[OOC] - Closed -

[Scout]

@SgtEasy

Are you using Google Translate, or do you genuinely speak Russian? :p

[SgtEasy]

@Scout

Who do you think I am? A talented, linguistic person with skills in Russian and English? No no no.

I find google translate as a very useful tool XD

[Scout]

It is indeed, I just couldn't tell because the word order didn't seem too fake, but the grammar was a slight bit strange to me. XD Writers come in all forms, Sarge. Who knows!

[rougeLily]

Hiii :) Would like to try this out if you'd allow me~

[SgtEasy]

@rougeLily

G'day friend <3

[ChaoticFox]

@rougeLily I'd love to have you :)

[ChaoticFox]

@SgtEasy@Scout@agentmanatee@Nallore@McHaggis@NarcissisticPotato@Zhaliora

Should have my character up sometime tonight. I'm hoping to start the RP sometime in the next week. Does anyone need more time then that to work on their CS? If so, I don't mind waiting at all. Like I said in the OC, take your time with your CS, your post and all that fun stuff. This will be a more slow going RP with hopefully some longer, more detailed posts. Have fun with it.

[Scout]

I think that window is enough. This is a 10-hour time difference from my actual home - I'm ahead ten hours... so I get back from class and I feel wiped out. But I woke up at 515-530 this morning and sat on facebook for fifteen minutes... now it's about six and I feel completely awake. So... yeah, I'm waiting for this lag to calm down a bit.

[rougeLily]

@rougeLily I'd love to have you :)

@ChaoticFox

Yayy~
Alright, Will work on my CS now :)

@rougeLily

G'day friend <3

@SgtEasy

Hollerrr, sargee :3

[Shoe Thief]

Name: Henry Monroe

Nickname:
Hunter, Henry doesn't really prefer his real name so he always goes by Hunter. Figured it sounded cooler.

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Appearance:
Henry Hunter stands just a couple inches under six foot, with a fairly average build to him. Though anyone that knows his knows he's not as strong as he looks. He has the physical ability of a nerd. Though while working he will wear decently nice clothes overall he would prefer to wear things like camouflage, t-shirts, or cargo shorts. Cargo Pants being the only exception to this.

Hunter has what he likes to call long wavy brown lushes hair, what it is closer to is brown messy curly hair in need of better conditioner. He has brown eyes to match his hair, being only a couple shades lighter then his own hair.

In-Depth Personality:
Henr-- Hunter is the kind of person who would crash his car in a ditch to save a stray cat. With that, he's also the kind of person that would rather himself suffer rather then someone else. Overall he can be a careering person, though due to having trust issues once someone double crosses him or betrays his trust, he can become a total asshat. This doesn't mean he would leave them for dead, but he would do everything possible to make their respective lives hell for them.

Hunter, does not function well under stress. Under less then stressful conditions, he can do all sorts of interesting things. Things like setting up a basic electrical circuit, or simple mechanics, or some carpentry work, or at a shooting range he could make a relatively decent shot. Under stress he would likely electrocute someone, or himself, crush someone's hand on accident, take a saw to a finished wall, or shoot his instructor in the foot (Not saying that has happened, but you have been warned).

Hunter is a bit of a smart ass, and has a poor tendency to make jokes at the worst possible time. This isn't him intentionally being mean or rude, it's just he doesn't really think his actions through. He's also has an issue with actually doing things, motivation is what he calls it.

Character background:
Hunter traveled a lot of the country traveling form base to base as his father was transferred. With his father being in the United States Army Hunter grew up around firearms a lot, he learned firearm safety right about when he was able to walk, and soon after he was target shooting, despite the fact he wasn't really good at it until he was about 18 years old. His Mother became a teacher once his father retired from the army, before that Hunter didn't know what his mother did. What he does know is that he is required to go to college now, one way or another.

