very strong, and she's pacifistic to a fault. She refuses to carry a lethal weapon and sides on using her brains to get out of things. Amie is also too quick to trust, and can make the mistake of assuming others are as cooperative as she is.

Description: Caucasian. Medium height and build (over a decade of travelling has given her a decent amount of muscle). Straight, dirty blonde hair that travels a little past her neckline. Bright blue eyes. Wears a faded army jacket, a black t-shirt, blue jeans, grey sneakers and a pair of gloves that she cut the fingers off of. She has a ball chain necklace with a single dog tag stamped "AMIE" and two small holes in each ear where they used to be pierced (she removed them years long ago).

Here's a rough digital sketch:


Possessions:
- Faded camouflage army jacket
- Black t-shirt
- Blue jeans
- Sneakers
- Black fingerless gloves
- Cheap pair of blue-tinted polarized sunglasses in a zippered soft case
- Cheap metal wristwatch that doesn't work anymore and is frozen at 10:00 PM
- Small pocket Bible with Psalms, Proverbs, and the New Testament
- [TBD]

Equipment:
- Mercury Crimson High Sierra XBT TSA backpack
- Steel-rimmed reading glasses in a hard case
- Small medical kit in a green cross-shoulder satchel with a red cross stamped on it
- Food: Two granola bars, one bag of beef jerky, two bottles of water, one steel thermos containing coffee (for emergencies, according to her)
- Collapsible baton for non-lethal defense.
- Leather Wingman Multi Tool: 420HC Combo Knife, Bottle Opener, Can Opener, Medium Screwdriver Package Opener, Phillips Screwdriver, Ruler (1 In/2.54 Cm), Small Screwdriver, Spring-action Needle Nose Pliers, Spring-action Regular Pliers, Spring-action Scissors, Spring-action Wire Cutters, Wire Stripper, Wood/metal File

Notes:
1. Amie is a saved Christian and reads her personal Bible on the daily. It's the only thing she has complete trust in.
2. Amie has some experience using an extendable baton in a fight. Not enough to earn a belt in a martial art, but some.
3. As part of her degree, Amie became a registered EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). She has significant medical expertise, especially with first aid and emergency treatment, though she has a weak stomach and can't handle gore.
4. Amie sleeps heavily and isn't easily woken up. Don't expect her to catch an intruder unless they're wearing metal boots.

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<DIARY of AMIE JANE>

Day Whatever, 10:00 PM

[MatthiasAngel]

So, I have an idea for a to-be antagonistic character who essentially becomes the leader of a decently-sized settlement. That's all I have set in stone. I may have him become power hungry and set out on an imperialistic conquest of the desolate world, or have him see it as his duty to rebuild society by any means necessary. Possibly even just make him an absolute jerk who wants nothing more than to scare people into doing what he wants, I dunno. Some outside opinions, suggestions, and etcetera would be welcomed with open arms, though.

@CourierSix

Imperialistic conquest would make for more violence and would make other people have to be more cautious because "That guy and his rag-tag mafia goons are out there." Which is fun, but not for long. I like the "I must rebuild by any means necessary" thing, because we can improve our chances by staying away from his private resort. The "I am a huge jerk" guy isn't going to last very long: people won't stay with him if they don't like him and don't need him. He has to be necessary, so I see three ways:
1. He's a dictator, and no one is allowed to leave because he has the biggest guns and toughest buddies. People only come to him because he has a lot of stuff. He actively attacks and steals from survivors.
2. He's a smooth talker, and people stay because they have faith in him, when he's really just power hungry. Everything is "For the collective good." He actively convinces survivors to join him and share supplies in exchange for safety.
3. He's a wise old man, and people stay because they like him and he knows how to survive and rebuild, when he's secretly bitter about whatever. Everything is "Because I know best." He actively seeks control of survivors for...I don't know why.

et cetera is two words by the way.

[ravenDivinity]

@MatthiasAngel: Etcetera is fairly common and accepted as correct by many dictionaries.

Sorry, just had to interject.

And also, I'm dropping this roleplay. I've got too many others on my plate, and I've lost a bit of interest in the past few days.

[iHxzardx]

@Vermillion So the OOC never got up last weekend? if it did can you tag me in it?

[iHxzardx]

Name: Jaxson Tanzini

[Where you were and what happened around when things began to fall - IE a short paragraph describing the occurrences around your character when the world fell to 'chaos'.]: He was at a Varsity Lacrosse game. Mid game his parents stopped by and picked him up and took him home. They were packing as fast as possible. During all the frantic packing Jax went to ask his parents what they were packing for when he heard the door blow open. A man ran in yelling, He ran and grabbed his Lacrosse stick (Middy or attack-men stick - not his long pole) and his lucky ball. He ran down stairs and found his parents in the corner and heard the man coming around the kitchen corner. He ducked behind the stairwell as the attacker came around the corner and kill his parents with a Pistol. He turned the corner after he heard the shots and whipped the ball. It hit the attacker straight in the face and broke his nose bone into his brain. He killed a man. Jaxson left the room and packed all the stuff he could carry in two packs. One over the shoulder and one like a back-packing backpack. He put on all his lacrosse gear and headed out with only one last look at the room full of death.

