History: Colin’s life was a good one before it all started. He was born and raised in Washington D.C., spending his weekends at the various museums and monuments. He learned all the best restaurants, which shortcuts to take, which street was which. He even had a girlfriend, which was pretty cool. His dad raised him alone, but they never got caught up about it and never really argued or had to worry about being low on money. He made friends pretty easily, and his life was good.
His father and him lived in a medium-sized apartment in a relatively quiet area. They never really got involved in any trouble until it all hit. Colin and his dad were playing Monopoly (Colin was sick, and his father took the day off to keep his spirits up). They were getting involved, talking trash and everything. Until they heard a scream from outside in the hall of their apartment building. Colin poked his head outside, looking left and right. His dad looked outside, seeing the madness that they kept away. People were eating people.
They soon realized something was very, very wrong, and the apartment building exploded into action soon. Those who had been turned undead were attacking the living, and the living were banding together to fight them off. Colin and his father gathered their things, barricading the entrance just as the fighting spread to them. They took all the food they had, leaving through the fire escape while the undead broke their door down. They ran, making their way through the city. They traveled through many of the different armies' territories, dealing with the likes of frost giants, infernals, and fey.
Eventually they ended up back in the Undead territory, establishing another safehouse. They lived alone, scavenging when they needed too, the supplies they took back beginning to be less and less. They went too far one day, near the Undead center. Everywhere was crawling with them. They found a supermarket, feeling lucky before Colin's father was killed in a horrible accident. Now Colin wanders D.C., doing whatever it takes to survive.
Personality: Colin was a good kid before it all started. Got all A’s and B’s, turned in all his homework on time, kept a good attitude, and that partially transitioned over to the hellhole he lives in now. He focuses on the ups instead of the downs, always trying to keep everybody in good spirits. However, sometimes his facade cracks and he’ll have a breakdown. Afterwards, he’ll deny it ever happened. Colin always tries to help people out by using his brain, solving problems because it’s the only way he knows how to distract himself. He’ll crack jokes in the worst of times, but only because he doesn’t know any other way to cheer people up. He wants to believe that the world will be fixed, trying to convince himself, but always fails.
Skills and Weaknesses:
Stamina: Colin’s stamina is a remarkable thing. After being on the track team for two years of highschool, it’s grown, and he’s thankful for it. The long practices, the burning lungs, it all paid off.
Wrestling: Colin also participated in the school wrestling team. I mean, it’s not that useful, but grappling the living dead might come in handy. As if.
Baseball: Now this one’s the actual useful one. He wasn’t even all that good at it. I mean, sure, he scraped by, but he never considered it in his future. Now the baseball bat he thought he’d never look at outside of school saves his life again and again.
Firearms: Colin’s aim is not quite bad, but it’s not even close to good either. It’s just medium, leaning heavily to bad. A gun is a useful thing, but Colin can’t use it if his life depended on it.
Cooking: Colin is a mean chef. He can whip up some pretty good meals out of a couple cans of old food.
Spanish: Colin also knows a bit of Spanish, though it’s fading now that he’s out of school.
Belongings: -Backpack -Baseball bat, studded with nails. -Winter coat -Beanie -Three cans of food -One canteen, large -Some comics -Jokebook -His father’s wedding ring -Flashlight -2 flares
Sample Post: The End is a funny thing. Everybody has their own perception of it, their own theory as to how their life was going to end. Whether you're high, just wondering about an absurd future, or just bored, you formulate some perception, some strange story of how it'll all end. Colin couldn't help but wonder if someone got it right on a long day, their mind addled by fatigue.
"Hey, bud." His dad shook his shoulder, rousing him from his stupor. Colin was laying down on his cot, his blanket draped around him. Their current sanctuary was a concrete warehouse, and clearly nobody had thought to add some heating. In fact, it must have been used to store cold goods, because it was freezing constantly. But it was well fortified, and that's all that counts.