Years later Hunter took several classes attempting to earn a college diploma. And it turned out almost like high school, barely passing, and lots of slacking off. But after four long, painful, and stressful years, Hunter graduated from his community college by only a few points. He soon landed himself a job with a construction firm that sent him into Toronto. The pay was nice, and the insurance benefits were even better. That and he was able to move out of his parent's place.

Equipment:
-Odds and ends for tools: A sharpening rod, a simple pocket knife, ducktape, and a fold up screw driver.

-Ammo: about 16 shells, 20 or so rifle cartridges, and a handful of empty shells with loose powder and primer (This is Hunter being over confident in his skills to reload shotgun shells.) Last but not least, a small pouch of less then edible rice. This bag of rice is supposed to act as something like a bipod or a tripod.

-Food: Not a lot left, maybe a couple days worth, three or four if he's rationing really well. But who needs food anyway? The human body can last days, Weeks with out eating! Though water is about as bad, you're kinda dead after a couple days with out water...

-Other: Hard candy, the reason being is it's better for walking, helps with dehydration. Forces him to breath through his nose instead of his mouth. He keeps spare socks with him, he figures he can find more clothes with out too much work, but socks, dry socks are like gold now.

Weapons:

12 Gauge Pump action

30-06 Bolt action

Hatchet

_{**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**}

(Hopefully his is good! if there is anything you would like me to fix let me know and I can get on it!)

[Scout]

Волков-Джонсон Надя Александровна

Name: Nadya Alexandrovna Volkov-Johnson (Волков-Джонсон Надя Александровна)

Nickname: Let the characters think of one - maybe she'll let you use it.

Age: 26

Gender: Female, lest mine eyes doth deceiveth me.

Nationality: Russian-American

Appearance:

Volkov, Nadya A.

In-Depth Personality: Nadya is an openly caring and surprisingly vulnerable soul - the world that is fast approaching is one that many would say she is not fit for. However, she was raised not with tough skin, but rather with a malleable spirit and a hard head. In one word, she could be described as compassionate. Due to this more sensitive side, Nadya is a more skilled medical expert (see background - Emergency Room Nurse) and friend. On the other hand, it also means that even at work she takes each and every loss quite personally and in force. Being a mother, Nadya also has an overwhelmingly nasty protective side, even for friends and the defenseless. Thanks to her work in the Emergency Room, despite her empathy, the former nurse has a strong stomach and hardly flinches at the sight of blood or even something as significant as a seizure. She has a very professional attitude when the pressure rises, but as soon as the dust has settled, Nadya turns a switch from the girl that only her co-workers would know to one that they would think they had never met.

Character background: Born in Saint Peterburg, Russia, Nadya grew up in a Russian-speaking household. Her mother and father were divorced when she was rather young, so her memory serves her better when it comes to her mother's second husband - the man she called papa. He was an American studying abroad for his Doctorate of Science and after he finished his work in Russia, he was able to take his new wife and step-daughter with him to the U.S. There, she grew up outside of Baltimore, Maryland before moving to Columbus, Ohio for her own undergraduate education in Nursing. She had clearly adapted well to the American Private School system, as opposed to Russia's public one.

After receiving her first degree, she found a job working in a Chicago Emergency Room and was also thusly accepted to a part-time Master's Degree program in a highly renown school there. Amidst all of this, Nadya met her future husband, Derek. He was a fresh Police Academy graduate and, like her, he wanted to make the world a better place, but rather as a protector than a savior. In a city like Chicago, with all of the other stress Nadya dealt with, the last thing she needed was a man on the Force to think about all day - a man that she knew could be the next one wheeled in on a cart with no hope. Time and time again she turned him away. Finally, she caved in to his request when he showed up in her ER with a bullet hole in his shoulder after he made a joke about finding a fight just to get dropped there. Not even her parents know which came first - the baby or the ring - but they got married just under a year later.