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Personality: Jaxson is a very very straight forward person with a clear mind and focused attitude all the time. Nothing ever gets him side-tracked, He is a solid wall mentally (and physically). Jaxson can think and react clearly in any situation. He has an eye for women with a hidden romantic side that is almost never shown. He never talks to his parents and as a downfall is very introverted.

Description: Very handsome. Shaved head {He cuts his own hair as often as he finds a big enough mirror and has time} with this design on both sides of his head ( imgur.com/5aJxyke ) 6' and muscular. Lean muscle so he doesnt seem super bulky but you can see his pecs (+ abs when wet or windy) and biceps through his sweatshirt.

Possessions: Pair of aviator sun-glasses. Favorite Sweatshirt and sweatpants (wears over the pads) [Sweatshirt: imgur.com/ibyPt09 /<front/\back>\ imgur.com/F3FWKPb ] {Sweatpants: imgur.com/FsyN4KS } Along with Puma shorts that look just like
the sweatpants but, well, shorts /// Black and Gold Puma cleats, Puma shoes ( imgur.com/AHWSuCR )

Equipment: A three person tent.
Osprey Xenon 70 Backpack (black and Gold)
Large side-slung Puma duffel bag (matte black with golden puma)
Propane burner with small pot and pan
2x Propane containers (at the moment)
Lacrosse helmet (Matte black with a 17 [Varsity #] engraved on it in "Gold"
Lacrosse style shoulder pads
Lacrosse gloves (again matte black with gold accents)
Lacrosse Attack-men stick 3' (ish. maybe shorter) with sharpened end (opposite of the "head" of the stick)
Lacrosse Defense "Long-Pole" 8' (ish. very tall/long) also sharpened
(Color of sticks: imgur.com/MIlSdVU)
(Long-pole vs. attack-men stick, size compare: imgur.com/AklEBRL Blue= Attack-men stick, Black= Long-pole in picture)
Air-Rifle with multiple packs of ammunition (Please just look up what they look like im tired of posting pictures)
6" combat knife he picked up while looting

Notes: Pretty much everything has been explained. Tough kid. Awesome parents that died during the collapse. Varsity sport star, Super athletic. Very muscular and fit. He can run for long periods of time even with his packs on. Introverted, keeps to himself. rarely talks to people. Also... as a fun note... He always wears bright blue shin compression sleeves that stand out when he is wearing his shorts and always has a "Tommy Copper" style back brace for support.

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[Treue]

So I'm unsure whether you're still accepting new applicants or not, but I'm going to start working on a CS. This seems like it will be fun once it starts. Also, how long after the fall of civilization will this be taking place? We can't exactly have people in their teens and twenties who were in school when things collapsed if this is twenty years later. That lacrosse player would be thirty-seven.

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Drei Reinhardt

Name:
Drei Reinhardt

History:
Drei was only three when civilization collapsed, and as such has no memories of the world prior to its current state. His parents were killed when he was five by a band of newly formed marauders and Drei was given the choice to join them or die. He was raised as a raider, taught how to fight and plunder. As Drei grew older he began to want to leave the raiders, and when he turned fifteen he left in the night without letting anyone know. Since then Drei has wandered on his own, surviving using what he was taught as well as by living off the land.

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Drei's personality is slightly rough around the edges due to his past. Raised by thugs, he's generally a gruff, direct, and often rude man, though he has his moments of kindness as well. He is extremely distrustful of most people until he gets to know them, and does not hesitate to attack if provoked. He is a nihilist and often is quick to state his opinions, though sometimes positivity can shine through. Along with all of this, Drei has no problem exhibiting romance and intimacy with men or women, so long as he has grown comfortable with the person in question.

Description:
With a rough and weathered appearance, as well as a tanned hide full of scars, one can ascertain fairly easily that Drei has been a survivor his entire life. He stands at 193 cm, weighing 97 kg. Musculature makes up the vast majority of this weight, and even under heavy clothing Drei's large frame is noticeable. His blonde hair, cut ragged by the blade of a knife, shines in the light when clean, though more often than not is full of dirt and grime. Drei's eyes contrast his darkened skin heavily, being an icy blue in color. His incisors were filed down when his adult teeth came in, mainly for intimidation though also for practicality in combat, giving his smile a fierce if not creepy look. His nails are usually filed into sharp claws. Overall his features are quite masculine, with a square jaw, strong cheek bones, and a chiseled nose.