"Yeah?" Colin said, rubbing his eyes almost as if he could ignore the sleepless nights for just a little longer. "Time to find some more food." Colin grumbled. "Are we low already?" His father nodded. "I'm afraid so. We still have some cans, but..." Colin sighed. "Alright, fine." His father pointed on the map of the district they were in. "Okay, this is a supermarket so there might be some more stuff here." Colin scanned the map, looking through the various markings his dad had added. "That's kinda close to where the...dead people stay." His father nodded. "We're just gonna have to go further than usual bud."
Colin scooped up his backpack neatly, his bat contained in a makeshift sheath he had added, made of some leather and belts. "Alright, let's go." They made their way cautiously to the target, eventually hiding in an empty alley. Colin flinched as some undead shambled past the alley they resided in. His grip on the bat tightened. Once the coast was clear, they tiptoe-ran to the building, hiding behind shelves once they were in. Soon they got to work. They scanned the shelves, most empty. Soon, they had reached the near end. Stan walked down aisle 10, his father on the other side of him. “Like a ghost town in here…” His dad muttered. “At least in a ghost town your dead body doesn’t eat other people.” Colin quipped back. His dad shot him a look. “Sorry.” He said apologetically,
Colin almost cried in happiness when he saw a loaf of bread, perfectly untouched and wrapped, on the empty shelves. His dad held him back. “Wait. It might be a trap. You know what those vampire things are like. It must be dangerous.” Colin chuckled. “Dad, the only dangers in that loaf of happiness are carbs." Colin shot out his arm, grabbing the loaf. His dad’s eyes went wide. “Colin, no!” As soon as he pulled the bread away, a tripwire activated, setting off some sort of crude alarm.
“Oh shit!” They both turned to see the undead already emerging from various corners of the store, way more than they had ever dealt with. Colin gripped his bat tightly. “I’m so sorry!” His dad sighed. “Little too late, bud.” They ran towards the back of the store, heading for the manager’s office. The dead slowly closed in on both sides, with father and son barely making it. They shut the door quickly, Colin’s dad shoving filing cabinets and a desk behind the door to hold them off.
Colin looked around for another exit, spotting a small vent. “Dad. In there.” His father looked at it. “I-I...I can’t fit in that, son.” Colin shrugged. “Okay, another way out then." As they assessed the area, they could only the stained walls, staring back at them. Colin’s face went pale as he realized the implications. “You can fit, that’s plenty big.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Colin’s father looked at him with a resigned look. “Colin, we both know that’s not true.” Colin started crying. “Dad, please...no.” His father shook his head as the door shook harder. “Go.” He whispered quietly. “No, no, no, no. Dad you can’t do this.”
His father picked him up and bundled him into the vent, Colin kicking and screaming all the way. “DAD! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! WE CAN MAKE IT OUT! PLEASE!” Colin’s Dad looked at him one last time, slipping off his wedding ring. “Take this.” Colin had given up pleading now, and reached out his hand, taking it in his trembling grasp. “Colin. I love you.” Colin crawled out through the vent, landing on the cold hard concrete outside of the store just as he heard the door get broken down. Tears streamed down his face, even as he laid on his cot that night, drifting into a nightmare-riddled sleep.
Okay guys, I have the next two days off work, so I'm going to attempt to post the IC intro some time in there. If you're still working on your CS, that's fine, just finish it when you can and hop in when you do.
So, as I've said a few times, the RP will begin in Washington D.C, one of the reported locations of the artifacts. All eight armies are present in the city and most have by now fortified an area of the city as their own, the exceptions being the Metal, the Dragons and the Angels, as the former two don't really fortify territory as much as blow through the place pursuing their objectives and the Angels have their own command center - a giant golden airship in the clouds that's probably visible from almost anywhere in the city.
Obviously, the goal is to have all the characters meet up and begin the adventure, but that doesn't have to happen right away. You can be in the vicinity of my first IC post if you want, or you can start somewhere else in the city where other people can join you, and the different groups can all meet up more organically. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with!