Thus ended the happy, albeit hardest-working, part of Nadya's life. Two years after they got married, Derek was killed in a firefight. But, unlike she thought, he was not rolled in on her shift. No, it happened in the middle of the day, while she was taking a nap during one of the rare moments that her son, Joseph, was not begging for attention. She answered the door in pyjamas and a man stood there before her with stars on his uniform's shoulder boards and a cap in his hand. At his side stood a Chaplain. She can't even remember how she told Joseph that his father would not be coming home, or how she told her mother... Or when she let Joseph go to Maryland to spend the summer with his grandparents... She can't recall a mere summer turning into the rest of the year... Before she knew it, Nadya was visiting her son, rather than his grandparents coming to visit him. He always said how much he missed her, but they talked all the time. Her house was always a mess after Derek's passing and she said that as soon as she finished her degree and got a less crazy job, then she would move out to Maryland to be with the whole family. Her father said he knew a Johns Hopkins Alum who could get her transferred, but she almost done already - it would be simpler to just stay where she was, after all.

Just as she was reaching the culmination of her degree, Joseph turned two - she felt like she'd missed so much. Maybe not his first steps or words, but everything else were naught but photos. But never again, she vowed. She just had to put in a couple extra hours this fall and she could finish early - maybe spend some of her pent-up vacation time to get in the extra papers and projects, then she could move.

That's when it happened... It started as reports in the warmest parts of the world - this new disease was spreading. Is sounded like a weirdly mutated Rabies with the infectivity of HIV. It seemed more than abnormal, but surely it would be contained. Then it started traveling north - it seemed more serious than previously thought. Nadya was already packing to go back to Maryland, only a little bit of time. She didn't quite get to finish her degree - she had to extend just one more semester, but she was ready to move already. Her apartment lease was nearly terminated and her notice was already in at work. Days before she was going to move, her parents called and said they were going farther North - to meet them in Toronto, at their second apartment there. They claimed not to be afraid of the infection, but were just erring on the side of caution. Nadya understood - plus, it was a closer drive and she was happy they were protecting Joseph. They were getting older, so staying ahead of the danger was their best option.

Equipment: The only reason she has most of the survival gear in her pack happens to be because her husband made sure to have it in the house - she rarely used it before everything happened.
> Her late husband’s SIG P226 Elite SAO (9mm) with 2(+1 loaded/3) magazines (15 rounds)
> Kukri machete attached to her belt
> Single-strap backpack with her small supply of food and water and limited amounts of:
> Roll of duct tape
> Medical tape
> Several medical masks and a crushed box of Medium-sized latex gloves
> Gauze
> Wound disinfectant
> Current clothes:
> Jacket
> Cargo Pants
> Combat Boots
> Nike Ohio State Ball Cap
> Shooting Gloves

Weapons: Her husband's pistol and the machete

_{**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**}

[ChaoticFox]

@Remipa Awesome@Scout

Both of your characters have been accepted, some very good writing guys. Apologies for the delay on my own, but I promise it'll be good.

[Scout]

@ChaoticFox It better be, otherwise you won't be accepted (autocorrect thought I meant to say aborted, ouch) and your co GM will take power! Don't let them be the Stalin to your Lenin!!

[ChaoticFox]

@Scout I will never let such a thing plague my Rp! *looks around* Oh wait, I don't have a co-gm...

[Zhaliora]

*hugs foxie*
Poor you...

[Shoe Thief]

@ChaoticFox

Looking forward to posting! Though it's generally a poor idea for me to post unless it's close to mid day or I am on my third cup of coffee.... But it'll be fine I am sure. Well, not time to post yet but you know what I mean.

[Scout]

DON'T POST! Ahhhhhhh!!!!

[Shoe Thief]

Wasn't going to post yet, Like I am excited but I still waiting for the GM to post.

[Scout]

I was joking - pretending it was a massive ordeal. XD

@Zhaliora Wait a second... ermergerp - Zhal! I didn't even recognize that was you at first. :D Not until I saw the banner and signature; how've you been, dahling?

[Zhaliora]

^^
Been good, but busy, haha.
Never got sarg going again because of busy.
And my work vanished when I pressed the wrong button once again.... >_<
After that I left it alone. :p

How you been?