Possessions:
Scavenged undergarments
Hand crafted leather survivalist outfit consisting of fur lined trousers and duster lightly armored with hardened leather
Full shank steel toe boots

Equipment:
Scavenged recurve bow
15 arrows
Slightly dulled hunting knife
Hand made leather rucksack
Light blanket

Notes:
From his time with raiders, Drei learned how to use firearms and is an excellent shot.
Drei is skilled at hunting and preparing his own food, though has needed to consume human flesh many times, and no longer has any qualms with cannibalism.
When it comes down to a fight Drei is right at home with hand to hand combat, preferring his body over weapons most of the time.
Due to being raised by marauders, Drei's education is severely lacking. He was barely taught the alphabet and is still unable to read. What he lacks in intellect however is made up for in raw power and visceral instinct.

[Vermillion]

@ravenDivinity

Please do PM me as to why, I'd like to know.

@iHxzardx

The OOC is this weekend, not the one just passed.

[Vermillion]

@Treue 20 years after the fact.

[Treue]

Cool, my history works then. I take it the like meant something like "All good!".

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Also yes, I am stalking this page.

[CourierSix]

<Snipped quote by CourierSix>

Imperialistic conquest would make for more violence and would make other people have to be more cautious because "That guy and his rag-tag mafia goons are out there." Which is fun, but not for long. I like the "I must rebuild by any means necessary" thing, because we can improve our chances by staying away from his private resort. The "I am a huge jerk" guy isn't going to last very long: people won't stay with him if they don't like him and don't need him. He has to be necessary, so I see three ways:
1. He's a dictator, and no one is allowed to leave because he has the biggest guns and toughest buddies. People only come to him because he has a lot of stuff. He actively attacks and steals from survivors.
2. He's a smooth talker, and people stay because they have faith in him, when he's really just power hungry. Everything is "For the collective good." He actively convinces survivors to join him and share supplies in exchange for safety.
3. He's a wise old man, and people stay because they like him and he knows how to survive and rebuild, when he's secretly bitter about whatever. Everything is "Because I know best." He actively seeks control of survivors for...I don't know why.

@MatthiasAngel

I like the idea of #1 the best. Not only that, but I feel that is also the one I can pull off most effectively. I hope that isn't just me overestimating my ability, though... But thanks for the suggestions.

et cetera is two words by the way.

@MatthiasAngel

It's not entirely wrong, as I have seen it places like @ravenDivinity has. I do know that "et cetera" is technically the correct version, though, but usually end up typing "etcetera" out of habit.

[MatthiasAngel]

@Vermillion Apparently I missed that part. Should have read the OP again, because I would have posted this sooner.

If it's 20 years later, then either everyone will RP an adult, which means less character development, or they'll be severely under-educated. If you want to have even a fifth-grade education, you'd be over 30 when it kicks off here, and I doubt anyone born after the apocalypse, when parents would be scavenging for food constantly, would have an actual education. Heck, depending on how bad things are for their parents, they may not even be able to read, much less survive in a hostile natural environment.

I want my character to, if nothing else, be an EMT, which means she would need to be at least 18 and past 11th grade (according to requirements). That would start her off at the age of at least 38, because I doubt she'll stumble across a paramedic who has the time and resources to give her a 3-month course. What character development is there for someone who has already been solo surviving for over half their life?

[Treue]

@MatthiasAngel Learning to get back into a group and cooperate for the good of a group rather than just for themselves, then there are things like interpersonal relation building. Basic knowledge could easily be passed from parent to child though, some more specialized things would be difficult to learn, Amie's EMT skill for example would need to come from someone who knew it or from a bunch of old medical texts and some practice. Also, forgot to add it but Drei will be mostly illiterate.

[MatthiasAngel]

@MatthiasAngel Learning to get back into a group and cooperate for the good of a group rather than just for themselves, then there are things like interpersonal relation building. Basic knowledge could easily be passed from parent to child though, some more specialized things would be difficult to learn, Amie's EMT skill for example would need to come from someone who knew it or from a bunch of old medical texts and some practice. Also, forgot to add it but Drei will be mostly illiterate.

@Treue

The group thing depends on if I collab with @Section. If I do, group cooperation will be a factor. Otherwise, she'd still be on her own, in which case she won't, nor will she need to work on interpersonal relationships.

"Basic knowledge" is not enough to help you survive for twenty straight years. Like I said, she isn't going to find a survivor who is a paramedic and has access (and time) to teach a three-month EMT course, and she certainly isn't going to learn "old medical texts and some practice" because she would need someone to practice on. It seems like a stretch to say she has medical textbooks and a paramedic mentor and people to practice on, in an environment of hostility and isolation.

I mean, @Vermillion, would it be plausible for Amie to find a university/hospital/library with medical textbooks, and an experienced paramedic willing to train her, and people who need medical help to practice on, and the supplies to be an EMT? She would need all of that (though the textbooks and paramedic could be either/or). Would you be willing to reduce the start date to, say, 10 years?

[Vermillion]

@MatthiasAngel

Growing up post-fall would result in a much more useful education concerning survival, as opposed to the sciences and mathematics.

[Vermillion]

@MatthiasAngel

I will concede to 12 years minimum. This gives wildlife time to take control, and also gives flexibility to characters etc.

Ten years is too short a period for complete destruction and then resurgence of nature to take place, 12 only just makes the line.